Thursday, August 13, 2009
For once, I don't feel bad about someone's cancer
And the hits just keep coming…..
“I’ve come to wish you an unhappy birthday.
I’ve come to wish you an unhappy birthday.
Because you’re evil and you lie
And if you should die
I may feel slightly sad but I won’t cry…”---Morrissey
According to news reports drizzling out of Merry Olde England, the Libyan terrorist/intelligence agent convicted and sentenced to life in prison for blowing up Pan Am Flight 103 over Lockerbie, Scotland is to be released from his incarceration in Scotland.
Because he’s been diagnosed with terminal prostate cancer that has metastasized to other parts of his body and he wants to go home.
Awwwww. Poor little Abdel Basset Ali al-Megrahi. He has a sad. "He is sick. He has cancer. There is no cure for his case. He told me that he wants to die among his family and friends in his country," said Abdel Atti el-Ubaidi of the Libyan Foreign Ministry.
Well, ya’ know what, Abdel? There are families of 270 people out there who are also sad. Why are they sad? Because some turd blew up a 747 at 31,000 feet over the Scottish town of Lockerbie, killing 243 passengers, 16 crewmembers, and 11 people on the ground. Who was that turd, Abdel?
And now we’re supposed to feel all guilty because you’re dying of cancer? Too bad, so sad, chummy. You’ve managed to live almost 21 years longer than those 270 people.
I shudder to think that the good people of the U.K. would be knuckling under to pressure from their radical Muslim extremist minority.
Isn’t it ironic though that he’s dying from prostate cancer? I say this because of the socialized healthcare system in the U.K. and the fact that it’s so hard to get to see a specialist for anything over there. The mortality rate for prostate cancer in England is a frightening 604% higher than it is in the USA. Had he been incarcerated in America he might have had better healthcare and they might have caught it sooner, prolonging his life behind bars.
As an aside, I have my own connection to Flight 103. The plane went down 4 days before Christmas in 1988. At that time, I was an Army MP in Germany. One of my platoon-mates, was supposed to be flying home on leave to surprise his family for the holidays, but later told me that he was bumped off the feeder flight (Pan Am 103-A) from Frankfurt and had to catch another plane home.
That massive crater was where the central wing section of the plane, laden with jet fuel, crashed into a cluster of houses and killed 11 people on the ground. And we're supposed to feel bad for Abdel?