an open letter to doctor john campbell

Good morrow John.

Just a brief fan note.

I became aware of your broadcasts a few years ago, early on in what I regarded as a fake pandemic.

There was a flu outbreak alright even if it was one featuring a virus concocted in a Chinese Communist Party laboratory with funding from Doctor Anthony Fauci of the American National Institute of Health.

I kid you not.

We have never been able to control a respiratory virus.

This thing was always going to go through the herd.

But it wasn't at any point a pandemic.

It just didn't kill enough to be called a pandemic and such death tolls as we have were crassly and artificially inflated by those compiling the statistics.

My view on this is no longer controversial.

It is, in the truest sense, settled science.

My initial and ongoing assessment of the government and Health Board led response to a fake pandemic, was that the panic inducing hysteria of face masks, lock downs, social distancing and compulsory vaccinations would damage public health and actually spread the virus.

At first I took little notice of your work because I viewed it as accomodating the aforementioned shenanigans of lock downs, face masks, social distancing and the dreadful infringement of bodily autonomy which was compulsory ingestion of untested vaccines made out of aborted babies,

But I've kept an eye on your public statements and I must now profess profound respect for your mature view, that is to say your insight, wisdom and courage in seeking to spread conscience based intellectual awareness of the grotesque wrong turn the medical profession and governments took during what was essentially a staged pandemic in service to a medicalised dictatorship emanating from pharmaceutical companies and who knows what other malign puppet masters.

I mean I don't want to go casting no aspoyshuns.

I note that the immortal Wikipedia website, having earlier lauded you, now tries to damn you for your present stance.

They're going down with the ship.

Best wishes.

James Healy

from the heelers emails

Augustinian mornings.

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Hey there Marie.

Another all nighter with the computer.

Jess the miracle dog is at my feet. The other one is curled up in a basket. Strangely she's not snoring for once.

Normally Mollie asleep emits a stream of sounds like nothing so much as the tennis player Monica Seles who was famous for grunting her way through games.

So August is dawning around  me. I've been asking the creator for miracles and news came this week that a woman I was praying for has had some relief from cancer. I'm just waiting to see if we get the real whap, bam, thud miracle.

I love those.

On the internet I've been listening to broadcasts by Allie Beth Stukie. at the moment she's talking about Catholic doctrine re the Blessed Mother's perpetual virginity. Allie Beth describes herself as Evangelical but she's certainly not hostile to Catholics or the church.

The question is did Joseph and Mary have sex or not.

A certain rarified delicatesse among some believers may dispose them to the notion that the Blessed Mother remained eternally a virgin.

But the overall tradition of the church has been likewise and this cannot in my view be simply dismissed as delicatesse.

The New Testament says that Joseph and Mary did not have any such intimate contact before the birth of Jesus but does not say anything about afterwards.

The gospel witnesses do mention Jesus having brothers and sisters but the Hebrew word for brothers and sisters is the same word used for cousins and kinsmen so the scriptures don't settle the matter definitively.

I could imagine Mary and Joseph adopting kids. Maybe half the town was living in their kitchen and perhaps those adopted ones were known as Jesus' brothers and sisters.

I knew an Irish woman of the present era who adopted and fostered 17 children and in her family circle they were considered brothers and sisters to the four she gave birth to from her own womb.

The early church held to a tradition that Mary remained a virgin always and this notion is shared by the Eastern Orthodox and also in their formal doctrines by Lutherans and Anglicans. Among the great men of Protestantism, Zwingli, John Wesley and Calvin also held irrevocably to the idea.

It's never been important to me Marie. Although the church has a dogma on the matter, it is not the core of the good news of the Gospel which we have been commissioned to preach until the end of time. I am open to it as true. I would have no problem if at the end of time I was told, no it wasn't true and that those modern Protestants and others who seem to have gotten bored with the idea were actually correct in walking away from it.

Mary is still the highest saint of heaven and has obtained miracles for me from God regardless of whether this dogma is correctly defined or not.

And the heart of Catholic doctrine is still Christ the liberator today, yesterday and forever.

Peace.

Saint James of Kilcullen

off the shelf old books reviewed anew

"A River Runs Through It," by Norman Maclean, first published by the University of Chicago Press, 1976.

It's a river of shite.

my love is like a red, red metaphor

 

My love for you is more pretentious

Than WB Yeats' love for Maud Gonne,

My love for you is more tendentious

Than Oscar Wilde's love for Bayonne,

My love you is more swantentious

Than a swan's love for another swan.

My love for you is richer far

Than all the riches of Bill Gates,

My love for you is more of today

Than the latest hip hop music from the United States

My love for you is more mysterious

Than the hieroglyphics of the pyramid which by the way it predates.

My love for you is more ineluctable

Than galaxy A57068943,

My love for you spins faster

Than the eternal wheel of destiny,

My love is yours for a song

Okay then, 50p.

achoooo

 

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"My friend Anne had a scan," said my aunt.

"Oh," sez I.

"They found a shadow on her heart," sez the Ant.

"Ah," said I.

"She asked the doctor what would cause it and he muttered something about Covid and then clammed up. She thought he meant the vaccines. But he refused to say anything else. I immediately thought of you and all those things you said about the vaccines."

"We were younger Ants and nephews in those days," sez I. "For all my heroic efforts, I don't actually know of anyone who opted not to take the damn things just because of a warning from me. But I do know that Farmer Jones has just had open heart surgery. Yankee Joe has been put on heart medication for life. And Melissa Tarkington is as dead as the Dodo. And now Anne. I pleaded with them all not to take the vaccines."

"You pleaded with me too," said the Ant.

"I did Ant."

"Why would the doctor not tell  Anne what he meant?"

"The doctors are getting scared. I would hazard they're seeing so many deaths from heart attacks that they realise they've been killing people with those vaccines. Nobody wants to admit quite how wrong they were or quite how monstrous this whole orchestrated virus panic debacle was."

Cousin Felicia looked up from her book.

She considers herself a scientist and can become displeased if she happens to overhear subtly stated meditations which could  be adjudged when viewed in a certain light to contain vague implied criticisms of the medical establishment.

"I took the vaccines," she began, "and I got Covid. But I think if I hadn't taken the vaccines, it would have been much worse."

A faint whimsical smile played about my gentle pre Raphaelite features.

My piercing blue eyes took on a poignant look.

Contrary to popular belief, I don't lightly enter unwinnable wars

So I sipped my tea and sat back to enjoy her paean to Pfizer and Astra Zeneca and the wonders of modern science.

I have become mellow in the Summer of my life.

Perhaps it is the getting on of wisdom.

per iter tenebricosum

 

Having paid a car insurance bill, I notice a little codicil on the receipt inviting me to enter an online draw for a free car.

I use my computer to access the insurance company website.

There I am asked to answer the multiple choice question "what is the capital of Portugal?" and to complete the sentence "I deserve to win a Fiat Gelatea Hybrid car because..."

After wavering a bit over London and Dublin, I choose the Lisbon option for the Portugal question, and complete the unfinished sentence thusly: "I deserve to win a Fiat Gelatea Hybrid car because I don't believe in climate change and I'm such a nice guy."

Peering over my shoulder, my personal assistant Miss Tibbs draws in her breath sharply.

"You won't win if you write that," she tuts.

"You must have a very low opinion of the moral integrity of insurance companies," I tell her, clicking the confirm icon to seal the deal.

the tower

 

tier upon tier she rose

up o'er puny Adam's race

to bestride the blue serene

a vaunting pillar

to the vaulting minions

that built her

and some murmured midst sweat and grease

surely the heavens

surely we shall gain

mastery sweet shall be ours

across the arid land the gold had gloomed

these words spoke and Adam's race toiled doomed