The two ones woke yesterday morning little realising that their lives would change forever later that day. Their opportunity for offspring was to be cruelly taken from them by their evil master, Wooth, wife of Brown Dogg, her benevolent husband.
Came across Lee ‘Black’ Childers obit earlier today, R.I.P. buddie
Last week wifey typed about Peruke & Periwig and how coole and hipp it was, but she never typed about our pal Ed from Carlow, with the beard, hoy! and that he is a Guinness World Record holder, although the record he owns is S.H.I.T.
Anyway herez Ed . . . and hiz quote of the day;
“Carlow is DONE, Cavan is where itzatt”
. . . and because itz Tuesday night, we have one more from:
# 6 ) William Blake, English poet, painter and printmaker, from England. Largely unrecognised during his lifetime;
“For the strangled impulse, there is no redemption”
There is a small cast of villains in the pantomime of Irish public life; Sean Fitzpatrick, Michael ‘Fingers’ Fingleton and Bertie Ahern are the most prominent. Most lately they have been joined by an unlikely candidate, journalist John Waters.
What did he do to reach such apogeal heights of infamy? He wrote opinion pieces that were antithetical to the prevailing wind of public opinion, which is shaped by the media, who in turn are influenced by bullish interest groups.
He dared to take an opposing view to the hegemonic orthodoxy that defines modern Ireland.
His beliefs are not modish or populist. In the United Kingdom he would be a dyed in the wool Conservative, possibly James Dellingpole. In the US he would be a card-carrying member of the Tea Party.
The difference is, in those countries, his views would be respected, his opinions given credence. He would be invited to engage in meaningful debate on important societal issues.
In Ireland however he is universally pilloried, lampooned and derided. He is portrayed as an anachronism, a religious crazy, a dangerous malcontent.
He has become the national bogeyman – if you don’t go to bed, John Waters will preach to you.
We find it utterly abhorrent the level of intense vitriol and hatred that has been directed at one individual, who is simply voicing his opinion.
But of course, it’s not the right opinion. The politically-correct, permissive, liberal opinion. And today it is almost impossible not to conform to this groupthink.
Politicians are falling over themselves to ride the liberal bandwagon, hastily jettisoning previously held convictions and principles. Enda Kenny being the prime example.
Waters’ critics claim he is a dangerous influence. That he, and his shadowy allies in the Iona Institute are working to subvert Irish society, to brainwash us back to blind obedience to Rome, to promote intolerance and discrimination. And that they need to be stopped.
What exactly are they afraid of?
Let’s look at the facts.
In present day Ireland there are 24 commercial TV stations, 37 radio stations and 16 national press titles operating. And they all adhere to the same agenda and support the liberalisation and secularisation of Ireland. And that’s not including social media, which is entirely dominated by liberal thought-police. So much for diversity, balance and freedom of speech.
John Waters, until he was hounded out of his job in the Irish Times, was one of the very few opponents of this irrepressible tide of uniformity.
His views on the Children’s Referendum, Father’s Rights, abortion and same-sex marriage are consistent with his belief-set. These views should be respected and given due consideration. Not dismissed out of hand as the ravings of an out-of-touch zealot.
What would we say about a regime in another country that dominated and controlled the media, where dissent was silenced? Would we not treat with suspicion a country where there was universal adherence to a single world-view? Would we not be outraged if someone lost their job for speaking out against this regime?
So why are liberal bullies so threatened by John Waters and his beliefs? Why do they need to demonise and diminish him?
Could it be that the liberal ascendency is vulnerable. That its model of society won’t hold up to rigorous questioning?
Perhaps John Waters’ probing came close to demonstrating how fragile a house of cards built in the rubble of traditional values can be.
Sufferer of sleep paralysis Nicolas Bruno transforms his terrifying dreams into photographic realities. The characters depicted are often stuck within their scenes, unable to escape. The 20 year old New York native suggests ‘Sleep paralysis is an experience in which the individual becomes conscious and is left immobile in a state between being awake and asleep.’
Click here to see more of Nicholas Bruno’s work
My family ran a small country hotel in south county Cavan* for many years and it was with sadness that we sold up midway through the year of 1997. I had many happy years in that place and it was were I met my best friend, teevee, who stayed with me and helped me up until I met my new best friend Ruth in the summer of 2010. I moved in with Ruth in 2011 so my best friend teevee had to go, although I occasionally met up with him and together we’d watch the football, and sometimes back home in south county Cavan we’d stay up late watching the music channels. I asked him to move in with us, however he prefers to visit on a Sunday night, where the three ones sit down with nachos and cheese and enjoy watching the Voice (of Ireland) on Raidió Teilifís Éireann, and it was on this show that I first developed a crush on former Westlife songster Kian Egan, who I think is deadly, in fact, so deadly I wanna go drinking with this dude. Heez just so cool, Kian is, and he always picks the best talent for his team, such as Kelly Mongan McDonagh and more recently Brendan McCahey from Shercock, Co. Cavan. This guy Brendan is very, VERY talented, and should win the competition at a canter. However, he needs votes from the public, and because Cavan has a reputation for being a penny pinching place he may not get the votes he requires. So please let us vote for this guy, on Sunday’s, and below are his performances from the show to convince you all of his gift;
*Cavan, God’s county
Softball in Ireland is a summer sport. The season runs from late April until the end of August.
But most days it involves standing around in the wind and rain with wet feet, trying to avoid frostbite.
On Saturday at the start of the season blitz, even our furry friends were feeling the chill.
That said, on the occasional day we get some sunshine, there’s no sport like it!