The whole affair stinks to High Heaven.
Two hundred-seventy innocent people were murdered in cold blood. The lives of their families were shattered. Al-Megrahi, the bomber, lived in freedom for eleven years before his keepers in Libya decided to cough him up. They needed the money from the oil revenue, and had tired of the role of Pariah of the Mediterranean.
He's convicted in Scotland, sentenced to life. Finally.
Then Scots cough him up again in 2009, and send his scurvy cowardly behonkus back to Libya, supposedly on 'humanitarian grounds', two years ago. Eight years into his life sentence, claiming he was at death's door, poor chap. He's put on the plane in Scotland on a hospital gurney, and upon his arrival in Tripoli, saunters down the step of the plane to a hero's welcome.
Meanwhile, twenty-four years later, the families still feel the loss, and know two things:
They will never get the true story of why their loved ones were killed. This was not a one-man operation, by any means.
They were sold out, probably for cash, by politicians in both Edinburgh and London.
OS especially extends his sympathies to those parents whose college-age children were lost. Those kids would be about forty now, most with families and kids of their own. Every December, those parents, now in their seventies, hear silence where their grandchildren that never were don't gather around the tree and table. They also get to relive the date 21 December, when their children died, as they soak in that horrible silence.
Lest anyone wonder at the general sense of disgust felt by the law-abiding towards their amoral and law-flouting political class--remember Lockerbie.
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