The Heelers Diaries

the fantasy world of ireland's greatest living poet

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Thursday, December 23, 2021

a yuletide open letter to father frank pavone of the priests for life organisation


Father Pavone.

You supported Republican Donald Trump as President because he posed pro life.

Now we are being forced by his successor in office Democratic President Joe Biden and by various leaders in other countries, and by various so called public health organisations, to ingest untested vaccines incepted by pharmaceutical companies during Mr Trump's Presidency (and with Mr Trump's sponsorship through his provision of favourable legal frameworks banning law suits for harm done by the vaccines) the same vaccines for which Mr Trump continues to claim credit, which are made out of unborn babies murdered by abortion.

Problem?

James Healy

heelers xmas boogie

 

"Will you come to us for Christmas dinner?" said a passing Aunt.

"I'd prefer if you'd just shoot me," I replied gratefully.

Flicking through the channels on the sexevision, I came across Prime Minister of Israel Naftali Bennett making a speech.

He was saying:

"Anyone who is unvaccinated is like a terrorist going into the streets shooting passersby with a machine gun."

I lower my handsome head into my gnarled hands.

I'm thinking: This is a very bad moment for Israel to be led by an idiot.

I change the channel.

Ex Prime Minister of Britain Tony Blair is making a speech.

"The unvaccinated are idiots," he proclaims.

Ho hum.

Everybody thinks everybody else is an idiot.

Head in the hands again.

Say it ain't so Tony, say it ain't so.

I still say Mr Blair did a good job in standing firm with the Americans against the Jihadis during President Bush's decisive interventions in Afghanistan and Iraq.

But if I'm an unvaccinated idiot, what is my testimony worth?

Time for a trip to the lake with Jess the sheepdog and Pancho the Jack Russell. This will brighten my day.

We go.

The dogs adopt waiting positions at the far side of the picnic table as I install myself.

The swans arrive flanked by a hundred ducks.

There is a merry cacophany.

I'm thinking how good the dogs are with swans.

Presently I realise that whenever X or Ceecee Swan or one of the big Baybays, drop a piece of bread, Jess is in the habit of darting under the table, snaffling the bread from under the swan's beak, and returning to her patient waiting posture before I notice.

She is a dog of character.

I never expected Pancho to turn into the good one.

Evening to a church in Naas.

At the end of the celebration of the ancient sacrifice a woman without a facemask approaches.

"You're very brave to sit at the front without a mask," she says.

I nod.

"You're brave too. I'd feel very lonely if you weren't here. Not wearing a mask is letting people know that not everyone is cowed, and that they don't have to keep jumping through hoops for the government or giving in to social intimidation," I explain. "And of course the masks don't work. That's the main point. A lot of people are watching government sponsored ads masquerading as news on RTE and the rest of Ireland's bankrupt media groups and getting permanently spooked."

"A lot of people are going along with it," says she.

"Fear is a great method of control," I say. "They're trying to turn ordinary people into enforcers for the government."

"Why are so many Christians being convinced?" sez she.

"People are very suggestible and the poor ould priests are bet because the leadership is compromised under Jorge the Apostate," I tell her.

'Bet' is an Irish collquialism for 'beaten.'

Jorge the Apostate is the present occupant of the seat of Saint Peter.

And I mean occupant.

The church woman says: "The other day one of the priests came out to tell me to put on a mask."

"What did you do?" sez me.

"I showed him my laminated thing. It says: I am unable to wear a facemask for health reasons. It is illegal to question me further."

"Good on you," sez me.

Back home I found a Lifesite News internet report about a nurse in the US called Colleen Martin.

The footage of Colleen Martin was from 6th December 2021 and in it Colleen Martin was testifying to something styled the Louisiana Health And Welfare Hearing.

She told the hearing that according to official statistics 18,000 people in the USA had already died from the vaccines for Covid 19 and another million had been disabled by them.

She said that the Vaccine Adverse Event Reporting System (Vaers) was not even being used by most clinicians (ie they weren't registering deaths and illnesses as having been caused by the vaccines) and she also noted that the formal estimate is that Vaers notifications are made only between one and ten percent of the time when there is harm to a patient arising from vaccines. Meaning above ninety percent of harm incidents arising from vaccines are never reported as arising from the vaccines, including deaths.

Bloody hell bold readers.

"I am extremely concerned about mandating this vaccine for our children," Nurse Colleen Martin told the hearing. "The reactions we are seeing in the hospital are terrifying and they are being ignored. Just some examples of post vaccine reaction are blood clots, heart atttacks, strokes, encephalopathy, heart arrhythmia..."

Is she an idot too per Mr Blair? Or perhaps she's just another maniac with a machine gun itching to kill some innocents in the street per Mr Bennett?

The enigmas endure.

I take out a notebook and begin to scribble.

"In Xanadu did Anthony Fauci

A stately vaccine mandate decree

Where Albert Bourla the sacred CEO of Pfizer ran

Governments measureless to man

While engaging in occasional bouts of careless public slap and tickle with so called President of the European Commission Ursula Von Leyden

Down to a sunless sea."

The poem needs work but I think it has something.

Tuesday, December 21, 2021

strange visitors

 

come with me

to the darkest most beautiful night

that the world has ever seen

and ever might

we can sit on the straw

we'll get warm from it

and watch the stillness draw

a cloak of peace

through a time of war

lambs are calling in the fields

that this night is forever

and forever yields

to this night

we are there

hid in the warmth

from things that are old

and things that are rare

look look my friend

gold

frankincense

and myrrh