Oh, do gather round.
Jamie Kay has posted a crime. Wait he's checked the perpetrator's ethnicity first (standard procedure, naturally) and it's white. Cue the confetti. Cue the barely-contained glee. Cue the inevitable "Any comment from the far-right?"
Because in Jamie's cramped little imagination, "far-right" means anyone who didn't clap hard enough at his last lecture. Anyone who noticed that grooming gangs were covered up. Anyone who thinks murder is bad regardless of the murderer's melanin count. In Jamie's head, the far-right is just a mirror he screams into.
Here's your comment, Jamie: Murder is murder. Shocking, I know. We don't need to check the skin tone before deciding whether to condemn it. That's your gig. You're the one running a racial sorting hat over every corpse, desperately hoping today's tragedy scores you a "gotcha" against people who've done nothing but disagree with you.
You've pulled this bait what a dozen times this week? Same post. Same smug little question. Same disappointment when people just say "lock him up" instead of performing the racial outrage you crave. You're not a journalist. You're a slot machine that only pays out in self-satisfaction, and you're furious nobody's feeding you coins anymore.
The "far-right" you're hallucinating? They're just normal people who've noticed you treat dead women as content opportunities. Who've watched you salivate over white perpetrators like you've won the lottery. Who've realized that to you, justice is secondary to the narrative.
Keep refreshing those notifications, Jamie. Keep wondering why the engagement is down. Keep screaming "far-right" at your reflection.
The tragedy vampire is thirsty. But the blood's running thin and even vampires need new material eventually.