Monday, 9 November 2009

Just how low will Rupert Murdoch's loathsome organ droop?

Last night I was at Rossendale's Festival of Rememberance Concert at the Bacup Leisure Hall, featuring the Haslingden & Helmshore Band.

During the penultimate number, Elgar's Enigma Variation IX (Adagio) "Nimrod", a projector to the right of the hall started showing a slide show of the service personnel who had died since the last year's Remembrance Sunday.

It was incredibly poignant and utterly moving, and I don't mean that simply as a pacifist.

One of the photos was that of Grenadier Guardsman Jamie Janes, so it was absolutely disgusting that the Sun was using one mother's grief to mount a personal attack on Gordon Brown.

I cannot imagine how painful it must be to lose a child and the maelstrom of emotions one is engulfed in, but for the Sun to somehow pretend to be outraged at the PM's spelling is beneath contempt.

The Sun must be the only paper that aspires to CLIMB into the gutter, and once there, actually makes the sewage filthier.

As the new editor, Dominic Mohan must be pleased with himself, and David Cameron overjoyed to have the Sun batting for him!

Shame on you!

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