It should have been the start of a glorious week, with eyes focussed on the other side of the Atlantic since President Trump’s inauguration last Sunday. That diversion of attention was no doubt what the authorities hoped for when they delayed the date of Axel Rudakubana’s trial to Monday, January 20. They didn’t succeed. While one side of the Ocean represented hope, the other side, here, revealed a horror that not even the worst of Trump derangement syndrome could deflect from. Horror at the unmitigated evil represented in the remorseless guilty plea of the monster that is Rudakubana, and despair at what our once decent country has blindly (or deliberately, I sometimes wonder) nurtured and seems still determined to nurture. That is unless this week’s sickening revelations that, it turns out, the man this country elected did know about it, proves a turning point. If it doesn’t, God knows what will.
When I look back to my excitement on Monday, glued as I was to Newsmax from the moment the then President Elect left Blair House to go to church, then onto the Capitol’s Rotunda where he gave the decadent past Democrat leaders a strong dose of their own medicine as the newly sworn in 47th President, right through to the inaugural ball in the evening, I almost feel ashamed.
I certainly felt more emotional than I could have imagined, as though it was my own country, living vicariously I suppose. In all honesty, I hadn’t believed this day would come, that Trump would break through a deep state so stacked against him; that he and his super-organised, super-energised, motivated and hard-working backing team would win. It was a triumph which they and their supporters deserved to enjoy. But, while I was gawping at this 78-year old’s extraordinary energy and volubility (how many speeches for how long without note or autocue?), on this side of the ocean, terrible facts (even more shocking and horrifying than previously let out) about the savagery inflicted on the Taylor Swift dance class were coming out. Too awful to hear or read. They put a halt to my celebratory mood and brought me crashing down, feeling sickened by my own country and the sheer evil in our midst.
Three Sundays ago, I turned to Douglas Murray for words to express the outrage I felt about the grooming/rape gang cover up – no one I said nailed the facts of the authorities’ callous complacent responses and shameless denial better than he. This week, I turn to Mark Steyn, whose uncanny knack for ‘nailing’ the truth of the matter is also unsurpassable. He headed his column which focussed on the Southport slaughterer, I Have Seen the Future and It’s Stabbed; it is. Mark gets it:
‘Say what you like about Axel Rudakubana, the slaughterer of three English girls under ten years old, but – unlike the British Prime Minister, the Home Secretary, the Liverpool Police and most of the court eunuchs in the UK media – he appears to be an honest man: It’s a good thing those children are dead… I am so glad… I am so happy.’
As Mark points out, Rudakubana ‘has always been entirely upfront about such things, telephoning Britain’s so-called “Childline” and asking them: What should I do if I want to kill somebody?’ Mark then goes on: ‘Judging from his many interactions with “the authorities” (including with the laughably misnamed “Prevent” programme), the British state’s response boiled down to: Go right ahead!’
I make no apology for quoting Mark again, for no one summed it up better than he: ‘Sir Keir Stürmer and every outpost of the corrupt British state have lied to the public about every aspect of the Southport mass murder since the very first statements by the Liverpool chief constable passing off the killer as a “Cardiff man”. Her officers knew within hours that the Welsh boyo who loved male-voice choirs was, back in the real world, an observant Muslim in possession of the Al-Qaeda handbook and enough ricin to kill twelve thousand of his fellow Welshmen. But they did not disclose this information for months – not until freeborn Britons minded to disagree with Keir Stürmer’s Official Lies by suggesting that this seemed pretty obviously merely the umpteenth case of Islamostabbing had been rounded up, fast-tracked through Keir’s kangaroo courts, gaoled for longer than Muslim child rapists, and in at least one case driven to his death. Does Sir Keir feel bad about the late Peter Lynch? Or does he take the same relaxed attitude to his victims as Axel Rudakubana?’
I have no doubt he does.
Trump, by contrast, is busy showing that it is possible NOT to go along with this reckless and subversive wokeism. Last week, he began deporting illegal criminals from the States. As I tweeted a couple of days ago ‘where there’s a will there’s a way’. Sadly, no one seemed much interested, which I thought once again spoke volumes about dumbed down, compliant or perhaps frightened Brits! Yes, it all left me thinking about our country’s stupidity, and what the British for whatever reason are turning a blind eye to or putting up with. The self-censoring of any debate on the death penalty is another sign of it. Vlod Barchuk wrote two very thoughtful and informed pieces this week (here and here) that should have been enough to get at least a discussion going, but no. When I tweeted this, it only got 5 reposts. Meanwhile, I am left thinking about the lack of deterrence and how many of our children and grandchildren are at risk from insane, violent and jihadist characters like Axel in their classrooms. As a grandmother, it terrifies me. How many incidents such as those at Rudakubana’s school are kids across the country made to suffer while schools and parents are silenced, as Tommy Robinson’s documentary detailed?
We know in advance that Starmer’s Southport public inquiry will point the finger at anything except the type of honest inquiry needed. Just as Steyn notes: ‘Even now, six months on, the organs of the state are still lying – although, with all the previous lies being no longer operative, Stürmer & Co have had the wit to introduce a few new ones. For example: “A total disgrace’ that Southport killer could buy a knife on Amazon aged 17, says Cooper”.’
‘Alas, the Fleet Street “bullsh*t detector” has seized up and the court eunuchs are happy to recycle Sir Keir Stabber’s copious effluent. Within hours of Yvette Cooper’s stunning revelation, the biggest-selling papers in the realm had re-purposed the beatific Welsh schoolboy as “the Amazon Killer”!!! That’s the front page of The Sun at top right. Ooh, lookee here: Starmer Vows to Change Law on Blades. “Vows” is one of those w*nker media words they deploy when they want to make a hack politician sound butch. Starmer “vows” to raise the minimum age for buying a steak knife to fifty-seven, with at least nine pieces of supporting ID!’
No one says it better than Steyn.
It’s hard to end on an upbeat note this week – even in the spate of brilliant Executive Orders, there have been a couple of worrying ones. We just have to hope that Robert F. Kennedy Jr. will be sworn in and keep Trump on track.
