The Heelers Diaries

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Saturday, January 04, 2020

new year bawls

TIS THE SEASON TO BE SILLY - Hot on the heels of former Irish President Mary McAleese's attempted slander of the ancient church priesthood, in which she sneered that priests who don't agree with her in their analyses regarding sexual morality are all homosexuals, a like minded liberal left wing priest (like minded unto Mary McAleese that is) who writes for the bigoted anti Catholic, atheistic, abortionist, euthanasist Independent Newspapers media group styling himself Father Brian Darcy has launched a mop up operation aimed at demeaning anyone else of principle, restraint and discernment within our culture whom Mary McAleese might have missed in her pre Christmas drive by on Holy Orders. In a special New Year's message advocating marriage for priests the insufferable Darcy announced: "No one wants to be an old bachelor clattering around the house." Ah gentle readers. In the same interview he was also asserting that his friend Sean Quinn whom I regularly and quite gaily describe as an IRA capo, was innocent in the matter of his henchmen ripping out businessman Kevin Lunney's fingernails. So yes, there is a certain rum quality to the fact that the bit of Darcy's interview that got my attention was not Darcy's IRA propaganda on behalf of murderous torturer (and IRA capo) Sean Quinn, but Darcy's infantile critique of those of us with a vocation to the single life. Some issues are just too serious too ignore. His view of single people is of course as joyless, hopeless, atheistic and misguided as his and McAleese's view of priests. Darcy and McAleese should marry each other. I'm not saying it would make either of them happy but it might shut them up for a while.

A SHOWER OF KUNSTS -- "My favourite place in Vienna is the Kunsthistorisches Museum," said Frau Gruber. I was not inclined to believe there really was such a place. "You're having a larf," I accused. She assured me it was a real museum. The mind boggles. I expect it has exhibits relating to Hillary Clinton, Mary McAleese, Gloria Allred, Father Brian Darcy, IRA capo Sean Quinn and such types. What a perfect name for a museum dedicated to them. Not for the first time I was struck by the queer synchronicities that gird the mystic underbelly of human experience.

WHO'S YOUR BAGHDADI -- The American assassination of an Iranian army General has provoked CNN, the BBC, the Irish State monopoly broadcaster RT*******E, and sundry other bankrupt trading on rep anti Western media groups to predict the imminent conquest of the planet earth by the Islamic Republic of Iran. There is absolutely no truth in the rumour that President Trump having sent General Qassim Sulemani home to Allah, danced around the Oval Office in Washington DC shouting: "Who's your Baghdadi!" Actually he was in Florida at the time.

XMAS MOVIES -- The usual fare of porn and gangster violence from Ireland's viewerless monopoly broadcasters was lightened somewhat by a showing, amid the dross, of the moderately entertaining Police Academy. I find this hit and miss movie strangely nostalgic. It's louche enough but there's a cheery innocence to it too and a very likeable cast. Not many people know this but my cousin John Berney had his first movie role in it. Only a small part. He plays the guy who exclaims "Free TVs" when a fleeing looter hands him a television set during a riot. Isn't it strange how life immitates art. Another goodish movie was the remake of The Man In The Iron Mask this time set in contemporary Ireland. Michael York played me as a rather jaded High King. The sensation scene came when a courtier announced: "Sire all the employees of RTE, Independent Newspapers and the Irish Times are in your dungeon." And the king says: "Excellent." And the courtier says: "We have fastened iron masks over their faces." And the king says: "Ah, you fear that if the Irish people knew who they were, they might rise up against me." And the courtier says: "Not at all. We just don't like looking at them. But sire we can simply execute them if that is your command." And the king says: "Uneasy sits the head that wears the crown. But no. While I tried to save Ireland, was it not they who tried to destroy it? Did we not during the struggle in some way become twins? If they die, does not Heelers die? Let them live. Let them live out their natural lives. Keep them in a dungeon by all means, preferably sharing cells with serial killer Larry Murphy, IRA capo Sean Quinn and his family of fingernail pullers, and Al Qaeda's Ireland operations chief Ibrahim Buwisir so that the heroes of RT*******E, Independent Newspapers and the Irish Times get a chance to know what their liberalism and collapse of immigration law inflicted on the people of Ireland. And on the day that their natural life comes to an end, send to me a message that states only: The skangs in the iron mask are dead. I'll know what it means."

THE EFFECTS OF CLIMATE CHANGE ON MAN IN THE MOON MARIGOLDS I MEAN LEFT WING CONFORMIST JOURNALISTS -- The reportage of Australian forest fires continues to reach new heights of what we might call propagandistic delusionalism. Po faced broadcasters insist that the fires weren't caused by the arsonists who lit them but by climate change. No mentions of Al Qaeda. No mentions of arson which has been endemic in Australia since the year 2000. No mentions of Jihadi websites giving lessons on how to start forest fires. A few weeks ago, writing here, I did manage to shame the Irish Independent into belatedly reporting the arrest of a fire fighter who had himself started at least seven of the Australian fires. That's seven fires the fire fighter was caught starting. He will have started far more. And probably even more again since then because incredibly the Ozzies released him on bail. Following my name and shame campaign, the Irish Independent tried to exonerate themselves further by publishing a single sentence referring to a total of 98 arrests in Australia on charges of causing the fires. Of course they hid this single salient piece of data three quarters of the way through a near full page article claiming the fires were caused by climate change. I kid you not. For the most part Irish and international media groups are still pretending the fires have been caused by climate change and aren't mentioning the arrests of 98 arsonists from Al Qaeda and other groupings at all. At one stage even I doubted the 98 arrests figure because I couldn't find mentions of it anywhere else. What the hell is going on? Well, internet searches reveal very little on the arrests probably because internet service providers are themselves invested in promoting the notion that climate change is real. Australian police seem to be playing the same game. Meanwhile there have been no follow up reports in broadcast or print media regarding charges, court appearances, or the names and personal histories of those 98 arsonists who are responsible for all the current forest fires in Australia. On a lighter note, Sky News did announce that my old pal Lisa Holland, (I rather harshly critiqued her interview with the late Muammur Qadaffi's son some years ago) is now their Climate Change Correspondent. We're all doomed.

SLAP MY POPE UP -- During the holiday season there were gushing news reports and some hilarious footage from Rome of Pope Francis (Jorge Bergoglio) bitch slapping a woman pilgrim at a public ceremony. Ah, he didn't really. The woman grabbed him and pulled him towards her and he firmly tapped her hand and pulled decisively away. I don't know if she was a genuine pilgrim. Neither does CNN or The Guardian newspaper for that matter. Do you?  I had some sympathy with Bergoglio on this as people who wish to harm a celebrity will sometimes use the method of approach the woman adopted. She definitely gave him a fright. On the other hand I laughed and I laughed and I laughed when I saw the footage. I was thinking of Bergoglio (whom I don't accept is Pope) making a statement in 2015 after Muslims murdered 12 people at a French magazine publisher's office. He said at the time, apparently intending to advocate sensitivity to Muslims: "If my good friend Doctor Gaspari says a curse word against my mother, he can expect a punch." Now at least we know he wasn't speaking symbolically. Watch your back Doctor Gaspari. Whoever the hell you are.

Tuesday, December 31, 2019

apologia pro meadow mea

a lawn a summer unmown
glimmers of gift
rampant ragwort grasses
thistle strewn
valorous rose bushes
peeping through
golden gilt
dandy lions daisies butter cups
magpie havens
blackbird haunts
trees cluster
hedgerows weave
utter clutter
the garden my neighbours think a mess
god's first draft of genesis
was like this

Sunday, December 29, 2019

towards a modest critique of noam chomsky's attempts at mathematical delineations of language

Chomsky finds in his ascribed patterns of grammer the mathematical determinants he himself has already hidden there.
The word orders to which he assigns inherency are the work of sentiment and in every case vary.
There is no agreed absolute definitional grammer for any language which an investigator might treat as a mathematically quantifiable benchmark.
Nor vocabulary.
Nor spelling.
Nor pronunciation.
All usages and forms within any language may alter beyond any preconceivable mathematical boundaries.
Americans will often say "a couple words," whereas the Irish usually say "a couple of words."
The Spanish lisp their C's and Z's because King Philip the Fifth lisped and his courtiers immitated him out of politeness.
They were probably better off lisping the phrase "el armada invincibile," because whatever invincible meant in Spanish, it didn't mean what the Spanish thought it meant.
South American Spanish speakers still pronounce their C's and Z's properly.
The difference between badly spoken French argot and the most revered and rarified Academie Francaise French is merely a difference in the perceived prestige of the speakers.
Neither form is inherently meritorious or truly unalterably grammatical.
The English seem to have gone collectively nuts and are pronouncing "6th" as sikth, while sane people in the rest of the world still say it lispily as the lovely mellifluous sibilant siksth.
Nothing mathematical has ordered the flavour and consistencies of my own linguistic choices even in regards to the way I choose to spell grammer.
Language is my soul singing.
Every language on earth bears traces of every other language, indicating the existence at some primordial point of a single world language.
Language is first and foremost sentimental, spiritual, magisterial, and not mathematical.
Maths is merely a very limited occasionally efficient way of looking at it.
Grammer may be looked at mathematically but not defined mathematically.
Word order like every other aspect of language is decided in any general sense by acclaim and may change.
Chomsky Noam a galoot Marxian is.
Mathematics is a metaphor contrived by the human mind.
Mathematics is a mental perspective on reality.
It is the foundation of nothing.
It created nothing.
It has no manifestation outside a human mind.
As a meditative tool it offers a methodology for limited descriptions not an account of origins or anything beyond notional parametres.
The concept of 1 + 1 = 2, cannot exist unless someone formulates and considers it.
Without a man who has become speculatively literate and numerate through the reading of the Bible and the inherited practice of religion, mathematics does not exist.
Nor do cities.
Nor do societies.
Nor do cultures.