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"My friend Anne had a scan," said my aunt.

"Oh," sez I.

"They found a shadow on her heart," sez the Ant.

"Ah," said I.

"She asked the doctor what would cause it and he muttered something about Covid and then clammed up. She thought he meant the vaccines. But he refused to say anything else. I immediately thought of you and all those things you said about the vaccines."

"We were younger Ants and nephews in those days," sez I. "For all my heroic efforts, I don't actually know of anyone who opted not to take the damn things just because of a warning from me. But I do know that Farmer Jones has just had open heart surgery. Yankee Joe has been put on heart medication for life. And Melissa Tarkington is as dead as the Dodo. And now Anne. I pleaded with them all not to take the vaccines."

"You pleaded with me too," said the Ant.

"I did Ant."

"Why would the doctor not tell  Anne what he meant?"

"The doctors are getting scared. I would hazard they're seeing so many deaths from heart attacks that they realise they've been killing people with those vaccines. Nobody wants to admit quite how wrong they were or quite how monstrous this whole orchestrated virus panic debacle was."

Cousin Felicia looked up from her book.

She considers herself a scientist and can become displeased if she happens to overhear subtly stated meditations which could  be adjudged when viewed in a certain light to contain vague implied criticisms of the medical establishment.

"I took the vaccines," she began, "and I got Covid. But I think if I hadn't taken the vaccines, it would have been much worse."

A faint whimsical smile played about my gentle pre Raphaelite features.

My piercing blue eyes took on a poignant look.

Contrary to popular belief, I don't lightly enter unwinnable wars

So I sipped my tea and sat back to enjoy her paean to Pfizer and Astra Zeneca and the wonders of modern science.

I have become mellow in the Summer of my life.

Perhaps it is the getting on of wisdom.

per iter tenebricosum

 

Having paid a car insurance bill, I notice a little codicil on the receipt inviting me to enter an online draw for a free car.

I use my computer to access the insurance company website.

There I am asked to answer the multiple choice question "what is the capital of Portugal?" and to complete the sentence "I deserve to win a Fiat Gelatea Hybrid car because..."

After wavering a bit over London and Dublin, I choose the Lisbon option for the Portugal question, and complete the unfinished sentence thusly: "I deserve to win a Fiat Gelatea Hybrid car because I don't believe in climate change and I'm such a nice guy."

Peering over my shoulder, my personal assistant Miss Tibbs draws in her breath sharply.

"You won't win if you write that," she tuts.

"You must have a very low opinion of the moral integrity of insurance companies," I tell her, clicking the confirm icon to seal the deal.

the tower

 

tier upon tier she rose

up o'er puny Adam's race

to bestride the blue serene

a vaunting pillar

to the vaulting minions

that built her

and some murmured midst sweat and grease

surely the heavens

surely we shall gain

mastery sweet shall be ours

across the arid land the gold had gloomed

these words spoke and Adam's race toiled doomed

the finest end of reason is to dispute well

 

James Mawdsley: "...I think the Jews have basically infiltrated the church, destroyed her liturgy, her dogma, and morals..." (Speaking as an interviewee on the Catholic Unscripted Youtube channel.)

James Healy: "I consider the suggestion that Jewish people have infiltrated the Catholic church and destroyed her core values to be impious, vitriolic, invidious, uncatholic and untrue. As a perceived locus of power and influence and ready cash, the church is of course a target for infiltration, mainly, I would suggest, from the Cosa Nostra mafia and other criminal combines who have grown accustomed to leeching money from the Vatican bank. It also seems highly likely that the Chinese communist party and the resovietising dictator of Russia Vladimir Putin would each be making significant attempts to subvert the Catholic church from within as part of their competing geopolitical projects to dominate human history. Meanwhile Devil worshippers and Freemasons might also be expected to infiltrate it for a larf. In spite of such manifest and widespread possible infiltrations, somehow the Catholic Church endures. My immediate concern is that Mr Mawdsley may himself be an infiltrator of the Catholic church attempting to spread vexatious divide and conquer chaos on behalf of one or other of the puppet master infiltrators I have just postulated or perhaps on behalf of one I am not aware of. Absent mental illness, I cannot otherwise explain his nonsense talk with regard to Israel, the holy people through whom God has made himself known to the world and through whom all nations will call themselves blessed."

the bells the bells

 

An anti immigration march took place in Dublin at the weekend.

Among the demonstrators was one Conor McGregor who styles himself a mixed martial arts fighter.

Mr McGregor was recently found guilty by an Irish civil court Jury of raping a woman called Nikita Hand in 2018. He was ordered to pay her a quarter of a million Euro as well as her legal costs.

I would be cautious about such Jury convictions.

As a celebrity of sorts Mr McGregor could conceivably be a target for frivolous lawsuits.

The court decision is being appealed and didn't prevent him being welcomed as a guest of honour by President Donald Trump at the White House on Saint Patrick's day.

Here is the news which I wouldn't be cautious about.

Conor McGregor is a Kinahane gang controlled mobster in a Kinahane gang controlled sport.

The Kinahanes are a drug dealing, people trafficking, child abusing, Tinker gang and a key component in Ireland's presiding mafia the IRA.

The IRA was traditionally composed of Tinker gangs like the Kinahanes and their former allies the Hutch gang, which have in the past few decades squabbled over the drug trade and splintered into various competing factions each still considering themselves the IRA and each still primarily focussed on dealing drugs.

The Hutch gang now call themselves Continuity IRA and the Kinahanes call themselves the Real IRA.

The Kinahanes are currently headquartered in the Arab Statelet of Dubai, having long established links with international Muslim gangs through the drug trade and through terrorism and through shared experiences at Colonel Gadaffi's training camps in Libya in the 1980s..

We should not allow Tinker gangs who have been up to their necks in mass Muslim immigration into Ireland, to represent themselves as being concerned about the current collapse in immigration law nor should they be allowed to manipulate genuine public concerns on the matter.

Paradoxically the demonstrators at the weekend reserved their greatest vitriol not for immigrants but for the Sinn Fein political party which is yet another IRA faction's proxy party in Ireland's parliament and which had organised a pro immigration counter demonstration on the day of the Kinahanes' Dublin demo.

Sinn Fein is on the cusp of entering government in the Republic of Ireland.

The Kinahanes and the Hutch mob have never forgiven Sinn Fein for its participation in the peace process in Northern Ireland.

Their ire towards Sinn Fein represents a quarrel among demons.

For the record, the Kinahanes and the Hutch gang and their various Tinker ilks have done more damage to Ireland than any immigrants.

They've killed and terrorised more Irish people in fifty years through drug poisons, direct murder and induced suicides, than the British empire did in 800 years.

Suggestible internet media gulpens such as the Canadian based Rebel Media along with Robert Spencer's American based Jihad Watch and the more IRAophilic Gript media based here in Ireland, should reconsider their positive attitude to Conor McGregor and to the thug element of the Kinanahane gang which is organising the present wave of anti immigration demonstrations in Dublin.

I would appeal to the general public not to associate with any of these people.

That is all.

the youngest farmer

 

the lambs are in the fields

the youngest farmer rubs hands

chapped like dry leaves

in a life that never ends

you will not find his tale

in any tract of  erudition

but in the dull trochaic verses of the bible

is found the course of his living

he stands and does not hear

the echo from Mount Zion

resound through Cnoc An Oirthir

by the shores of old Kilcullen

and perhaps it's for the best

it would plaque him at his rest

strange days

 

It is a truth universally acknowledged that whenever I praise a commentator on the internet, he immediately goes flop bott and crackerdog.

I remember a few years ago telling everyone that the philosopher David Wood was one of the great thinkers of our era and perhaps the greatest Western scholar of Islam of all time.

Whereupon as if by magic, David Wood began eating Qurans live on air.

The axiom about my praise producing general nuttiness among the populace, was recalled to me again this week when the writer broadcaster Mark Steyn whom I have praised up to the hilt, declared that it was his view that the Iranians couldn't nuke Washington DC soon enough.

Sigh.

For the record Steyn is still right about many things particularly his excoriation of the British pseudo establishment for it's unjust incarceration of Tommy Robinson and his critique of Covid 19  vaccines.

But I have to demur mildly from his nuke Washington schtick.

Ditto David Wood still being a genius, he still is, although I wouldn't endorse his choice of culinary delicacies.

In other news, I dropped into an Aunt's house this evening and encountered my feminist cousin Pauline sporting a nifty lapel pin.

"What are you advertising?" I enquired.

"Free Palestine," she answered.

It was the work of a moment to launch into a few bars of my perennial hit song, a cover of a Jackson Five number, to wit:

"Don't blame it on the moonlight,

Don't blame it on the Jihad,

Don't blame it on the Islam,

Lay it on the Israelis.

Moonlight.

Jihad.

Iranians.

Lay it on the Israelis.

Islam.

Jihad.

Mass murder,

Lay it on the Israelis,

Hoo yeah."

The cousin pursed her lips, looked into the middle distance and murmured: "That's enough of that."

You know bold readers it's scarcely a decade ago when there were pro Palestine demos in Dublin and I would walk up to them and roar: "No more Muslim Terror," or "No more Jihad," or on one memorable occasion when I challenged fifty proselytising Muslims in the city centre with the phrase, "No more murders of little Jewish schoolgirls in France," and an Arab Muslim had laughed gleefully and his friend a white Muslim had told me, "You are a joke," and I had declaimed: "You are a joke, and your Prophet is a joke, and you and your religion and your Prophet are a joke on humanity and on the world," and the Arab Muslim who had been giggling about the dead schoolgirls went toe to toe with me snarling: "You walk on or I tear you," and I had faced him down with the classic line: "Ah go kill another schoolgirl Muslim," and I kept saying it and he kept snarling about tearing me until he broke and his fellow Muslims led him sobbing away like nothing so much as an overwrought psychopathic Islamic James Brown becoming tired and emotional during a typically het up performance and being led off by his backing group, led him away I tells ee, because for some arcane reason they weren't willing to kill me that day which was why your man was crying with frustration, but when Pauline told me tonight: "That's enough of that," I shut the fudge up.

obitcheries

 

The American actor Val Kilmer has died.

He starred in Top Secret, the best film of all time.