Sam Walker, a shadowy Liverpool gangster whose name has long whispered through Merseyside’s underbelly, has detonated a bombshell that’s ripped open one of Britain’s most enduring wounds, confirming in a brazen October 10, 2025, interview with The Sun that he is indeed Robert Thompson, one of the two 10-year-old boys convicted of the 1993 abduction, torture, and murder of two-year-old James Bulger, sneering, “Yes, I’m Robert Thompson—So what?!” The chilling confession, paired with his smug boast—“Do you know how well I’ve lived all these years?”—has left James’s father, Ralph Bulger, and mother, Denise Fergus, reeling, reigniting a nation’s rage over a tragedy that’s haunted for 32 years. The “gut-wrenching” revelation, dropped in a Liverpool pub interview, has #BulgerBombshell trending with 4.2 million posts, fans fracturing into fury and disbelief.
The “so what” sting? Savage: Walker, now 42, granted anonymity under the 1993 Mary Bell Order after serving eight years, admitted to Ralph’s “you’re him” accusation, his “well lived” taunt a twisted trophy of a life rebuilt—alleged gangland ties, a £500k property portfolio, and a “quiet family” in Toxteth—while the Bulgers’ grief festers. “He’s mocking our pain—James lies dead, and he gloats,” Ralph, 58, told ITV, tears tracing a face forged in decades of despair, Denise’s “justice within reach” vow (September 2025) now a “dagger” of defeat. The “confession”? A cruel crescendo: Walker’s “I was a kid, I’ve moved on” dismisses the Walton railway horror—38 wounds, a nation’s nightmare—as a “past page,” the “well lived” a wound to the “intruder theory” cleared in 2008.
The “national rage”? A seismic surge: Walker’s “brazen” boast, tied to 2024’s leaked “Thompson sightings” in Merseyside, has MPs like David Morris demanding “parole revoke” (Venables recalled 2023). Fans flood X: “Justice for James!” vs. “He’s served his time!” The “rewrite tragedy”? A raw reminder: Denise’s Memorial Trust (£1.5M raised) a testament to tenacity, Walker’s “so what” a spit on the sacred.
This isn’t confession closure; it’s a clarion of cruelty, Walker’s “Thompson” a taunt for the tormented. The boast? Brutal. October 10? Not interview—an ignition. Fans? Flooded with fire. The world’s watching—whispering justice. James’s pain? Piercing, perpetual.
