"I started reading about the rare condition that killed Martin McGuinness. I got about four words in. And then I realised.
I couldn't care less. Couldn't care less what he had, what impact it had on him or why it caused him to die.
I am just glad he is dead."
Martin McGuinness (pictured right in
1985)
"Glad he is gone and we no longer have
the monster paraded about on our screens as the Second Coming of Christ
I'm
not the least bit concerned if his death was painful or otherwise. He
had the extraordinary blessing of a reasonably long life. And the gift
of knowing he was going to die. He was able to set his affairs in order,
to say thank you to the people who loved him, and to feel at peace with
the life he was leaving behind.
His
victims, those who died at the hands of his army, his bombs, and
allegedly his own sub-machine gun — had no such opportunity.
Many
never saw thirty. Never got to enjoy the long life he has enjoyed.
Their relatives were handed life sentences of their own, too, having to
deal with the devastation he wrought......"
"The 'disappeared', those who were abducted, murdered and secretly buried
by the IRA, four of whom have never been found despite a commission set
up to locate their remains. The families of these victims walk hand in
hand with grief and injustice every day."
"The list is endless. Kneecappings,
bombings, shootings, sniper fire. Men, women and children. Particularly
children: Mary Travers, 22; Kathleen Feeny, 14; Carol Ann McCool, 4;
Kathryn Eakin, 9; Gordon Gallagher, 9 ... it goes on and on. A mountain
of dead. Murdered during the period in which the Butcher of Bogside was
in command.
So no, Gerry Adams — you
who also have blood on your hands — McGuinness did not work 'tirelessly
for peace and reconciliation'. If he had, the bodies of the disappeared
would be back with those they loved."