It's remarkable the number of people who seem to be able to shelve any horror or compassion for a woman who was violently murdered because she didn't reflect their own political views.
Death seems to be celebrated as some kind of tool by the left which dished out to those who aren't on board with their project. Right back at Brexit when there was so much talk about how many people who voted to leave would be dead soon, and who should get a say and who shouldn't get a say because they'd be dead, the minimisation of October 7th where rapes and death were chalked up by activists as a dialectic resistance (looking at you Butler), the murder of Kirk was actively celebrated.
And now the death of Ann Widdicombe (I'm terrible with proper nouns, I know I misspelt her name earlier, pretty sure I have dyslexia which I can just about adapt for but bloody hell, there's no rhyme or reason to names) is couched in relation to her views - as if her violent murder is more palatable.
Anyway, I know I shouldn't have wandered around on the wider site.
In lighter news, I am going on holiday tomorrow but I am too hot to pack. And I may never get to it at all if it doesn't cool down a bit.