I Agree with the Catholic Church

18 03 2009

Here is some wisdom for you.

Its a quote by the pope on a visit to Africa.

The Catholic Church teaches that fidelity within heterosexual marriage and abstinence are the best ways to stop Aids.

I agree, your… Hatness, or whatever. I’m not sure. But I definitely agree that fidelity within heterosexual marriage (assuming your partner wasn’t infected before you got married) and abstinence are the best ways to stop aids

I agree with another fact.

If your wall is dirty the best way to stop it being dirty is to paint it.

How about that? All clear so far? Cool.

Now.

Lets take it a step further.

Say your wall has pipes running through it, or underneath it, and one of them springs a leak. Of course you realise as soon as the marks appear again that you can paint the wall all you like but the watermarks that caused it to be dirty are going to return before the new paint has dried. So you realise, as would most people of approaching normal cop on that you need to get to the root of the problem, fix the causes and maybe chase out the pipes to repair them (which will be a pain in the hole but its the only solution), then fix up your wall, paint it and Roberts your mothers brother.

In short, you realise that your solution isn’t working and even though you don’t like what you have to do you are smart enough to realise that it needs to me done and you are big enough to do it. Let me break it down even further.

Walls. Dirty.

Aids Epidemic – Real

Paint – Metaphor

People – Suffering

Children – Dying/orphaned/abused

Abstinence – NOT FUCKING WORKING.

Preaching a doctrine you know hasn’t helped, and using your political clout to enforce it to the detriment of the people who will follow you blindly because they believe in you and trust in you is simply nothing short of abuse of that trust and belief and, frankly, criminal. Its 2009. Not 1422. Lets wake up and get with the program Benny. Your policy has been failing for 20 odd years and only serves to worsen the problem. The Aids epidemic in Africa is the result of complex social, political and environmental problems you probably don’t understand and as such the best thing you could do is look to the rest of the world where awareness and responsible sexual behavior with condom use at its core has pretty much stopped the Aids crisis in its tracks. People are still being infected all over the world, but the problem isn’t compounded by poverty, war and plain old keeping people ignorant as it has been in Africa by priests who have no problem in letting you starve should you not happen to be Catholic.

The Catholic Church teaches that fidelity within heterosexual marriage and abstinence are the best ways to stop Aids.

In Reality,

The Catholic Church teaches that they have no problem with a good idea so long as you don’t point out to them that in order to implement the idea in any meaningful way you might have to drag them kicking and screaming out of the dark ages and possibly force them to take a self inclusive critical look at the world around them and how their lies are killing people. Who will be left to pray for you when they are all gone? But why should Benny care.

They didnt vote for him, did they?

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Food is the new Treason

9 03 2009

I’m not sure what to think about the mindset that would allow someone to point a loaded gun at another human being and pull the trigger. And I have thought about it. I’m sure we all have. When we were kids we played with toy guns, or upside down hurleys, or sticks. I regaled Mrs Orgasm this very weekend about my adventures with peg guns as a nipper. Eye gougers so they were. Made from elastics, nails, springs and a piece of door frame salvaged from the pyre on bonfire night. But a peg spring in the arse doesn’t really compare with knowingly and willingly looking someone in the face and then consciously deciding to end their life. Its on a different level to the one people like you (probably) and me (definitely) operate on. But I’m sure some people see it differently.

Some people have their motivations and the justifications are there, regardless of how ramshackle they may appear to the rest of us. Disillusionment seems to be a hallmark of male youth. Sometimes it can be beneficial to people who use it as an impetus to learn more about the world that surrounds them and to become active in society, because surely the education and engagement can only lead to a consolidated world view. For my own part, I have been strongly opinionated regarding certain matters. Some savoury. Some not so. However I have learned in my modest years that the only way to a lasting understanding is through compromise and understanding towards mutual benefit. Eventually the problems go away, but only if we let them.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve led a comfortable life. Surrounded for the most part by good people with my best interests in mind, and a million miles from the sort of troubled society that can thrust ordinary people into extra-ordinary circumstances in a flash and a bang. One which all to often calls upon the disillusionment aforementioned and moulds it into a lasting anger bordering on the dogmatic. From where I sit its easy to stroke my chin and be philosophical about such goings on.

However, some people dont have the luxury of detachment, those who sit by the bedsides of their loved ones who’s only crime this weekend was to deliver a pizza to the wrong address. Collaborators. No better than the occupiers they were complicit in feeding. No better than the minimum wage they earned. One young man from Northern Ireland. One young man from Poland. With names. With mothers. With fathers.

Of course, the perpetrators of this will pass no apology for targeting occupiers and facilitators of that occupation with no realisation of the fact that tomorrow they will be bemoaning the slow service from their local pizza delivery outfit. Some of the drivers didnt turn in today. The cheek.

There were two more young men. Two young men who were having their last meal before leaving these shores forever. Two young men who, once seen to be defenceless were cut down with no regard for who they were or what their crimes may have been other than choosing the wrong career path. I very much doubt either had ever pulled a trigger in anger. Regardless, once seen to be vulnerable they were then made incapable through a volley from a safe distance. Then, when they were seen to be made safe they came to stand over them. With misguided and terrible disillusionment in their hearts they decided that these two young men would be no more. 

And such they now are.

Two sons no more.

Two friends no more.

Two young men, no more.





The World in Which we Live

4 03 2009

This blog will tell me where you clicked on the link that led you here. For example, if I am linked to from another blogroll, the fact that you clicked a link there will be listed in my settings as referrals.

Likewise, if you google something else and I come up, the search terms you used that coughed up the link to me are reported to me.

Here are the top three from yesterday;

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Kinda tells you more than you might think you want to know, doesn’t it?





I feel in a giving mood

4 03 2009

So here is a really cool video from some guy who made a track out of samples he lifted from Alice in Wonderland.

I love this kind of thing. Something about the dark undertones really attracted me to it. We all know well the kind of subcontexts involved in Alice, and growing a tangible element like this from the seeds of psychadelia really speaks to me.

In other news, I shall NOT be wasting my time with the Wizard of Oz and Dark Side of the Moon.

Or shall I…..





Sneachta! Sneachta Mór!

4 03 2009

Yesterday, I braved the rain and the wind. I was on my way back from lunch and a colleague commented on the weather, which is the way Irish people get programmed to start all conversations from an early age, and I responded by saying, sure, at least the cold is gone.

Generic reply FAIL.

Mrs Orgasm leaves the house an hour before me in the mornings, and she rang me to warn me about Ice. Pish posh is what I would have said if I was Prince Philip, before making some generic and small minded remarks regarding Pakistanis. I just grunted. I’m better at that.

But Wait, Look! Hurray!

My car under a blanket of snow

My car under a blanket of snow

 

The local GAAAAAAAA establishment

The local GAAAAAAAA establishment

 

Branches

Branches

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I have never seen this much snow before. Being a city person I made slush men when we got sleet and only ever threw rocks at other kids. This is something new to me. So I took The Bean out for an early morning walk with a dustpan so he could do some shovelling and get himself drowned wet before I took him back inside to be dried, re clothed and bundled into the car kicking and screaming wanting to play with the snow. Alas, I had to get to work.

Alaser, when I got there it turns out I am the only person who bothered to make an effort to get in.

Note to self, if everyone else is going to bunk off to piss about in the snow I might as well do the same.





I Want Two of Whatever Noel Dempsey is on.

2 03 2009

Not that the Fianna Fail Ard Fheis would be my normal Saturday night televisual fare, in fact since I booted Sky Television out of my house in a fit of moral rage I actually haven’t had any television to watch, but boy was I wishing I was at that party when I got the news later.

Apparently, there was ranting, raving, wild presumptions and rabid historical inaccuracies concerning republicanism piled on top of self righteousness, shit slinging and blame mongering. Sounds like a standard night in any boozer in a small town really. But this was all going on in the AGM of Ireland’s ruling bubbling pot of nepotism and soft shite after a night on the beer.

This is what we learned.

Apparently, the bankers are to blame, and are worse than Cromwell.

Oliver Cromwell.

Here is a brief snip from Wikipedia.

In the wake of the Commonwealth’s conquest, the public practice of Catholicism was banned and Catholic priests were murdered when captured. In addition, roughly 12,000 Irish people were sold into slavery under the Commonwealth. All Catholic-owned land was confiscated in the act for the settlement of Ireland 1652 and given to Scottish and English settlers, the Parliament’s financial creditors and Parliamentary soldiers. The remaining Catholic landowners were allocated poorer land in the province of Connaght – this led to the Cromwellian attributed phrase “To hell or to Connacht”. Under the Commonwealth, Catholic landownership dropped from 60% of the total to just 8%.

You can read the rest here;

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oliver_Cromwell#Irish_Campaign:_1649.E2.80.931650

Now.

Noel Dempsey is like a big fat sack of stale shit only stupider.

How dare he shirk responsibility for our economic collapse onto the foddermen of his masters, then raise the specter of one of Ireland’s greatest tragedies in order to pepper his words. How fucking DARE he.

His party oversaw the rape of this country’s finances by the bankers, allowed by the regulator and enabled by a clique of fucking crooks.  The cheek of him.

Worse than Cromwell are the men his party bolstered through tax incentives and loose lending. Worse than Cromwell are the men who financed the rise and rise of their buddies in The Party. Yes. Worse than Cromwell them all, now having sold us all into slavery to pay the bank’s way out of this. Has Noel Dempsy, in his hypocrisy, not been complicit in his party turning a blind eye to the nod and wink culture that has just run this country into the ground?

The gaul and cowardice shown by this man in condemning his allies from his pulpit is absolutely sickening.

The banks are not responsible for creating this mess anymore than a two year old is responsible for shooting you with the loaded gun you just gave him. Fianna Fail built an economy based on an ever expanding property bubble and somehow seemed shocked when it burst. Now, of course, its someone else’s fault. The financial Cromwelians have come and taken our homes and made slaves of us all to the taxman. But you know what? I’m not blaming Old Oliver.

I’m blaming whoever sold him the fucking guns.