It was from the Northern Ireland conflict that I first learned how language – like everything else – can be warped utterly. Take the late Martin McGuinness, not to mention his still-living, libel-hungry comrades.
For almost three decades they put bombs in public places, shot random people in the head and tortured others to death.
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