the world is not enough

Chatting with Padre Baines ar cursai cogaidh is con (about this and that).
I'm waxing poetical in re the apocalypse.
"Could this virus be a sign of the end?" I wonder rhetorically. "What happens if the currencies lose functionality? Could the Jihad and Putin and abortion culture in the West be indicators that evil is out of control and that the Deity is about to step in? Do people give evil power when they turn their back on God?"
The Padre looks a bit jaded.
My light hearted supernatural speculations seem to weary him a tad.
"Who do you think will win the American election in November?" he ventures by way of distracting me from my end of days maunderings.
"Well I don't think Donald Trump will win," sez me.
"Care to make it interesting?" quoth the Padre.

A curious quasi mystical gleam enters my piercing blue eyes.
"I would Padre, I would care to make it interesting," sez me.
Not just my eyes but my ears and indeed general demeanour have pricked up like those of my Jack Russell Pancho when someone says Biscuits.
"I'm an addicted gambler," I explain haltingly.
"What does that mean exactly?" says the priest in a brusque tone.
"It means I like gambling but I'm really bad at it." says me soul baringly.
"So what's it to be, ten Euro, twenty?" asks the holy man.
"Oh come on, give me an amount I'll notice," sez me.
"Fifty Euro?" pronounces he.
"Why do you hate me, what did I do on you, why are you trying to bore me to death?" sez I.
"Well what amount have you in mind," enquires the Padre.
"Make it the even hundred and we have a bet," sez I.
"A hundred it is," says the Padre.
"You're backing Mr Trump and I'm saying he won't win," clarifieth I.
"Amen," prounces the Padre.
"If we made it the thousand it would be more fun as an anecdote," proposes I addictive gamblingly.
"A hundred is enough," says the Padre with an air of finality.
"Okay," says me.
I could almost small that thousand quid.

from the heelers emails

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To James ReidelDate: Tue, Jul 14, 2020 at 10:07 PM
Subject: your translation of The Forty Days Of Musa Dagh.
To: <jreidel@cinci.rr.com>

Yowsa Mr R.

Just finished Musa Dagh.

Some of the language, "Hey" as a greeting and the repeated taking of the Lord's name, seemed a bit Jeffrey Archerish.

The main question that arose for me was exactly how much of the stuff was Werfel and how much was you.

The coy attempt in the footnotes to coopt Werfel's text to Theosophy didn't look good.

In my analysis Theosophy, so called, is a cover for devil worship.
You will be aware of this perspective on Theosophy from other analysts.

In the small print on the copyright flyleaf of the Forty Days book the publisher states that this is an amended and expanded translation .

What does expanded mean?
Does it mean paraphrasing?
Or did you put in stuff that the author had deliberately excluded in the version to which he chose to put his name?

You surely didn't just make up your own stuff, insert it in a classic, and attribute it to Werfel did you?

That would be diabolical indeed.

James Healy

Editor The Heelers Diaries

believe it pant pant pant or not

There have been several news reports of late about American sports franchises (ie teams) considering name changes on foot of suggestions that their brands or mascots or insignia convey racist attitudes.
Management at the Washington Redskins football team announced this week that the team name will be changed immediately. The new name has not yet been announced so the change won't be all that immediate. The only thing that's clear is that the team is no longer to be called the Washington Redskins.
They should call themselves Those Guys Over There or The Washington Honkies or The Team Formerly Known As The Washington Redskins.
That would be fun.
And somewhere the ghost of the musician formerly known as Prince is smiling.
While references in team names to native Americans are the primary pretext given by those seeking to force name changes, less media attention has been given to calls for name changes among American Indian tribes themselves, some of whom have been long dissatisfied with the origins and or implications of their own cultural monikers.
The Commanche tribe have thus decided to change their name to the Houston Oilers.
"There is no intention to offend anyone in our name change," commented tribal Chief Runs With Premise. "We have no hostility towards Houston or oilmen in general or even towards the original Houston Oilers football team. We just like the name. It has a certain panache. It's a part of history. Our tribe likes to project a cosmopolitan image and this name plays into that. We're not trying to hurt anyone. Let me this way put it. If we were trying to hurt you, you'd know all about it."
The Cherokee tribe have also decided on a name change and will now be called the San Francisco 49ers.
The legendarily ferocious Apaches (and also the nice ones) will henceforth refer to themselves as Wallstreet Business Executives.
The Navajo are renaming themselves Wal Mart.

Believe it, pant, pant, pant... or not.

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Footnote: Chief Runs With Premise appears in this weeks's episode without the permission of Southpark studios.