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Cardinal Cathal Daly: Cardinal Cathal Daly is dead at the age of 92. The broadcaster RTE, along with Independent Newspapers, the Irish Times and something called the Daily Mail have been spouting eulogies to Cardinal Cathal Daly. RTE, Independent Newspapers, the Irish Times et al, are praising Cardinal Daly soley because prior to Christmas, this same RTE, Independent Newspapers, the Irish Times and associated snurds, were engaging in a persecution of the Catholic church using sex abuse as a Trojan Horse for their pogrom which resulted in the unjust resignation of several Bishops, and now RTE, Independent Newspapers, the Irish Times, etc, are anxious to foster the utterly false and facile illusion among the general public that RTE, Independent Newspapers, the Irish Times, etc, are not anti Catholic bastards at all but that in some strange incongruous paradoxical way, RTE, Independent Newspapers, the Irish Times, etc, are actually objective fair minded reporters of events. Ah. Show me the way to the vomitorium. Cardinal Cathal Daly is dead. I know nothing else about him. He is being praised by RTE, Independent Newspapers and the Irish Times. It's not a good sign. Even so their fathers praised the false prophets.
Justin Keating: Former minister in a 1970's Irish government. Came from a family which featured prominent communist sympathisers. Prominent in the Irish sense. That is to say, no one knew or knows who the hell they were or are while they usurped and continue to usurp positions of exponential influence behind the ever more debased trappings of our democracy. Justin Keating possessed a significant wodge of cash from somewhere. Entered my life in the 1980's when he wrote an article in the Evening Herald praising the government of Algeria no less. I never quite forgave him for it. Even as a teenager, I was aware that Algeria was a murderous mix of communist government and Islamist revolutionary terror opposition. I was sure that the revolutionary communist violence as a means to an end bullshit must be failing there the same way it was failing everywhere else. And yet Justin Keating's arrant falsehoods in the Evening Herald prevailed, and my own views remained largely unexpressed. (In propagating incompetently cretinous journalism of Keating's stripe the Evening Herald and its owner Independent Newspapers have run up debts of one and a half billion dollars over the past twenty years. The profits they have declared during that period appear to have been accountancy tricks. Like our banks, it is doubtful they ever made a genuine profit. Which just goes to show, even lying has its price. Particularly for the rest of us, if we are now going to be called in to bail out the liars' gambling debts with limitless doses of our own money.) It was amazing to me as a young teenager that Justin Keating could with gay abandon praise a country like Algeria simply because it had repudiated French colonialism. That he could go there and choose not to see the murders and oppression which I could see plain as day from a thousand miles away. I wonder what the Algerians themselves think of the shit they live in. I bet a goodly number would jump at the chance to go back to French administration. Like the Sudanese would prefer British rule to the past fifty years of Islamist crudd if anyone ever asked them. Anyway, Justin Keating went to Algeria in the 1980's and saw absolutely nothing wrong. To find a parallel to this sort of wilful ignorance, we must think of the great litterateur and communist sympathiser George Bernard Shaw going to Soviet Russia in the 1920's at a time when Stalin was starving out the general populace and killing em in their millions. We must recall that George Bernard Shaw concluded of Communist Russia that it was a modern progressive civilised society, feeding its citizens and giving them the best life they had ever known. Still, when it comes to lying hypocritical malign cretinism, at least George Bernard Shaw occasionally issued forth with a good one liner. No one ever accused Justin Keating of having a sense of humour. Justin Keating's lifelong unwillingness to register any failure on the part of communism or socialism, and his attendant detestation of the Catholic church, meant he remained a constant feature in the Evening Herald for some years. His only other achievement in life was to be the grandfather of Danielle Quinlan, (showjumper and putative television chef), the most beautiful girl whose signals I ever wilfully misinterpreted.
Michael Dwyer: Irish Times film critic for two decades. Erudite and immersed in his subject. A generally well liked fellow.
Justin Keating: Former minister in a 1970's Irish government. Came from a family which featured prominent communist sympathisers. Prominent in the Irish sense. That is to say, no one knew or knows who the hell they were or are while they usurped and continue to usurp positions of exponential influence behind the ever more debased trappings of our democracy. Justin Keating possessed a significant wodge of cash from somewhere. Entered my life in the 1980's when he wrote an article in the Evening Herald praising the government of Algeria no less. I never quite forgave him for it. Even as a teenager, I was aware that Algeria was a murderous mix of communist government and Islamist revolutionary terror opposition. I was sure that the revolutionary communist violence as a means to an end bullshit must be failing there the same way it was failing everywhere else. And yet Justin Keating's arrant falsehoods in the Evening Herald prevailed, and my own views remained largely unexpressed. (In propagating incompetently cretinous journalism of Keating's stripe the Evening Herald and its owner Independent Newspapers have run up debts of one and a half billion dollars over the past twenty years. The profits they have declared during that period appear to have been accountancy tricks. Like our banks, it is doubtful they ever made a genuine profit. Which just goes to show, even lying has its price. Particularly for the rest of us, if we are now going to be called in to bail out the liars' gambling debts with limitless doses of our own money.) It was amazing to me as a young teenager that Justin Keating could with gay abandon praise a country like Algeria simply because it had repudiated French colonialism. That he could go there and choose not to see the murders and oppression which I could see plain as day from a thousand miles away. I wonder what the Algerians themselves think of the shit they live in. I bet a goodly number would jump at the chance to go back to French administration. Like the Sudanese would prefer British rule to the past fifty years of Islamist crudd if anyone ever asked them. Anyway, Justin Keating went to Algeria in the 1980's and saw absolutely nothing wrong. To find a parallel to this sort of wilful ignorance, we must think of the great litterateur and communist sympathiser George Bernard Shaw going to Soviet Russia in the 1920's at a time when Stalin was starving out the general populace and killing em in their millions. We must recall that George Bernard Shaw concluded of Communist Russia that it was a modern progressive civilised society, feeding its citizens and giving them the best life they had ever known. Still, when it comes to lying hypocritical malign cretinism, at least George Bernard Shaw occasionally issued forth with a good one liner. No one ever accused Justin Keating of having a sense of humour. Justin Keating's lifelong unwillingness to register any failure on the part of communism or socialism, and his attendant detestation of the Catholic church, meant he remained a constant feature in the Evening Herald for some years. His only other achievement in life was to be the grandfather of Danielle Quinlan, (showjumper and putative television chef), the most beautiful girl whose signals I ever wilfully misinterpreted.
Michael Dwyer: Irish Times film critic for two decades. Erudite and immersed in his subject. A generally well liked fellow.
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