The sanctimonious husband of the late Labour MP Jo Cox, murdered by an obvious loon last June, has decreed that we should all hold street parties this June to mark her death and celebrate bringing communities together with love not dividing them with hate blah, blah, blah, we all reject UKIP as they steal our bicycles and hate immingrants yadda, yadda, yadda. The media luvvies of the liberal elite live in the same fantasy world as Mr Cox and dare not tell him the truth.
Until she was murdered 99% of us had never heard of Jo Cox. She suported a range of causes held as evident truths my the metroplitan elite, such as global warming and the benefits of mass immigration and multiculturalism, which most folks in the UK either do not care about or actively disagree with.
She was killed by a madman and Brendan reckons that as an MP - normally someone who like most folks in the top 3% of wage earners enjoys a cossetted existence - her death means more than all the other murders that happen in the UK each year. Most of those other victims are poor folk. Violent crime so rarely effects the elite that when it does they really are shocked.
I hope Mr Cox grieves with his kids on that bad anniversary. There might be the odd street party in Islington. But generally those who endeavoured to make political points or capital from Ms Cox's death, like the loathsome former drug dealer, hereditary politician and son of a war criminal, Will Straw, were viewed by we, the great unwashed, with unbridled contempt.
Im sure that Jo Cox was a caring and well meaninhg woman albeit one misguided on a wide range of issues. I am sure she was a great mother. I am also sure that Brendan was a loving and faithful husband. But sorry pal you live in cloud cuckoo land if you think that I or 99% of the folks in Britain will be holding a street party to remember her death.