I've been disconcerted by the recent uptick in violence in Northern Ireland. I have ancestors from Roscommon, in the Republic of Ireland, and the subject of 'The Troubles' has fascinated me since I was a wee laddie. My upstairs neighbor is an immigrant from Armagh, and her parents, both lovely people, still abide there.
Thankfully, nobody has died during the current unrest, though youths are hurling bricks and Molotov cocktails, and a bus was hijacked and torched in Belfast. The cause of the unrest seems to be complications of Brexit over customs and borders, and a failure to enforce masking and social distancing mandates during a funeral for a deceased Sinn Fein leader. Politicians on both sides of the Republic of Ireland/Northern Ireland border have called for calm.
Me? I have one thing to say... you don't want to live in a Stiff Little Fingers song. The members of Stiff Little Fingers were the last people who wanted to live in a Stiff Little Fingers song:
The rioters are too young to remember the 1998 Omagh bombing, an indiscriminate terrorist attack that killed 29 persons and injured more than 300. The horror of that massacre, committed by an IRA splinter group, was a major catalyst for the peace talks... even the main body of the IRA was appalled at the violence. The kids trying to ramp up the violence need to be forced to meet with survivors of the bombing to get 'scared straight'. Nobody needs a return to the bad old days.