september light

 

Parked in a place I often park in the town of Newbridge.

Some fresh graffiti meets my eyes.

It is painted in large black letters.

It reads: JEW BOY.

Well, well, well.

When these things happen, ie the complete collapse of societal mores, they happen fast.

Of course, a man would have to be some sort romantic to think the yobs meant me.

But how flattering it would be.

obitcheries

(from The Heelers emails)

Yowsa Marie.

You mentioned the passing of Dolly Parton and I forgot to comment. I was never crazy about her films. I liked the images of her you raised in your email though, particularly the large family.

This reminded me of Celine Dion whose mother (as Celine tells it) had thirteen children and went to a local priest to enquire about contraceptive options. The priest told her not to dare. And the next child was Celine. I take that as a sanctity of life story.

I saw British chat host Michael Parkinson remark when she told the tale decades ago: "What would a priest know about it," and I was quite disappointed that Celine laughed along and didn't point out to him that if the priest hadn't said it, she wouldn't exist.

Mark Hamill aka Luke Skywalker was also lucky condom culture didn't kick in in America a decade or two earlier. He was the fourth of seven children.

Our Aunty Teresa was the tenth child in her family. When she was organising Doctor Donna Kelly, my old unrequited love from childhood, to give a Women's Group lecture in Kilcullen about preventing pregnancy back in the 1990s, I said to her: "Aren't you lucky Donna Kelly wasn't wandering around the West of Ireland eighty years ago, advising Granny Moran after baby number nine to stop having children and focus on her career!"

I ask you Marie.

Think of the unravelled futures.

Imagine what we've contrareceived. 

Never mind aborted.

But I digress.

I am almost completely unaware of Dolly Parton's songs except for Jolene which I consider a work of art.

I think I'll listen to it right now.

Toodlepip.

James

allie beth stukey versus the blessed virgin mary

 

Allie Beth Stukey whom I've never met, is one of my favourite people on earth because of her public witnessing about matters faith related.

The Blessed Virgin Mary is one of my favourite people in heaven.

It was interesting recently to find footage of Allie Beth, herself a Protestant, debating another internet commentator, a man called Trent Horn who is Catholic, on the subject of the Blessed Virgin Mary.

In the discussion Allie Beth suggested that Catholics give the appearance of worshipping the Blessed Virgin Mary, and that there isn't really all that much about the Blessed Virgin in the gospels.

Trent Horn answered her worthily and well although for my money, Allie Beth is a better debater than he is.

My own conviction is that the Blessed Mother is the highest saint of heaven and that the Catholic Church is correct in advising us to seek her intercession with God.

People can pray for other people as God has directed us. The Catholic Church merely discerns that this type of prayer continues in heaven among saints who have departed this life.

I believe Allie Beth sounds a paradoxically timely note in what I consider her mistaken viewpoint, because gentle readers of the internet, the Catholic Church is a target for vexatious infiltrations throughout time, whether satanists, mafiosi or good hearted leftist goons, and for every genuine believer like Pope John Paul the Great or Lila Rose, there is an adventurist or a factioneer, like Bergoglio the Apostate or Candace Owens.

No offence to any apostates or very good looking fruitloops who may be reading this.

What I am saying is that there are some within the Catholic Church who would deify the Blessed Virgin Mary in a second if they could get away with it, some sincere, some evil, some nuts, some all three.

Therefore I am not in the least offended by Allie Beth's points. We don't worship the Blessed Mother but there are plenty of us who would given half a chance and it is important for sincere believers to be watchful with regard to the peddlers of vexation.

As for there being very little about the Blessed Virgin Mary in the Bible, I would beg to differ.

The gospel accounts are very short anyway and most of their salient material consists of the Lord's discourses.

Mary figures in the first of his miracles in the wedding feast at Cana and is with him at the crucifixion.

She also teaches us to pray to God, giving us the Magnificat, a most beautiful prayer according to Saint Luke in his gospel, unparallelled by anything else in the Bible except for the Lord's prayer.

"My soul doth glorify the Lord,

My spirit rejoices in God my saviour,

For he has looked upon the lowliness of his servant.

Behold from now on all ages will call me blessed,

For the Lord has done great things for me.

Holy is his name.

His mercy if from age to age on those who fear him.

He has shown the strength of his arm.

He has scattered the proud in the imagination of their hearts.

He has pulled down princes from their thrones,

Raised high the lowly.

He has filled the starving with good things,

Sent the rich away empty.

In his mercy and faithful love.

He has remembered his promises to Israel,

To our fathers,

To Abraham and his descendants forever."

Back in 2010, while experiencing what for me was significant pain via a toothache, I resolved to suffer patiently as a mystic might do, in prayer and meditation.

This did not work out quite as I'd hoped. Instead of scaling the heights of spiritual ecstasy, detachment from pain, and so on, I spent a day cursing and shouting and in near mutinous despair.

At evening I turned to the Blessed Mother and said: "If you obtain this for  me I will give up coffee tonight and I won't even complain about giving it up."

Before I'd finished the sentence, all the pain was gone.

It dissolved instantaneously.

I stared around me in bewilderment saying something like: "What happened? Where did it go?"

Sixteen years later, I've never quite managed to give up coffee.

She never took back the miracle she obtained.

in a summer place

 

The last hot day of Summer, I'd say.

Leafy avenue resplendent in Augustine garb but with a faint tang of Autumn everywhere.

A neighbour strolls up and greets me.

He then says something critical about Israel.

"I'd be happy to talk to you about Israel," I reply. "But I always listen to you and hear you out. And you absolutely refuse to listen to me."

"I don't need to listen," said the neighbour, "I know I'm right."

"Well I've got to envy you then," said I.

"I've been to Israel and Lebanon," he continued, "you haven't."

"Yes," I said, "and if I wasn't aware of a great many people who've been there and disagree with your assessment, perhaps the I've been there argument would carry more weight."

"And you," he said, "what about you! If the Israelis came along and told you to move out of your house and go away like they do with innocent Palestinian olive growers, what would you do?"

"I'd be glad to weigh that question if you'd listen to my answer."

"You've got one minute," he said, he really did.

And I smiled.

"Well I'm not going to answer in those circumstances. I do notice that you're selective about what you consider an outrage and you're equally selective about where you enter history."

"Oh you're going to start talking about the Bible again," said he.

"No, I'm going to ask you how many Irish army officers that you've worked with over the years have ever spoken in defence of Israel."

"None," he answered.

"Well maybe you do need to hear another opinion than the ones you've become accustomed to," I murmured.

His mobile phone rang and he bid me a polite enough adieu and rambled off.

There had been no rancour in any of it.

A few days later I felt an impulse to got a church I don't normally attend.

The neighbour I'd met on the avenue was doing the reading.

It happened to be my favourite reading from Saint Paul.

"Has God changed his mind about his choice of the Jews? Out of the question... Never despise them for they are a cultivated olive and you are a wild olive grafted on to the promises that are theirs... If some of them refusing to hear my message meant I brought the good news of salvation to you, what will their acceptance mean? I tell you nothing less than life from the dead."

Hearing those words from the Brigadier was mightily cheering to my spirit as was the distinct feeling that God had brought me to the church at just the right time to hear them.

what do magpies dream

 

In a flurry of beating wings, eight magpies alighted on the lawn.

There was a good deal of squawking and cackling.

I sat in my kitchen watching them.

One of them seemed to be quickly excluded and flew to a patch of grass a little distance away.

There were now seven.

I could see a particularly vociferous participant with a magpie feather in her beak.

Two others lined up with her facing the remaining four.

There came a cacophony of squawking.

The feather seemed to be the object of interest.

There were lunges and retreats.

The one with the feather brandished it.

Then she took to the air with the others in seeming pursuit.

I thought the whole thing most gracious.

the finest end of reason is to really annoy lefties

 

"I'm a bit surprised," I told the professional woman, "at the way you feminists claim every murder of a woman by Jihadis or gangbangers is actually caused by maleness. You're all up in arms suggesting that it's because they're men that they kill and not because they're Muslims or drug dealers. Yet seven out of the eight most recent murders of women in Ireland were by immigrants. And the media keeps saying: Look, how Irish men treat women. Even when the perpetrators aren't Irish at all."

"James," said the professional woman, "I've worked in this business for twenty years. I've got all the statistics. Crimes against women are usually committed by men."

"I'd like to see those statistics."

"Well I don't have them with me."

"You're all so comfortable with the indictment of men generally," I mused. "You don't like to look at the breakdown of your statistics. It's too inconvenient for your worldview. You can't bear to face the fact that Jihadis and criminals do not murder because of their maleness but because they are Jihadis and criminals."

"The statistics are overwhelming," she said.

As she spoke I recalled to myself a horror story published forty years ago in the British comic magazine 2000 AD. The action took place in one of the magazine's recurring serials called Judge Dredd. Demonic forces had broken into this world from a dark dimension, having observed that all crime was committed by the living. Therefore they decided to make life itself illegal. I would aver that the feminists of today are up to the same thing with their reasoning that statistically most crimes against women are committed by men and therefore the problem itself must be maleness.

"You are setting young people at war with their nature," I ventured. "You are telling young men they are guilty of something just for being men. You are telling women they are perpetual victims of a male oriented society and you are giving them an excuse to be unaware that they are presiding over the most grotesque of atrocities through their acquiescence and participation in abortion culture, euthanasia culture, assisted suicide culture, and of course mutilating sex change culture whereby invasive operations are carried out on children and adults which don't work and never can work."

"James, do you not believe there is a Patriarchy?" she challenged.

I was tempted to ask her to define her terms but that would have been too like a debating manoeuvre.

I took a deep breath and answered thusly.

"I believe the Patriarchy is a conflict theory notion formulated by Marxists to divide us against each other. Marxists seek to divide our societies at every level. They use class conflict theory to divide the rich from the poor. They use race conflict theory to divide blacks from whites. And they use the notion of the Patriarchy, feminist conflict theory, to divide men from women. They hijack legitimate grievances and manipulate facts to weaken our societies fatally. In each case the purpose is to divide and conquer us."

She wasn't too happy with me and she didn't stay long.

As she got up to go I asked her advice about a personal matter.

"You know Pauline has a Palestinian flag fluttering in the window of her house?"

"I do."

"Have I your permission to put graffiti on her wall in large black letters saying Remember Shani Louk. I mean Pauline probably expects me to do it. She'd be disappointed if I didn't really."

The professional woman exclaimed her negative and was gone.

the state we are in

 

The Republic of Ireland in the year 2026.

Sitting in a neighbour's house watching the evening news on the broadcaster RTE.

The main report is about an American woman living in Killarney who has been murdered.

Her name is Jamey Carney and she was 42 years old.

The photos shown on the news reveal her to be eye catchingly beautiful.

RTE are too delicate to inform us that her body was found by her 13 year old daughter.

The reporter glosses over the violence of her death and, with regard to her killer, merely notes that police are searching for a person of interest.

A source is quoted as saying that the police are not releasing the suspect's  name or photograph at the present time as the case is still under investigation.

That's rum.

Not releasing the name or photograph of a man who is a danger to the general public, has just violently murdered a woman and is on the run...

Quite the police work dontchya think.

"If RTE aren't telling us anything about him and the police are withholding his identity. he must be a foreign national, an asylum seeker or a Palestinian," I murmur.

Later I find from a report on the webpage of Great Britain News that he is an asylum seeker from the Middle East.

This evening I find on the New York Post website that his name is Ahmad Alsaqer, that he met Jamey Carney at a pro Palestinian demonstration, and that the room at her residence in which he murdered her was drenched in her blood.

Ah yes.

Websites owned by media groups in overseas jurisdictions are the only way for Irish people to get relevant information about the spate of murders engulfing our country.

Among photos she had posted on the internet in recent months celebrating their relationship, was a picture of herself with him captioned: "Dating an Arab be like..."

And this is the man the Irish police did not immediately identify to the public on Tuesday when he beat her to death and went on the run.

Today the Irish police force announced that the suspect has left the country.