Yet another example of an outpouring of grief taken into absurdity with the inclusion of celebrities:
The squad laid flowers, a shirt and boots at the makeshift shrine to the youngster outside the Fir Tree pub in Croxteth, Liverpool.
Rhys, an Everton season ticket holder, was shot outside the pub on Wednesday...
Everton captain Phil Neville urged people to help the police catch the youngster's killer.
"We are here today to pay our respects and appeal to anyone to come out and give information about the person who did this terrible thing...
Rhys was an 11-year-old lad and massive Evertonian. We just hope this thing never happens again."(BBC)
The way that a few of these are picked up and exploited - by the media, politicians, and general public - can really be quite sickening. Why does Rhys deserve more than any other 11-year-old whose life is brutally cut short? Why does the search of Madeleine McCann get so much more media attention than many of the other missing children? The same question can be asked about all of the other media stories of this ilk - Damilola Taylor, Stephen Lawrence, et al. The answer is the same for all of them - nothing makes them more deserving. The only difference is that their deaths/disappearances got into the news.
This outpouring of, and wallowing in, grief just revolts me. Yes it is tragic. but where is the traditional British stiff upper lip? What happened to grieving in private and getting on with your life? Especially when you didn't even know the deceased.
Source: BBC






























