Time has come for Adams to go
One of the first signifiers of transition from barbarism to civilisation was the evolution of the belief in the right of those killed in war to a proper burial. The ancestral strength of this concept, first voiced in Ancient Greece, that survived until the new barbarism of the Nazi age, explains why the fate of 'the Disappeared' has haunted the Sinn Fein leader Gerry Adams more than any of the war crimes committed in the squalid sectarian conflict where Mr Adams played so prominent a role. Sadly, we should not be too surprised the shrouded secrets of the Sinn Fein leader's past have, up to this point, not excessively damaged his quixotic journey into Southern politics. A willingness to bury inconvenient truths for the sake of the peaceful life is the endemic flaw in the DNA of the Irish gene pool. The corrupt age of Haughey was only sustained by the uniquely Irish capacity to believe, when it suited us, that the incongruity our eyes saw when we looked at the Gandon mansion, the island and the yacht apparently purchased on a humble TD's salary was not real.
Mr Haughey was, in fairness, the least of the villains who were able, courtesy of this national defect, to hide in full view – for when it came to the endemic abuse of working class children we preferred to focus on the All Priests Show rather than that which, far from lurking below, was instead on open display for anyone who wished to challenge the naked Emperors of our note-taking Episcopacy.
Now when it comes to Mr Adams, once again we are told that what the eye appears to see, when it comes to the sexual abuse of Aine Dahlstrom, the role played by Mr Adams within the IRA or the crepuscular murder of Jean McConville is a mere spectral fairy tale dreamt up by the imaginary enemies of peace.