The first to disappear in any murder story is the person who has suffered fatal harm. They are reduced to an ethnically defined, gendered, life-styled archetype with a number pertaining to their age stamped on their forehead. Oh, and they are always warm, generous and friendly. To a fault. Which is perhaps the fault that finally denudes them of any real personality and renders them unseen. Woe betide anyone that says “Aye Jim, could be a carnaptious so-and so from time to time” or “Jacky could be obstreperous when the mood took her”. It would add colour to those perfect bones…adding flawed human flesh.
Read MoreThey walk amongst us in ever greater numbers. The Faithfull prefer to believe in some nebulous entity before countenancing us. They don’t care for your opinions. For they are beyond reproach. They walk the path of the righteous and you? Well, you are simply too messy. The thing about religion is that it is a great consumer of time. Time you could better use to consider (let alone act on) climate change, food banks or unethical wars…or any other number of atrocities playing out across the globe now. Say what you like about the Greek gods: Helios at least intervened when his golden cows were slaughtered…
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