the scarlet heelernel

 

The July sun has burnished me.

I am red as a beet root.

Ah yes.

Now is the bald patch of my discontent, made wondrous red by this sun of Summer.

This afternoon I wandered into Kilcullen church.

I sat there surrounded by the centuries. 

The church was quiet.

I was thinking: If people knew what was here, we'd be discussing how in tarnation we're going to fit ten thousand people in the church today.

Think of all the cures we'd have if people would only come to God's house and ask.

Depression, loneliness, fear, despair... GONE.

As I was leaving I spied a large poster tacked to a pillar.

The poster read: "STAY SAFE... DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING."

Even here the Corona virus gauleiters have left their spoor.

I cross out the Stay Safe Don't Touch Anything edict.

I write in: "Stop panicking you twits. It's the flu. And the vaccines are made out of unborn babies murdered by abortion."

Later today I purchase a tea at the Insomnia Cafe in Naas.

The Polish manageress (the civil one and there aren't too many of those on the Insomnia staff) tells me: "We may be expected to ask customers if they've had a vaccine. The vaccine is not supposed to be compulsory. How can they do this?"

I reply: "Our parents had to deal with Nazism and Sovietism. We've got to deal with this. It's evil wearing another ideological disguise."

She says: "It's completely unworkable. I'm not a scientist or a doctor. How can I ask people if they've had a vaccine?"

I say: "And think about it. If you ask me that question, you're going to know that whatever answer I give, there is no way I will have had a vaccine. That's going to present you with a nice little conundrum too. Hey. Why don't we set up a new political party, one that's capable of telling the pharmaceutical companies and the World Health Organisation to **** off."

Leaving her, I drift into Ballycane church where there is perpetual adoration of the real presence.

On one of the windows of the church office, I see a sign which proclaims: "Help UNESCO help the Third World. Buy one vaccine for yourself and another for a poor person who can't afford one."

This is just the sort of Nazism up with which I will not put.

Unfortunately the sign is behind glass and my ball point pen won't write on glass.

The office itself is locked.

I take a sheet of parish Lotto results which has been left in the foyer and write on the back of it:

"You should not be associating yourselves or our church with these vaccines."

I put my name on it and push it under the door of the office.

Later at the lake, a noisy and demonstrative group of baby swans gather round, poking and prodding.

"Sorry lads. I've no bread. Gregory do not bite me. Stop that. No. No. Bad swan. No pecking. There's no pecking in the bawls."

I call him Gregory Peck. I think it's a good name for a swan. For this one anyway.

Wandering up Main Street I meet a doctor.

He's been dosing the proles with Soylent Green.

He knows my views regarding the barbarism of his actions.

"One thing I'll admit," he tells me, "you've got a point about our government. Those guys aren't in charge. This is all coming down from outside the country.We don't even know who's dictating policy."

Evening to the Dominican church in Newbridge.

I don't immediately spot any Corona Virus posters from the Ministry of Truth so for once I actually do a bit of praying.

The ghost of Baroness Orczy appears beside me.

Presently she leans over and whispers:

"They seek him here,

They seek him there,

Those Statist Nazis

Seek him everywhere.

Is he in heaven?

Or is he in Kinneaveys?

That damned elusive

Jamie Healy."

I nod thoughtfully.

"You've got an interesting name Baroness," I tell her.

the truth where lies she

Walking down a street in the town of Naas.

A large poster headlined Veracity Index catches my eye on the door of O'Reilly's pharmacy.

It is a blown up version of an opinion poll by a group styling themselves Ipsos MRBI.

The opinion pollsters claim they asked Irish people who they trusted most.

According to the poster on O'Reilly's door, 96 percent of Irish people trust their local pharmacist.

Ha, ha, ha.

We all trust Fred behind the counter.

But that's not what should have been asked.

I scanned the rest of the report.

I was looking for the number of people whom Ispsos MRBI would dare to claim trusted pharmaceutical companies.

But of course pharmaceutical companies was not an option allowed for respondents to the survey.

So no figure was given for how many people trust pharmaceutical companies.

Just a figure for how many people trust "their local pharmacist."

This is one of the methods Ipsos MRBI routinely uses to falsify their routinely falsified polls.

The other method is that quaint and venerable practice known as outright lying.

I would suggest that the opinion pollster's claim that 57 percent of Irish people trust opinion pollsters is an outright lie.

The notion that 87 percent of us trust the authorities in regard to the Corona Virus is simply egregiously false.

In the era when Chief of Police Martin Callanan has been caught framing a hero cop called Maurice McCabe for child abuse, and Callanan's successor as Chief of Police Noirin O'Sullivan has been caught doing the same thing, and yet more cops have been caught working for drug gangs, and yet more cops have been caught running a money laundering operation for the mafia at the police training Collge in Templemore, and still more cops have been caught concealing Ireland's astronomical murder rate, in this very era, the claim that 83 percent of the Irish people trust the police is pure hokum.

The idea that 79 percent of us trust Judges in the court system is also blatantly untrue.

The claim that 87 percent of us trust scientists is a howl.

The claim that 49 percent of us trust European Union leaders and 46 of us trust trade unionists, is risible fiction.

Although I knew the poll was meaningless, I couldn't help wondering who Ipsos MRBI would put at the bottom of it.

Who would Ipsos MRBI claim are the least trusted people in Ireland?

My eyes went to the bottom of the list.

There I was.

Social Media Influencers according to Ipsos MRBI are trusted by only six percent of the Irish people.

How was that statistic faked?

Well an outright lie to begin with.

But the use of an indefinite term, a term which most people don't precisely understand, is a good way of getting a low rating in trust.

The use of the word "influencer" is a good way of prodding suggestible people (if there were any real people giving answers to the survey) to give a negative rating.

And influencers.

Oh influencers.

That must be bad whatever it is.

Going around the place influencing people.

And most of us don't know what it is.

So we can't very well trust something when we don't know what it is, can we!

For the record, the most widely accepted definition of this essentially non defined term, posits Social Media Influencers as internet commentators who have their own websites or social media pages and who have developed a following often but not explicitly among young people.

Some of this category of influencers find themselves being paid to use products on their websites as a form of advertising.

There are also a lot of supposedly teenage commentators running their own websites, some of which promote negative and or extreme and or criminal behaviours.

None of us trust those.

Among those criteeking Islamic culture, you could call Christian commentators Brother Rachid and Hatun Tash and David Wood social media influencers, as well as ex Muslims now atheists who do the same thing, Ridevan Eydemir, Abdullah Samir and Harris Sultan.

But these are very scholarly sincere courageous people, and are explicitly trusted by millions including many Muslims who wish to honestly consider and answer their arguments in order to more truly espouse their own faith in Islam.

You could call internet corporations like Google or Twitter or Facebook or Youtube or Blogger, social media influencers and I assure you that's what many of the people answering the Ipsos MRBI question thought they were talking about.

And the term social media influencer might equally apply to the dying conformist leftist atheistic abortionist old media groups which have so long trahaised the free world amidst this Corona Virus kabookie. I mean CNN, ABC, NBC, the New York Times, the Washington Compost in the United States of America, and the BBC and the Guardian in Britain, and even here in Ireland, those great commissioners of Ipsos MRBI polls, the most anti Catholic media groups in the West, RTE, the Irish Times and Independent Newsapapers, all of whose ghosts haunt the internet with largely unwatched attempts to socially influence us.

They and Ipsos MRBI, are sinking giggling beneath the waves of their own irrelevancy.

At last.

the crunch question

 

Question: In the 150 years since Charles Darwin announced his theory that life results solely from accidental chemical processes, and after his disciples construed from his teachings that chemical processes themselves indeed result from nothing but accidental physical causalities, and further that physical causalities per se and the physical realm itself have no causation beyond randomness, exactly how many living cells have atheists styling themselves scientists worldwide been able to generate in their laboratories either spontaneously using their sense of humour or deliberately using the entire apparatus of modern scientific technology?

Answer: None.