The Newspaper Who Shall Not Be Named is back at it again—and just in time for the anniversary of the Hillsborough tragedy!—this time slagging off the people and city of Liverpool after Ross Barkley was punched in a local establishment.
Barkley was apparently the victim of a right hook after hitting on a woman who was already part attached, though he might have just been a victim for being Ross Barkley. Anyway, in his infinite wisdom, columnist Kelvin MacKenzie thought he’d chime by extending this one incident to the moral failings of an entire city. And because of Barkley’s descent (his grandfather is Nigerian) there was a racist element as well. So our dear readers don’t have to give the S*n website traffic, you can read his gross comments below:
Perhaps unfairly, I have always judged Ross Barkley as one of our dimmest footballers.
There is something about the lack of reflection in his eyes which makes me certain not only are the lights not on, there is definitely nobody at home.
I get a similar feeling when seeing a gorilla at the zoo. The physique is magnificent but it's the eyes that tell the story.
So it came as no surprise to me that the Everton star copped a nasty right-hander in a nightclub for allegedly eyeing up an attractive young lady who, as they say, was 'spoken for'.
The reality is that at £60,000 a week and being both thick and single, he is an attractive catch in the Liverpool area, where the only men with similar pay packets are drug dealers and therefore not at nightclubs, as they are often guests of Her Majesty.
There is the unfortunate reality that his words had presumably passed a number of eyes before seeing print, which says quite a bit about the environment and editorial standards where MacKenzie operates. Tomorrow should be a day where we should all remember the 96 innocent lives lost at Hillsborough and never forget the long fight for justice, a fight that those without conscience did their best to obstruct.
MacKenzie was the editor of that newspaper during the Hillsborough disaster and played a most heinous role in the aftermath with a headline that was a lie. The list of his editorial transgressions are lengthy, but this so-called journalist remains without shame, regret, and most disappointing of all, censure. Like a horrendous killer hound in a cheap horror movie, he returns again and again when he should have disappeared long ago.
In today's world, yesterday's men are doing as they wish beyond all boundaries of decency while being indulged by institutions. MacKenzie wasn't suspended out of a noble gesture or commitment to fine journalism; this was little more than a tired exercise in damage limitation. This is why we won't forget and will remember. Do the right thing. Don't buy the S*n.