from the heelers emails

(TILTING AT PROVISIONALS)

On Wed, Oct 6, 2021 at 12:05 AM James Healy wrote to Maolsheachlann O'Ceallaigh

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Yowsa and c Maolers.

What I've said about Gemma Doherty's Irish Light newspaper goes double for the new Gript.ie internet site which is selling itself as pro Catholic.

It's a Rah front if its IRA centric "On This Day In History," feature is anything to go by. 

Caveat Emptor.

James Healy

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From: Maolsheachlann OCeallaigh
Date: Thu, Oct 7, 2021 at 9:31 AM
Subject: Re: contours of discoure
To: James Healy

Hi James

No, I disagree! Gript is a good site. I think Matt Treacy used to be a republican, and presumably still is, but I don't think he has any love for Sinn Féin.

I'm not a republican myself but my father and grandfather were. All it means is res publica, for the good of the people.

Gript do excellent reporting. But if you are just issuing a health warning, fair enough!

Turris Fortis Mihi Deus.

reasons to reject the covid 19 flu virus pseudo vaccines

 

1. The vaccines are made out of unborn babies murdered by abortion.

2. The vaccines are untested.

3. The vaccines don't work.

beyond the lake at the northern end of a quiet valley on the planet of the jackanapes

 

Sitting in a park brooding.

A perfectly healthy 37 year old woman called Jessica Wilson in the US who against her will took the Johnson And Johnson vaccine, made out of cells from unborn babies murdered by abortion and like the other vaccines not really a vaccine at all, and has died of blood clots induced by the vaccine.

She had zero risk of dying from the Covid 19 flu virus she was forced to vaccinate against.

She died in September.

Her family have attempted to publicise the fact that the vaccines killed her.

Internet service providers have been censoring them, nost notably the corporation styling itself Twitter.

The ghost of John Donne appears and sits beside me, neatly dodging past a swan who tries gamely to peck his breeches for old time's sake.

"No man is an island entire of itself," sez John Donne. "Every man's death diminishes me. Therefore do not send to know for whom the bell tolls when yet another person is poisoned by the vaccines. It tolls for thee."

"I know John, I know," I tell him.

soylent green is goobers

 

A well dressed woman of mature years queueing at the counter is negotiating a tricky border crossing into the interior of the cafe.

Naturally, given we're living in a Nazi State, the counter server asks for her passport if she wishes to sit in the cafe.

That's the way things are now.

"Do you have your vaccine passport?"

"Oh. I left my phone at home. But I've had the vaccine. Perhaps you could allow me to sit inside anyway. We won't be staying long, myself and my husband."

The noble Heelers is queueing behind her.

I eat at this cafe sometimes because there are outdoor tables for whose usage no passport is demanded.

I also occasionally enjoy sauntering into the cafe's interior and sitting down until the staff remove me for failure to show a passport,

We owe it to ourselves to live a little.

The counter server summons the manager.

The manager says to the lady : "I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do. You can eat outside if you like."

I intervene.

I say: "Arrah let her eat in the cafe."

The manager is adamant. (The real Adam Ant had a few catchy hits in the 1980s. He would have let her in.)

The lady says she will take her food to go, meaning she'll take it away with her.

I whisper to her: "Join the revolution."

She draws back in distaste.

"Oh I believe in vaccines," she tells me primly.

"Then I can't help you," I say.

amidst unprecedented seismic tremors la palma volcano explodes again into mile high sheet of flame sending boulders of molten lava into the sky in all directions and causing an underwater tsunami to engulf america and western europe as simultaneously feldwebels leap from the crater firing their lugers at passers by

... being a short monograph on the meaning of the term CLICK BAIT.

the waiting

 

grey light upon sleeping fields

the stillness i have come to love

time and tide cease surcease

peace sits like a glove

shadow sifts like memory

the dog stirs at his chain

and whines and lifts his eyes

for the walk he knows we'll take

though storm clouds steal the skies

and grey light curtains into rain

so waits the world tonight

in darkness and in pain

the world waits for christ