The murder - slaughter, more like - of Jo Cox, the late MP for Batley and Spen in West Yorkshire was a truly shocking event. I avoided the topic because even a 'dimbo' like me realises that what the headlines say is usually wafer thin and lacking all background. Beyond stating the obvious that no human being, particularly a young woman and mother deserves to be shot multiple times and then stabbed to death. You don't need a degree in Advanced Psycho-babble to guess that the perp was a nutter. Needless to say, a tsunami wave of emotion swept the land led, not least, by her husband, Brendan Cox. Equally needless to say, a Greek chorus of wailing women (which included men!) kicked of in a chorus of lamentation.
Happily, in these modern times we 'ordinary people' do not have to rely utterly on the 'pols' or the papers, we have the internet to provide information even if we need to treat it with care. Thus, I am grateful first of all to the inimitable Anna Raccoon who provides some realistic background to this sad tale, particularly the three 'charities' chosen by Brendan Cox as the target for a huge fund-raising exercise in memory of his wife. Suffice to say that to describe them as 'charities' is to stretch the meaning of the word. The comments to Ms. Raccoon's piece are equally informative.
She also points us to another blog, The Holistic Works, written by a Ms. Annie Dieu-Le-Veut who provides some useful information on the three, er, 'charities' chosen by Brendan, one of which is called The White Helmets and who were responsible for producing this fake photo of 'refugees' apparently drowning in the Med. Actually, they were all standing in a few feet of water as the full photo makes clear!
She also adds rather usefully that:
The White Helmets also does not need our hard-earned cash. It is well-funded by George Soros’s organisations, the UK, the US and the Syrian Opposition Party in its work, which is mainly with the rebel group Jabat al-Nusra, the infamous al-Qaeda affiliate.
To which one can only mutter, "Whodathunkit?" Finally, she tells us that:
The day before that, Jo and her husband Brendan and their two children were part of multi-millionaire Bob Geldof’s floating gin palace-led flotilla, on the Thames, from which, on behalf of Stronger In Europe, Geldof led a load of drunken oiks in haranguing and verbally abusing our out-of-work fishermen.
So much, then, for solidarity with British workers to whom the utterly useless Bob Geldof waved two fingers!
But then the trail leads on to yet another blog new to me - Morgoth's Review. Here the writer draws attention to one of those uncomfortable coincidence-thingies about which I complain from time to time. On the day after Jo Cox's murder, close to her constituency, this was the main story in the local papers:
The entire story of Jo Cox's life was a fanatical desire to ease the passage of Middle East and Asian immigrants into this country. Indeed, during her maiden speech in parliament she said:
"Our communities have been deeply enhanced by immigration, be it of Irish Catholics [...] or of Muslims from Gujurat in India or from Pakistan, principally from Kashmir. While we celebrate our diversity, what surprises me time and time again as I travel round the constituency is that we are far more united and have far more in common with each other than things that divide us."
Unfortunately that will be of scant comfort to the 13-year old girl who was the main victim of this gang. I'm sorry to say, Mrs. Cox, but I rather hope you rest uneasily!