bleak heart

 

a boy stands in a field above the town

he does not know what the years will bring

dark night touches him and the rain

his spirit leaps in his imagining

a man writes at table in the dark

he wonders of all things what we are

spirits creatures matter worse

pitched forth comets about a dying star

tell me if all time is one time

and what is was and will be

was the boy already corrupt as he looked upon the town

am i already dead as i write

the unbearable triteness of memes

 

Footage of Australian police officers beating the bejabers out of street protestors.

The protestors are registering their objection to government imposed limitations on freedom of movement being endlessly justified and extended through an artificially induced Flu virus panic. (Both the virus and the panic have been artificially induced.)

The police are registering their objection to protestors.

An elderly Dublin woman chats to me at an outdoor cafe.

She has a great Dublin accent.

She says: "Dere's no way dose protestors were rioting. Dey were entitled to be dere. Why are deh media callin dem rioters? Did you see what deh police were doing to dem?"

I agreed with her assessment right down to the pronunciation of dis, dat, deese, and does.

Meanwhile groups of employees at America's Disney Corporation have announced that they will not accept the company's attempts to force them to ingest the Flu virus vaccines. The vaccines have been made out of parts of unborn babies murdered by abortion which should be enough reason for us all to refuse to ingest them.

"We are not slaves," said a spokesperson for the Walt Disney employees.

Well, we'll find that out shortly.

Over at Steyn On Line, commentator Mark Steyn busily reinventing himself as someone who supports Donald Trump, is trying to put distance between himself and his pro George Bush past.

He tells his readers that Mr Bush once demanded that Queen Elizabeth replace all the windows on Buckingham Palace prior to his visit.

He says that Queen Elizabeth told Mr Bush to "Bugger off."

Steyn concludes his article by reiterating the phrase himself: "Bugger off Bush."

But it should be noted Mr Steyn spent the first fifteen years of the war on terror from 2001 to 2015, cheerleading for Mr Bush's decisive actions in taking down the Taliban in Afghanistan and ending Saddam Hussein's murderocracy in Iraq. (Rightly in my view. That is to say I believe Mr Bush was correct in his actions and that Mark Steyn was largely correct in his 15 year cheerleading support for those actions.)

What changed was Donald Trump coming along in 2015 with a frivolous wishful thinking candidacy based on cheap shots at Mr Bush which Mr Steyn went all in on.

Steyn was much taken with soon to be President Trump's pink elephants delusional advocacy of ending expensive foreign wars overseas by which he meant pulling out completely from Bush era commitments to Afghanistan and Iraq and leaving those countries to take their chances with whichever Jihadist organisation wished to snaffle them up after the complete American abandonment of them, ie to Al Qaeda and the Taliban in Afghanistan and to Iran in Iraq.

As for Mr Steyn's latest hagiography vis a vis aff Queen.

It never happened.

Oh perhaps President Bush's security detail contacted the security detail at Buck House and asked were the windows bomb proof.

That could have happened.

And perhaps the Buck House security detail said: "The windows are fine."

The other stuff is twaddle.

Aff Queen never said: "Bugger off Bush," nor did she discuss the matter with him.

Pure fooboonery.

And Steyn can do better.

Ho hum.

Back in Erin's emerald ludocracy, I am still much troubled by Gemma O'Doherty's latest article in her new newspaper The Irish Light about climate change.

Ms O'Doherty rose high in Irish journalism.

She was at the top of the profession in Ireland from the point of view of excelling in a national newspaper group.

I never liked her because I considered her complicit with Independent Newspapers slander war against the Catholic Church.

But I respected her abilities and accomplishments. Her journalism on occasion was about as good as you could get.

She more or less singlehandedly exposed the cover up by elements of the political and Judicial class in Ireland of the 1985 murder of a priest called Father Niall Molloy by a character styled Richard Flynn, and the subsequent illegal abandonment of courtroom proceedings against Flynn at the behest of the presiding Judge in the case, who was no less a personage than Flynn's close personal friend Judge Frank Roe.

She led from the front.

They eventually fired her at the Irish Independent for doorstepping (not doorstopping as I normally call it) the notoriously corrupt Chief Of Police Martin Callanan. (Now the notoriously corrupt ex Chief Of Police.)

Gemma O'Doherty showing extraordinary personal courage, went to his home to demand answers about his Mafioso lifestyle and behaviour.

For that they fired her.

Her new newspaper has (rightly in my view, cf Mark Steyn's previous honorable views on the Bushwhacker) adopted an adversarial stance towards established media groups in Ireland, particularly RTE, the Irish Times and Independent Newspapers, with regard to their advocacy of government policy on the Flu virus panic, and ongoing surreptitious government attempts to force Irish people to ingest the abortion tainted Flu virus vaccines.

My approval of some of her ideas and endorsement of her undoubted courage notwithstanding, I cannot have anything to do with her.

This is because of what I consider to be anti Jewish material on her personal website. And also an internet documentary she produced  a few years ago which in my view wrongly accused a man of committing a child murder. (At the time I wrote to her saying: "Tell me you have something more. Tell me you didn't ruin that man on a whim.")

Given these reservations about her undoubted talent, my acquaintanceship with her latest article in The Irish Light occurred  only because of a moment of weakness in really wanting to read some substantial critiques of Irish government virus Fooboonery (cf Mark Steyn again and his circumstantially malleable views on Prez Bush) and briefly disregarding what I sadly and reluctantly consider her thouroughly discredited status due to the anti Jewish Fooboon on her website.

For the record the sensation scene in Gemma O'Doherty's latest arteekle which has haunted me for the past week for all the wrong reasons goes:

"In order to make the public conform to climate lockdowns, staged scare drills may be used in the form of freak weather events to cement the lie and create mass obedience. The globalists have had the ability to manipulate the weather for decades but only in recent years have they been brazen enough to roll it out in Western Europe. The permacloud that covers the skies over Ireland several days a week is patently unnatural and the result of daily spraying from aircraft of cloud seeding chemicals that clog up the atmosphere and end up in your food, water and lungs."

I ask you gentle travellers of the internet.

What on earth has happened to Gemma O'Doherty?

This is the woman who was wont to defy thug cops, corrupt Judges and the upper echelons of Irelands malevolent puppet master political pseudo elites.

What in tarnation happened to her?

Oh what a fall there has been.

Bear in mind, that I consider the governments advocacy of the reality of man made climate change to be tax and power justifying nonsense.

But in my assessment Gemma O'Doherty is answering government nonsense with even greater nonsense.

And I can't for the life of me figure out why she's doing it.

Later today I wandered into the Adoration Chapel.

There were four people there.

A young man, a pretty Arab woman, two Little Old Ladies.

The man, me and one of the LOLs weren't wearing face masks.

This is the first time I've seen a numerical majority of sane people defying the mask mandate nonsense in the Adoration Chapel.

Hang in there brothers and sisters.

We're winning.

Oh, one more thing.

Before I go I must make a confession.

I don't know what a meme is.

will ye come will ye will ye will ye come to ye wot guv

 

The classroom is a bit stuffy and somewhat musty but rose tinted in my memory by the early Summer sun of 1977.

Mr Lox is telling the children: "We're going to learn Will You Come To The Bower."

Will You Come To The Bower is one of the catchier comawlyas in the Irish canon.

It's a supposedly traditional song going back into the dim distant past of Irish culture, with some scholars saying Thomas Moore wrote a version of it in the 1700s and others, namely the copywriters for the Dubliners Folk Group claiming the Dubliners wrote it in the 1960s.

Mr Lox sings for the children by way of demonstration:

"Will ye come to the Bower

O'er the free boundless ocean

Where the stupendous waves

Roll in thundering motion.

Where mermaids are seen,

And the wild tempest gathers,

To Erin the green

The dear land of our fathers.

Will ye come , will ye, will ye,

Will ye come to the Bower?

You can ride upon the waves

Of the broad majestic Shannon

Or sail around Lough Neagh

And see storied Dungannon.

Will ye come, will ye, will ye,

Will ye come to the Bower?

You can visit Benburb

And the storied Blackwater

Where Owen Roe met Munroe

And his Chieftains did slaughter.

Where the lambs skip and play

On the mossy hills all over,

Where Brian Boru chased the Dane

And Saint Patrick the vermin.

Will ye come will ye will ye

Will ye come to the Bower?

Will ye come and awake

Our dear land from its slumber?

Her fetters we will break

That long have encumbered.

And the air will resound

With hosannahs to greet you.

On the shore will be found

Gallant Irishmen to meet you.

Will ye come, will ye, will ye,

Will ye come to the Bower?"

Mr Lox rendition of this song did not go over well. There was a weary resignation to his audience which did not betoken pleasure.

Sensing we weren't really with him, he ceased singing.

"Well what song do you want to learn?" wonders Mr Lox, mildly offended at our lack of appreciation though not surprised for he knew us to be hopeless decultured West Britain philistines.

One of the kids says: "Teach us an Abba song."

The teacher boggled a bit.

West Brits was one thing.

But Swedes!

Abba were the biggest group in the world in the Summer of 1977 in terms of audience numbers and record sales.

Mr Lox smiles knowingly: "I'm telling you fifty years from now people will still be singing Will You Come To The Bower when the great Abba are long forgotten."

Forty four years later and counting.

I can't help thinking it would be a tremendous piece of synchronicity if the newly reformed Abba did a cover version of Will You Come To The Bower just ahead of the fiftieth anniversary of Mr Lox's fateful prediction of their imminent demise.

I wanna hear Agnetha say "Lough Neagh."

Dungannon too for that matter

You've got to hand it to Mr Lox. He was a paradoxically prescient fellow.

Of all the pop groups he could have plucked from the background noise of the charts and our lives to predict quick obscurity for in 1977, he honed in on probably the only one that actually would endure.