Thursday, August 20, 2009

Such a Parcel of Rogues in a Nation- Scotland Knuckles Under

Only a few days ago I posted about a thing I call savage compassion. And now Kenneth MacAskill is rationalizing the release of the convicted terrorist Libyan Abdelbaset Ali al-Megrahi with a new wrinkle on the concept. MacAskell, to the eternal dishonor of the Scottish people and Great Briton has said, "Our justice system demands that justice be imposed but compassion be available. Our beliefs dictate that justice be shown and mercy be served."

And here is yet another perfect illustration of how “compassion” in politics is the anathema of justice.

Last year I wrote about a lone memorial not 100 yards from my house. This memorial was placed in the Newton Centre Park by the friends of a college student who grew up here. That original post was titled “A Birthday Gift for a Dead Girl!” a commemoration of her fortieth birthday. The forty-first birthday of Sarah S. B. Philipps who was murdered on flight 103 over Lockerbie Scotland twenty and a half years ago was just five days ago and now her murderer is being released.

Where is the compassion for the families of the flight 103 victims?

Where is the concern for the hope that Abdelbaset Ali al-Megrahi might be squeezed for more information about the plot and its origin in exchange for this “compassion”?

Nobody believes he did this alone- Where is the justice for the other plotters with whom Abdelbaset Ali al-Megrahi worked?

Where is the justice for the Libyan government for which he worked?

Where is the compassion for the victims of other terror attacks that are encouraged and validated by this travesty of compassion?

The truth is, Britain is swamped by internal Islamists and greedy for oil deals with Qaddaffi’s Libya. But instead of admitting their cowardly and selfish motivations for not just rehabilitating Qaddafi, but positively fawning and cringing over him, they couch in the deadly language of "compassion". It puts me in mind of a Robert Burns Poem (made into a great song by Steeleye Span) about Scottish dishonor in another century. Here is my updated version of the original.

A Parcel of Rogues in a Nation

Farewell to all our Scottish fame,

Farewell our ancient glory!

Farewell even to the Scottish name.

So famed in martial story!

Now Islam runs over
Salway sands,
And terror runs to the ocean,

To mark where Mohammed's province stands -

Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!

What force or guile could not subdue

Through many warlike ages

Is wrought now by a coward few

For hireling traitor's wages.

The Islamist terror we could disdain,

Secure in valour's station;

But Lybian Oil has been our bane -

Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!

O, would, or I had seen the day

That Treason thus could sell us,

My old grey head had lain in clay
With Bruce and loyal Wallace!

But pith and power, till my last hour

I will make this declaration :

'Our honor is soiled by Libyan Oil'-

Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!


Unknown said...

Hello Yaacov

Thank you for voicing the opinions of the largely silent majority.

I agree with all you have said. There is no justice here and this pattern is getting more and more prevailent in the western democracies. (maybe they aren't democracies anymore and we have just failed to see it).

Keep exposing the hipocracy that passes for justice in our world.

thank you


Always On Watch said...

A few minutes ago, over at Jihad Watch, I read that the bomber got a wonderful reception upon this plane landing in Libya.

lgude said...

I think it is worth pointing out that honor and shame in moderation function like a kind of moral 'pain' system warning us when we are doing something wrong. We feel honor when we do the right thing and shame when we fail to. What is wrong with the extreme case - an honor shame culture - is that it puts appearances before reality. That is how people get to the idea that planting bombs on planes is anything other than the act of a coward. In this case I don't think it is savage compassion so much as idiotic compassion - in a class with releasing a rabid dog out of compassion.