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Sunday, January 18, 2015


(it's good in spots)
with the Reverend Wilberforce Smythe

The problem of constructing a good sermon, that is to say a short lecture on spiritual themes that may be somewhat efficacious in the saving of souls, is one that bedevils many a poor religious. For some lucky Padres, their sermons come as naturally as breathing. For others, it must be admitted, the process of formulating a short speech for declamation to the congregation in church, is like a trip to the depths of Purgatory. (My Protestant friends will probably be unaware of what Purgatory is. And they're better off. They'll find out soon enough when they get there.) There are of course books to help us with our sermons. A few years ago I attended a three day retreat in Dublin with forty other priests. Some of us groaned inwardly at the first service on Friday evening when the priest on the altar told the following story which we immediately recognised as origination from a book of ideas for sermons which had been distributed in the diocese not so long ago. The priest declaimed with a completely straight face: "I was on holiday in Hawaii during the Summer. There's a beautiful beach there called Waikiki. As I strolled along it, I noticed hundreds and hundreds of starfish high and dry on the sand. Just ahead of me, a man stooped and picked up a stranded starfish to throw it back into the water. I asked him what was the point of throwing one back and how could he hope to make a difference to the starfish since so many of them were dying on the beach. He answered that at least he had made a difference to that one." Thus was presented the sermon in its entirety. It had pith at least. And presumably there's a lesson there somewhere. With a nice diversion possible for the more meditative among the congregation with might wish to weigh its application viz sermonisers generally and the the seventh commandment in particular. On Saturday evening imagine our surprise mixed with chagrin when the priest celebrating mass, who had not been present on the first evening of the retreat, began his sermon with the words: "I was on holiday in Hawaii a few years ago..." The time frame had changed from last Summer to a few years ago but otherwise the story was essentially unchanged. On the final evening of the retreat, Bishop Harvey Ronaldson of Fife was our guest and preached the sermon. Lo and behold. He too had been to Hawaii. He too had strolled on a beautiful beach. He too had encountered stranded starfish. His experience was in fact precisely the same as that of the two previous sermonisers. The only difference being that Bishop Ronaldson encountered no lone stranger throwing starfish back into the ocean. In Bishop Ronaldson's sermon it was Bishop Ronaldson himself who had taken the initiative and had afterwards mused to himself about making a difference to "that one."

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

truth never dies

in memory of Hugh Clowers Thompson an American who showed us the way

where's waldo

Idea for a children's puzzle book:
A large photograph of the world's Presidents and Prime Ministers marching arm in arm in Paris to commemorate the 17 French people murdered by Muslim Jihadis last Wednesday.
The caption will read: "Where's Waldo?"
(Maybe we could photoshop President Barack Obama arm in arm with Waldo into the photograph at the back. We don't want to distress the children by letting them know he didn't bother his arse to turn up. Apparently he couldn't attend for real because he was too busy all last week preparing a frivolous law suit against America's greatest General David Petraeus. I kid you not.)

why would they kill someone for drawing a picture of the prophet muhammed

"Why would they kill someone for drawing the prophet Muhammed?" wondered Bill.
I thought for a moment.
"Muslims have a whole host of red lines that they arbitrarily impose on each other and on anyone who comes in contact with them," I mused. "Remember that the word 'Islam' itself means 'submission.' The name of their religion is submission. Muslims choose to believe that they are told by the Prophet Muhammed in their Quran to impose submission on all other human beings. The arbitrary challenges for which Muslims kill are therefore simply an indirect way of demanding submission, even from people who are not Muslim. Instead of saying 'Surrender or I kill you,' a Muslim in the west prefers for the moment to say 'do not draw a picture of the Prophet Muhammed or I kill you.' These constantly growing and evolving cultural challenges are pretexts for demanding submission. They are also a way for Muslims to probe what the west will stand for. That is why Muslims pretend to believe that none of us have the right to draw pictures of whatever we want. At one level they are genuinely offended, I'll admit, but it's an offence (and offence taking) curiously likenable to a western lagar lout picking a fight with you in a pub by demanding: 'Are you staring at my pint!' This type of murderous aggression is a way for Muslims to dominate in any culture that permits them to enter. Muslims' own cultures have been dominated since their inception by what amounts to a Cult Of The Assassins. So in Arabia you get a veritable cornucopia of what are essentially excuses to kill, masquerading as principles. These are what I call the red lines of Muslim culture. Muslims more or less dare anyone to step over them on pain of death. The red lines are fairly extensive and impossible to predict unless you are familiar with Muslim culture. Even then some of the red lines, in tandem with being arbitrary, are also shall we say, quite recent, such as the imposition of head scarves for women, and indeed, the ban on images of the Prophet Muhammed. One commentator maintains that the imposition of head scarves began as recently as the 1970's. Never mind the rest of us, Muslims themselves live in terror of stepping over such red lines. For instance if a Muslim wishes to cease being Muslim, say to change his religion or to admit he's an atheist, he can be fairly sure of being murdered by other Muslims. I assure you there are many millions of Muslims including the Jihadis who do not believe Allah exists but would never dare say it for fear of being murdered immediately. The red lines, are a way of fostering fear and control, in a culture that has never known freedom. Girl Muslims who break arbitrarily imposed dress codes often end up being murdered by their own family members. Women who are rather arbitrarily deemed to have offended Muslim conceptions of family honour, say by being unfortunate enough to get raped, often end up being unfortunate enough to get murdered by their fathers, uncles and brothers when the woman tells of the rape. Societies where Islam prevails are ferociously violent and ferociously cowed societies. The red lines are everywhere. If anyone insults the prophet Muhammed, there's a similar willingness to commit murder. Drawing pictures of the prophet Muhammed is yet another comparatively recently imposed and thoroughly arbitrary red line. A few years ago the Southpark television cartoon featured the Prophet Muhammed and nobody noticed. They tried it again more recently when Muslims had started insisting such representations were blasphemy and all hell broke loose. As such, the Muslim prohibition on images of the Prophet Muhammed should now be seen as a deliberate challenge, and an arbitrary one, to our countries and our cultures. Effectively Muslim Jihadis are saying: "We just thought up this rule. And if you break it, we'll kill you." In that sense I would contend it's a confrontation Muslims have contrived purely for the purposes of promoting confrontation. I tell you it's about power as much as anything else. The news broadcaster CNN is today wrongly claiming that the Muslim prohibition on pictures of the Prophet Mohammed is a way of preventing worship of the Prophet Mohammed. This is a nice romantic CNN misreading of a fairly clearcut, fairly random, fairly recent, but now fairly murderously enforced Muslim prohibition on discourse. What CNN doesn't realise and hasn't bothered to find out, is that Muslims will more readily commit murder when they randomly deem someone to have insulted the Prophet Muhammed than they will if they randomly decide a person has insulted God. To all intents and purposes Muslims who murder human beings on this pretext, worship the Prophet Muhammed as a being greater than God. Now that's what I call blasphemy."

the CRUNCH question

Question: Why is there no Jihad in Ireland?

Answer: Because our newspapers don't report it.

before the slaughter

In the days before the Jihadi murders of 17 people in France last week, the Irish Times had been running one of its typical public awareness campaigns with blissful and groovy abandon, aimed at undermining further Ireland's already collapsing immigration law.
The campaign was two pronged.
First there were articles implying that when Jihadis are deported from Ireland, they often got killed in other jurisdictions, ergo says the Irish Times, none of them should be deported.
The second prong of the Irish Times campaign featured copious articles about a young Muslim man with an Irish passport, who went to Egypt last year and got himself arrested after taking part in riots.
The Irish Times insists that the young Muslim with an Irish passport should be released from jail and returned to Ireland.
Hoo baby.
The Irish Times in fact has been so succesful in this campaign that the young Muslim's legal bills are now actually being paid by me.
That is to say the Irish Ambassador to Egypt has been attending the trial at my expense courtesy of Ireland's corrupt kleptocratic Fine Gael government who I'm postulating are also using my money to pick up his legal bills.
You couldn't make it up.
The young Muslim's Daddy also has an Irish passport and is Imam at something called the Clonskeagh Mosque, which is reputed to be the largest mosque in Ireland.
I disagree with the Irish Times on matters like this.
As does virtually everybody else in the Republic of Ireland outside of the IRA, Al Qaeda and the Irish Times staff room.

memo to the cartoonists of ireland

Here is the news.
Muslim Jihadis didn't murder those people in Paris for drawing or owning pens.
Muslim Jihadis murdered those people in Paris because they drew pictures of a man with a beard and allowed the inference to be drawn that their pictures represented the Prophet Muhammed.
So there's no point in any of you drawing pens.
Pens are not what this is about.
You're not expressing solidarity with those who defied the Muslim Jihadis when you draw a pen.
You're not showing courage in the face of Muslim terrorism when you draw a pen.
You're not doing anything when you draw a pen except betraying the memory of those who were murdered this week by Muslim terrorists.
You draw the man with the beard and allow the inference to be drawn about his name or you do nothing.
And the bloke in the Irish Independent isn't even that good at drawing pens.

Monday, January 12, 2015

the CRUNCH question

Question: Is the Irish Times newspaper a heap of atheistic abortionist IRA infiltrated shite?

Answer: Yes.

satan's fear

The devil is really terrified.
He's really terrified that people will spend Christmas thinking about the birth of Jesus Christ in the world and in their hearts.
He's really terrified.
That's why he engineered the murders of children in America this week.
It's why he works so hard to get people to commit suicide.
It's why he wants me to hate Muslims.
If for even a moment our hearts are touched by the beauty of God, our heaven would begin right now here on earth.
All the creation is calling to us.
The glorious signature of God in every created thing.
Rabbi Dalin.
Anthony Flew.
David Bentley Hart.
Philosophies generally.
Rationo empirical conceptions of the universe.
Richard Dawkins.
Lucia Lozano.
Chiara Tosto.
Evgenia Tarasova.
Beautiful Judith.
The universe itself.
Enemies becoming friends.
Prayer for friends.
Prayer for enemies.
Spiritual ecstasy.
The stars.
The Wicklow Mountains.
The colour blue.
Any colour.
A side street in Dublin.
The guy diving into the river to save his rabbit and the fire brigade saving both him and the rabbit.
Everything proclaims the truth of God.
Everything liberates us eternally with the light of love.
The devil has to work awful hard to stop us noticing.
Otherwise this war would be over tonight.

(Originally published 14th December 2012)

dial m for jihad

Coming up for air.
A couple of days after Jihadis murdered 17 people in Paris...
How numbing are the tears of the crocodilion.
All this hand wringing by newspaper groups and politicians who have facilitated people traffickers like the IRA, the Cosa Nostra, Chinese Triads and the Russian Mafia in flooding our countries with Jihadis and drug dealing gangsters through the organised overwhelming and collapse of immigration law and the attendant silencing by media sneer of those of us who would have demanded its enforcement.
In my own country the Irish Times interrupted its Christmas news schedule, up to then almost solely devoted to labelling those of us concerned about Muslim terror as racist, and began an epic keen for the murdered French people.
The same day Irish State run television station RTE allowed Muslim terrorist Anjem Chowdry to go live on air threatening Ireland and her people with Muslim terror attacks.
Chowdry is an accomplished debater.
RTE put him up against one of their mellower presenters, a left wing wimminy feminist witterer called Miriam O'Callaghan.
He ate her alive.
The pavements of Paris still wet with the blood of innocents, and Ireland was listening to this Nazi Muslim warning us who we could have as friends, and threatening untold horrors to our nation if we did not bow to his demands.
Numb is the word.
Still no word though on the name of the bin lorry driver who ploughed through the crowd of people in Glasgow just before Christmas, killing six of them.
I wonder.
And news coming through of another Islamist attack on a newspaper that published cartoons of the Prophet Muhammed, fire bombing this time, in Germany.
Numb and nummer.
Yet more attacks by the Al Qaeda Muslim terror army laying waste northern Nigeria.
Supposedly thousands killed the same day as the Al Qaeda Jihad murders in Paris.
And little girls used as suicide bombers in Nigerian markets a few days later.
They do keep busy, don't they.
Numb, numb, numb.
In fact for me, the only light relief of the past few days was when Irish Prime Minister Enda Kenny (a weak, vapid, vacuous, abortion legalising, Vatican embassy closing, hairstyle of a man) reportedly told French President Francois Hollande that he (Mr Kenny) was aware Ireland had become a hub for Jihadis and was keeping an eye on it.
That'll scare Al Qaeda alright.
You're arriving a little bit late at this party Enda.
Killing unborn babies is more your speed.
I suppose our best chance is if the Jihadis die laughing.
Or if they start using the unborn for suicide missions.

one good judge

At a bankruptcy hearing in the USA, an American Judge has correctly, honorably and courageously, deemed the evidence of Irish IRA fraudster David Drumm to be completely composed of lies.
Drumm fled to America using IRA ratlines to Boston (courteously operated by those lovable psychopaths from Whitey Bulger's murderous rackateering IRA Winter Hill gang) after Drumm and his IRA accomplices bankrupted Ireland in the year 2007 by creating illegal multi billion dollar loans for companies operated by IRA gangsters such as Sean Quinn and his various IRA progeny, loans which came via Anglo Irish Bank, a financial front company that Drumm and his IRA associate Sean Fitzpatrick were managing (on behalf of the IRA).
Ireland was bankrupted to repay a bank for a bank heist disguised as illegal loans to the IRA, a bank heist that had been organised by the bank itself, a bank that was owned and operated by the IRA.
You couldn't make it up.
Drumm has transferred much of the money he stole to his moll (styled his wife for the purposes of money laundering) whose testimony in the American court was also a masterpiece of concatinated mendacity.
This week Drumm has been attempting to have the American court discharge him of his debts in order to finally put a lid on his nation busting bank job.
Ah bless.
Diddums wanted closure.
He just got unlucky.
He met an honest Judge.
I guess none of us saw that one coming.
In Ireland it couldn't happen.
What can we say about David Drumm, his wife Moneylaundericia, Sean Fitzpatrick, Sean Quinn, their IRA families, et al. (Particularly Al. I hate him.)
Scummmmmm is too kind a word.
I mean I don't want to go casting no aspoyshuns.
Since the original bank heist by Drumm, Sean Fitzpatrick, Sean Quinn and their odious IRA progeny and their accomplices, since then I say, corrupt Irish Judges have held a few pattycake trials and released these glorified IRA super thieves with community service orders or no sentence at all.
Moreover Sean Quinn is now using corrupt proxies to regain control of the original front companies which he had used as a cover to bankrupt the Irish nation back in 2007 through illegal billion dollar loans to his IRA front companies from the IRA run bank, a bank in which, it should be noted, Sean Quinn himself was a 25 percent shareholder.
Yes that's right.
IRA rackateer Sean Quinn owned 25 percent of the IRA bank that was systematically burglarising itself by illegally lending him billions of dollars.
Where did he get the additional billions of dollars to buy 25 percent of the bank that was already systematically burglarising itself by illegally lending him billions of dollars?
The bank lent him the additional billions of dollars to buy the 25 percent of the bank's shares after it had already lent him billions of dollars in order to systematically burglarise itself.
Hilarious no.
Anyway Sean Quinn is once more back in control of his nation bankrupting company styled the Quinn Group the one which acted as a receptacle for many of the billion dollar thieveries which David Drumm and Sean Fitzpatrick at Anglo Irish wanted to disguise as loans in what was officially the biggest bank job in human history.
At the height of the recession in 2008, no other bank on earth declared losses as great as Anglo Irish Bank.
So here we are.
The key corrupt proxy in putting Sean Quinn back in charge of the company he used to burglarise the Irish nation, was a local politician called John McCartin who belongs to a party styled Fine Gael, in fact the current party of government in Ireland.
We have no Judges, police or politicians in Ireland capable of handling this case or any other case relating to David Drumm, Sean Fitzpatrick, Sean Quinn or their odious IRA progeny and accomplices.
We are being governed by the IRA.
My only hope is that the Irish people have never in their history allowed scum to govern them.
That includes IRA scum.
Muslim terrorist scum.
And their accomplices in the Judiciary.
Thank you for your time.

Wednesday, January 07, 2015

poem and parody

This week's poem is in fact a song called The Gypsy Rover but it has plenty of poetry in it. It was written by Leo Maguire and has been recorded by dozens of artists from Joe Lynch in 1950 (four decades before the same Joe Lynch inflicted the character Dinny upon Ireland in the television manure opera Glenroe) and afterwards by the Clancy Brothers, Foster And Allen, Elton Hayes, a very famous group called The Highwaymen and a slightly lesser known group called The Wiggles, among countless others. I expect my own parodaic version which is printed below the original, will probably attract just as many artists wishing to record it. By the way, there are other claimants to the authorship of this song but Leo Maguire copyrighted it in 1950. I've been told the story and air is found in the songs sung by Irish tinkers at the fireside over hundreds of years and has also surfaced in folk songs in America which were apparently influenced by Irish culture. Leo Maguire presented a radio programme for RTE over many years but he is perhaps more well known for having taught me English for three days in 1973 while he was a substitute teacher at Terenure College. I kid you not. I remember Mr Maguire as an elderly dignified man with a shock of white hair and an unholy scream. What was particularly terrifying about him, was the smooth transition from dignity to screaming, and then his near cosmic incoherency thereafter. The kids in the class were about seven years old. Each morning he would get us individually to read out passages from our English book. Then for no apparent reason he would cut loose screaming at a kid who to all intents and purposes was reading better than the rest of us had. Mr Maguire would scream something that sounded like: "Thee, thee, thee." His face would turn red then purple. He would gesture wildly. It was most quaint. And honest to goodness, it kept happening for the three days he was our substitute teacher without any of us knowing what the hell was going on. Back home on Main Street Tallaght, my brother Peter asked me what was it like being taught by Mr Maguire. His exact words were: "Did he shout thee at you?" Eventually after much pleading the brother explained that Mr Maguire believed the word "the" should be pronounced "thee" if it came before a vowel. Well why didn't the daft ha'aporth just say that then! Anyhoo. Nuts or not, Leo Maguire also wrote the Dublin Saunter which is also a song with plenty of poetry in it, the most famous version of which became a rather good ad for Murphy's Beer. That's two classics right there, more than most poets write. So let's forgive him the lunaception.

The Gypsy Rover
by Leo Maguire

The gypsy rover came over the hill
Down through the valley so shady.
He whistled and he sang till the green woods ran
And he won the heart of a lady.
She left her home, her castle great
She left her fair young lover
She left her servants and her estate
To follow the gypsy rover.
Her father saddled up his fastest steed,
Roamed the valleys all over,
Sought his daughter at great speed
And the whistling gypsy rover.
He came upon a mansion fine
Down by the river Claydee
And there was music and there was wine
For the gypsy and his lady.
"He is no gypsy, My Father," she said,
"But lord of these woods all over,
And I will stay till my dying day
With my whistling gypsy rover."
Fol dee doo fol dee doo rye aye
Fol dee doo rye dee ay ee
He whistled and he sang till the green woods rang
And he won the heart of a lady."


The Whistling Gypsy
by James Healy

the whistling gypsy came over the hill
down through the valley so shady
he whistled and he sang till the green woods rang
and he won the heart of a lady

"That is no gypsy father dear
but lord of these woods all over
and I will stay till my dying day
with my whistling gypsy rover"

"Alright Griselda if that's what you want
You run away with the gypsy
I'm giving your inheritance to your sister Griselda
And moving myself to Poughkipsie."

"Hold on a moment father dear
You really mustn't dash
I'm very very fond of my gypsy love
But I'm extraordinarily fond of your cash."

The whistling gypsy came over the hill
He was wearing barely a stitch
He whistled and he sang till the green woods rang
And he won the heart of a bi-i-i-i-itch.

Tuesday, January 06, 2015

no truth in the rumour

There is absolutely no truth in the rumour that the reason airline pilots sound like inane radio DJ's when they talk to passengers over the intercom is because the airlines are now hiring inane radio DJ's as pilots in order to cut costs. No wait...

Monday, January 05, 2015

today they said

Madonna Ciccone (singer): "I believe in freedom, in the rights of individuals to be who they are, to say what they want and to do what they want."

James Healy: "So that's what you young people are calling pornography these days."

a little light relief

Two news stories over the Christmas period raised my spirits somewhat.
I gotta tell ya folks, it was a relief to find at least a couple of current events to potentially restore my faith in the wondrous mawkish gregariousness of human beings and in which, thankfully, no human beings were getting killed.
First we had Pope Francis tearing his Cardinals and Bishops a new one at a meeting in the Vatican.
The footage was priceless.
The Pope in his serious holier than thou Pope voice, was reading out a list of what he apparently considered home truths about his Cardinals and Bishops and he was doing it with the Cardinals and Bishops sitting right there in front of him.
I suppose I was so amused by the whole thing because I could imagine the Cardinals mouthing to each other "What the f---," as Francis droned on and on about their failings.
It's what I would have been saying.
Bear in mind I'm not personally invested in Francis as pap, because I believe he was installed in a coup d'etat.
If he turns out to be a good guy, I'll be thrilled. (And surprised) If he's a left wing infiltrator or something evil, well, you know the drill, told you so etc etc. Particularly etc etc.
The second story that warmed the cockles of my cerebellum over the Christmas, was the whole kerfuffle over North Korea supposedly hacking into the Sony Corporation's computers supposedly in a fit of picque over a supposedly less than respectful depiction of North Korea's dictator in a forthcoming Sony movie.
This seemed hilarious to me because for a start I never believed the North Koreans did it.
It seemed far more likely to me to be a bit of pre publicity concocted by Sony Corporation to drum up intererest in a hundred million dollar flop that no one was talking about.
Advance word of mouth for this movie didn't exist up until the moment the high octane allegation of international computer hacking was released.
Next minute President Obama was involved and cinemas were saying they wouldn't show the movie because they feared North Korean retaliation.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, hoo, ha, hee hee, ha, ha, heeeeeeeeeeee.
Hoo baby.
Let me wipe my eyes for a minute.
Yes it was fun to revel in a few news stories for a while whose surrealism and just plain whatchamacallit weren't costing anyone their lives.
Thank you Pope France and thank you Sony Corporation.
May you continue in 2015 to contribute so fulsomely and harmlessly to the gaiety of nations.

jihad at sea

Two sea going cargo vessels sank today in Britain.
Of these one went down off Scotland with the presumed loss of eight crew members.
The other was deliberately run aground shortly after setting out in the Thames estuary, thankfully with no loss of life.
The Captain claims he beached the ship because it had inexplicably started to list and was about to capsize.
In the same twenty four hour period on the far side of the world, a cargo ship has sunk off the coast of Vietnam.
It is believed at least 13 of its 14 Filippino crew members have died.
The lone survivor is refusing to speak to his rescuers.
There's the first clue folks.
The simultaneous sinkings of cargo ships around the world today may not just be a Mafia insurance scam.
It may be Jihad.
A Jihadi on the crew could do it.
Or a Jihadi in the maintenance department on shore.
Or simply someone just paid by Jihadis to do it.
Be in no doubt.
It's being done.
Cf; The Christmas day passenger ferry going down off Greece.
Cf: The bin lorry running down six people in Glasgow on Christmas Eve. (The driver still isn't being named for some mysterious reason.)
Cf: The Christmas eve vehicular rammings of pedestrians at two separate locations in France, during which the drivers of both vehicles are reported to have screamed "Allah u akbar," as they deliberately steered their cars into groups of people on the streets.

Sunday, January 04, 2015


A children's home called Haut La Garenne on the island of Jersey is under investigation.
Allegations have emerged of serial sexual abuse, ritual violations, rapes and murders, taking place at the home.
The large number of allegations along with several other items of evidentiary information which have come into the public domain, point to many decades of violation, abuse, rape and murder of children at Haut La Garenne.
My analysis is that Haut La Garenne was used by a satanic cult for the ritual abuse of children.
My analysis is that this cult involves many levels of society on the island of Jersey, including political and law enforcement figures as well as prominent members of the business community.
I am disquieted by the manner in which the investigation is being handled.
I am disquieted that all members of staff who have at any time worked at Haut La Garenne have not been arrested, detained and interrogated.
I am disquieted that the senior officer investigating the case has been removed from the investigation.
I am disquieted at the manner in which the new senior officer investigating the case has dismissed many of the more serious allegations.
I do not believe the current investigators are seeking the truth.
I call on all men and women of good will to boycott the island of Jersey.
I call on all men and women of good will to boycott the products, people, industries, and holday resorts of the island of Jersey.
I call on David Cameron Prime Minister of Great Britain to take personal responsibility for the investigation.
I call on Queen Elizabeth the Second to intervene directly in this case, so that the murdered, raped, violated and ritually sacrificed children of Haut La Garenne will at last receive some form of justice.
There is no excuse for acquiescing in the child murders, rapes, ritual satanic sacrifices and sundry other tortures and violations, which have taken place at Haut La Garenne on the island of Jersey before the eyes of the world.
End this.
Bring the murderers to account.
Do it England.