Alfie Is In Heaven, Or: Killing The Sick, The British Way To Health Care.
I was cut off from blogging a few days, and as I am now in a position to do it again I am informed that Alfie Evans has died and is now, a child baptised in the Catholic Faith who died before the age of reason, most assuredly in heaven.
The consolation for the eternal destiny of the little boy must not distract us from the astonishing example of Nazi behaviour we have witnessed in his case: a hospital going to court to fight their way to kill a child entrusted to their care, and a judge siding with them and not allowing the child to be taken care of by other people.
The most creepy episode was – as a knew when cut off from blogging – the extremely creepy announcement of the father to , basically, put an end to the pressure and give up the fight. I initially thought this was a way for the hospital to save face: protesters discamp and Alfie is quietly sent to Italy. But this was obviously not the case, and it chills my blood to think what kind of threats have very probably been directed at the family to force them to give up. I am pretty sure I am not the only one to think that a state where children are killed by their own hospitals has no lack of secret services and investigators ready and willing to find, or amplify, or invent dirt to get rid of an obnoxious father now becoming a nuisance to the NHS killing machine.
As little Alfie enjoys heaven, let us reflect on what kind of “health service” is one that wants you dead. And let us also reflect of how many actors have, in this matter, merited hell.
Listen and learn, America.
This is what socialised “health care” will unavoidably become.