I couldn't watch it. I remember being a kid and seeing all those coffins on TV and the morbid depression that swept through Ireland at the time. that event is like this festering wound that people keep opening and whilst I'm settled here in Blighty I sometimes see those cold human traits bubbling away under the surface...I could see a time when the WASP has had enough of us outsiders and another fanatic comes along to convince them that the purge is long overdue...Cromwell...Hitler...I don't see any difference...