Look Back in Anger

In the wake of the 2017 Manchester Arena bombing, at an open-air vigil for those murdered by a barbarian Islamist, a strange thing occurred. An apparently impromptu rendition of Don’t Look Back in Anger spontaneously broke out among the crowd. Apart from the fact that it was not impromptu, and was at least in part engineered by Home Office demons, is a subject for a separate rant; the point I’d like to make is that it is entirely the wrong sentiment. Don’t look back in anger. Really? What a revolting thing to ask of those who have been attacked. Just don’t look back in anger. Just don’t have normal emotions. Whatever you do, be sure not to look back in anger. Really? You’ve just had your society, your civilisation mauled, your brothers and sisters, your very children, maimed and destroyed, innocent little girls blown to pieces, and you’re supposed to look upon that horror without any anger? Well, I say no, never, and don’t ask me again. I will look back in anger, actually. Anger is entirely appropriate. I reserve the right to look back in anger if I so choose. Don’t tell me not to look back in anger! I’ll look back with whatever emotion I want.

What a monstrous request, to be asked to ignore your feelings in the face of the most grotesque violence imaginable; to be asked to pretend you don’t have anger in your heart against those who mean to annihilate you and everything you hold dear. That doesn’t make sense, that is inhuman, that is asking the impossible. What a perverse thing, to expect grieving families not to feel anger in the wake of the murder of their loved ones. I can think of very few things more perverse than that.

One thing that is more perverse, though, is the stage-managed virtue signalling of those grieving relatives in order to bolster and maintain a multicultural, globalist narrative. To use the bereaved parents of terror victims to perpetuate the concept of unlimited open borders and the lie that all peoples and all cultures are the same. That is pure malevolence. That is a type of evil almost beyond description.

Perverse is truly the word. An inversion of everything that is right. A complete abandonment of what is normal, and cynical to the point of madness. It is a madness. Think of it; every link in that chain is grotesque in the extreme. Firstly, the policy in and of itself, an open borders policy of entirely unlimited mass immigration which floods a largely peaceful society with unvetted people—some of whom will be rapists and murderers and would-be mass murderers, terrorists—then the various acts of scarcely believable violence, and finally the manipulation of those family members left in the wake of these crimes to act as apologists for the very policy which led to deaths of their beloved. To trot them out—the ones broken and brainwashed enough to allow themselves to be co-opted—to tell us not to look back in anger. That is monstrous.

It sickens me to imagine the process. That there are individuals, monsters, who work for the state, probably the Home Office, who will liaise with grieving families in the immediate aftermath of these atrocities, to gauge and test their suitability as mouthpieces. Who are these people? What level of inhumanity does it take to carry out this role? How possessed by moral degeneracy must they be? I shudder to think what kind of creatures these individuals are. These traitors, these beasts, these agents of evil. These are implacable enemies of the people, enemies of reason, enemies of civilisation, insane enemies of all that is righteous and correct.

Well, I reserve the right to look back in anger. I reject their perversity—I reject their lies with every fibre of my being. I will not swallow their lie; I will not lie to myself. If I feel anger I will not pretend the opposite. When my kin and country folk are machine-gunned on a beach in Tunisia, or blown up on a bus in London, or beheaded in a park in Bolton, or stomped to death, or groomed and raped, I will look upon that with anger. Anyone asking me not to will be met with scorn and contempt. For they are asking us to abandon our humanity, they are asking us to abandon reason, to abandon emotion, to reject morality itself. I refuse that offer. So should you. Feel free to look back in anger.