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roc_abilly
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It's a dark day, losing Sinead. She was a very special artist. I have a feeling Shane McGowan will follow her soon enough. He will especially feel Sinead's loss, and I hear he's not doing great health wise either. Two unbelievable talents, under appreciated by too many in this country while they were alive, always speaking stupidly about them. When they're gone that will change, as per usual.
Mowl
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Last time I met Shane was in Cait O'Riordan's place off Wicklow Street one night. A gang of us went over to hers for an after party for some gig or other and shortly after we arrived, Shane woke up and stumbled out of the bedroom half dressed and in a mess. He sat down and cut a few lines and offered one to me, which I declined. As the other guests all accepted a line, Shane poured his whole bag onto the table.
It was a terrible sight, this wasn't the rock and roll dream - this was the hangover after years of abuse.
I stuck around a while and eventually couldn't stomach all the fawning and drunken bullshit and had to leave. It was the arse end of a hard life of boozing and getting wasted. Not drunk, tipsy, or a bit giggly: but fucked up. Completely. That was in the mid-90's and Shane's speech was very difficult to understand and when he spoke, these arses gathered around him just agreed with whatever he came out with, even if he was barely there himself. I left and went home feeling rotten. Here was a man of so much raw unbridled talent, surrounded by sycophants at a time when (thankfully) we weren't all taking selfies and posting them on the internet for the street credibility.
Still made me sick to see how these parasites were feeding off his shattered life, encouraging him to go even further once the nose-party began. I'd imagine he was well used to all that and more after a life in the music business swimming with the sharks on the international scene.
Rock and roll on those terms isn't cool - it's deplorable, vile, inhumane, horrible.
The pair of them took the same path from their youth into adulthood, trying to exorcise the ghosts inside but for different reasons. His was born of the punk movement at a time of huge transition in the UK and she from a Catholic Irish background in middle class Glenageary. Her path was spiritual, questioning everything about Irish hypocrisy and the church at the cornerstone. His was with the lifestyle that came with being a modern bard, singing the historic songs and rewriting Irish history to include the seven drunken nights on the rocky road to Dublin while Sinead was grappling with the trauma of childhood abuse and neglect.
Both were clearly in a lot of pain in a place where there's little sensitivity or support.
I first met Sinead on a long bus ride from Dublin up to northern Derry for the screening of a film which starred a young actress named Emer McCourt. The film was called 'Hush A Bye Baby' and Sinead had a part in it too. Emer was in a relationship with a Belfast singer, Mark Nixon (he recently published a book called 'Much Loved' which became a global hit and he made a fortune) and we all piled in to head up to see Emer's big moment.
It was a weird night and lots of crazy things happened in a very short time after the film ended and before we boarded the bus back home. The booze at the heart of it all, as usual. The hard drinking and smoking and sing-song started in before we even reached the border and the bus was stopped and searched, the whole forty or fifty of us dumped out onto the roadside. But they let us pass without too much hassle and the party continued as we drove south. Everyone swapping seats and mingling and mixing things up. I sat next to Sinead and she was staring quietly out the window into the darkness. I tried to start a conversation but I could see she was jaded, probably burned out by all the attention going her way when the movie star Emer was getting little of it.
She was mostly silent all the way down to Dublin, so I didn't bother her with small talk, we shared cigarettes and drank a little wine. This was before her big break came along and I suppose she was wondering what effect the movie would have on her music career. She had a full head of hair back then and was surprisingly small and compact a person. But she certainly had an aura around her, her presence was palpable: her doe-eyed curiosity belied a mind clearly overtaxed with personal trauma and troubles of her own. Next time I met her was with BP Fallon in Temple Bar in the early 90's - head shaved and Doc Martin's boots making her appear even smaller than she already was.
Hush-a-Bye Baby - Wikipedia
Statues of both will likely appear. Streets named after them out in the sprawling suburbs of modern Ireland. Television shows and candid camera shots never seen before. Murals on the facades of crumbing Georgian buildings, and plaques on the houses they were born into. Ireland's a maudlin country like that: she hates you when you're alive and doing what you have to do, but after you're no longer any sort of threat, the shallow feigning of care and affection starts in and gives your arse a rash.
Rank hypocrisy, two-faced don't do as I do - do as I tell you type bullshit.
Last night certainly set a lot people to tears after hearing the news. It certainly did me, and I played a few favourites with tears in my eyes. Without her prompt that ill-fated night on American TV with the photo of the pope her Mam had framed on the wall of the family home (she took it with her - how audacious was that? She knew what she was going to do - and she did it. It started a tsunami of hate towards her across the globe, but I recall the moment and in retrospect I kind of guessed that now that the doors had been kicked in, what were we going to drag out into the light of day?
That was the watershed moment and the work still goes on. The prisons are bulging at the seams with rancid priests and brothers, merciless sisters and worse. It was going to happen anyway, yes - but she took the first steps and paid the highest price there is out there: hate, loathing, fear, and all of it piled on to her tiny shoulders while trying to understand herself and her experiences with the church and state schools.
She did Ireland a massive favour that night, nothing could ever have been the same after that. She did what grown men several times her size were afraid to do: take the bull by the horns and grapple with it until it fell. And fall it did, a lot of it onto her shoulders.
Hers is a life we'll all remember as we grow old, she was the dawning of a new era of understanding how our society works, and indeed how it doesn't too. I remain grateful for her courage, her honesty, and her broken self.
Big Chris
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Last time I met Shane was in Cait O'Riordan's place off Wicklow Street one night. A gang of us went over to hers for an after party for some gig or other and shortly after we arrived, Shane woke up and stumbled out of the bedroom half dressed and in a mess. He sat down and cut a few lines and offered one to me, which I declined. As the other guests all accepted a line, Shane poured his whole bag onto the table.
It was a terrible sight, this wasn't the rock and roll dream - this was the hangover after years of abuse.
I stuck around a while and eventually couldn't stomach all the fawning and drunken bullshit and had to leave. It was the arse end of a hard life of boozing and getting wasted. Not drunk, tipsy, or a bit giggly: but fucked up. Completely. That was in the mid-90's and Shane's speech was very difficult to understand and when he spoke, these arses gathered around him just agreed with whatever he came out with, even if he was barely there himself. I left and went home feeling rotten. Here was a man of so much raw unbridled talent, surrounded by sycophants at a time when (thankfully) we weren't all taking selfies and posting them on the internet for the street credibility.
Still made me sick to see how these parasites were feeding off his shattered life, encouraging him to go even further once the nose-party began. I'd imagine he was well used to all that and more after a life in the music business swimming with the sharks on the international scene.
Rock and roll on those terms isn't cool - it's deplorable, vile, inhumane, horrible.
The pair of them took the same path from their youth into adulthood, trying to exorcise the ghosts inside but for different reasons. His was born of the punk movement at a time of huge transition in the UK and she from a Catholic Irish background in middle class Glenageary. Her path was spiritual, questioning everything about Irish hypocrisy and the church at the cornerstone. His was with the lifestyle that came with being a modern bard, singing the historic songs and rewriting Irish history to include the seven drunken nights on the rocky road to Dublin while Sinead was grappling with the trauma of childhood abuse and neglect.
Both were clearly in a lot of pain in a place where there's little sensitivity or support.
I first met Sinead on a long bus ride from Dublin up to northern Derry for the screening of a film which starred a young actress named Emer McCourt. The film was called 'Hush A Bye Baby' and Sinead had a part in it too. Emer was in a relationship with a Belfast singer, Mark Nixon (he recently published a book called 'Much Loved' which became a global hit and he made a fortune) and we all piled in to head up to see Emer's big moment.
It was a weird night and lots of crazy things happened in a very short time after the film ended and before we boarded the bus back home. The booze at the heart of it all, as usual. The hard drinking and smoking and sing-song started in before we even reached the border and the bus was stopped and searched, the whole forty or fifty of us dumped out onto the roadside. But they let us pass without too much hassle and the party continued as we drove south. Everyone swapping seats and mingling and mixing things up. I sat next to Sinead and she was staring quietly out the window into the darkness. I tried to start a conversation but I could see she was jaded, probably burned out by all the attention going her way when the movie star Emer was getting little of it.
She was mostly silent all the way down to Dublin, so I didn't bother her with small talk, we shared cigarettes and drank a little wine. This was before her big break came along and I suppose she was wondering what effect the movie would have on her music career. She had a full head of hair back then and was surprisingly small and compact a person. But she certainly had an aura around her, her presence was palpable: her doe-eyed curiosity belied a mind clearly overtaxed with personal trauma and troubles of her own. Next time I met her was with BP Fallon in Temple Bar in the early 90's - head shaved and Doc Martin's boots making her appear even smaller than she already was.
Hush-a-Bye Baby - Wikipedia
en.wikipedia.org
Statues of both will likely appear. Streets named after them out in the sprawling suburbs of modern Ireland. Television shows and candid camera shots never seen before. Murals on the facades of crumbing Georgian buildings, and plaques on the houses they were born into. Ireland's a maudlin country like that: she hates you when you're alive and doing what you have to do, but after you're no longer any sort of threat, the shallow feigning of care and affection starts in and gives your arse a rash.
Rank hypocrisy, two-faced don't do as I do - do as I tell you type bullshit.
Last night certainly set a lot people to tears after hearing the news. It certainly did me, and I played a few favourites with tears in my eyes. Without her prompt that ill-fated night on American TV with the photo of the pope her Mam had framed on the wall of the family home (she took it with her - how audacious was that? She knew what she was going to do - and she did it. It started a tsunami of hate towards her across the globe, but I recall the moment and in retrospect I kind of guessed that now that the doors had been kicked in, what were we going to drag out into the light of day?
That was the watershed moment and the work still goes on. The prisons are bulging at the seams with rancid priests and brothers, merciless sisters and worse. It was going to happen anyway, yes - but she took the first steps and paid the highest price there is out there: hate, loathing, fear, and all of it piled on to her tiny shoulders while trying to understand herself and her experiences with the church and state schools.
She did Ireland a massive favour that night, nothing could ever have been the same after that. She did what grown men several times her size were afraid to do: take the bull by the horns and grapple with it until it fell. And fall it did, a lot of it onto her shoulders.
Hers is a life we'll all remember as we grow old, she was the dawning of a new era of understanding how our society works, and indeed how it doesn't too. I remain grateful for her courage, her honesty, and her broken self.
Is there anyone more than Sinéad been a case in point that shows Ireland for how it treats it's own, which You have noted previously and also the Church.
The world lost a Shining star
Mowl
Member
They build you up only to show you how easy it is to knock you back down again. Redemption isn't allowed in Ireland - the original sins stain the soul and never go away. We spend our lives grappling with the guilt complexes, the self-loathing and shame. But it never really goes away. You may think you got out clean, but it's not like that; all you can hope to avoid is the physical end of it, the soul remains bare and exposed and they know exactly how you think. How you feel. And how to make you feel even worse again.
I'm thirty years gone from there and I still can't wash it off me.
It takes surprisingly little to break ones heart after an Irish childhood.
You'd think by now that we'd be over it.
The world lost a Shining star
I'm getting a cold feeling that she may have acted in a moment.
Despair, confusion, hurt - it all comes spilling out with the prick of a pin.
Jaze knows she must have been so fucking tired after fifty years of it all.
Losing Shane was always going to take its toll.
Perhaps she chose to follow him, in time we'll know, but right now it doesn't matter.
Her legacy will never end, because the more shadows we draw out the more damage we see has been done: it'll probably never end.
odanny
Member
I noticed she converted to Islam before she died, I wonder if that was the result of all the abuse she has received over the years from Catholic's , or if she was genuinely involved in the Muslim religion. If it were not for a single appearance on Saturday Night Live, I think many Americans would have never heard of her. R.I.P.
Mowl
Member
She flirted with various religions after a lifetime of Catholicism. She became a priest, which at the time I thought was hilarious: now she has the opportunity to kill the beast from within. She certainly caused the church in Ireland no end of trouble and her switching on of the tap went from a trickle to a shitstorm, one that's still unresolved.
It's very easy for people to take one side or the other with a case like hers, but the damage she carried is familiar to many of us of a certain age who went through the grinder that is the church in Ireland. It no longer has any power, and that - in many ways, can be traced back to the ripping up of her mother's photo of the pope on live television to a savage nation in the US. I was quite proud of her and felt that we should have been there to welcome her home onto Irish soil. The hate leveled at her was unbelievable. But she was right.
We all know that much by now - regardless of what a spectacle she made of her car-crash of a life.
Show me anyone else out there who has problems like hers and who tackled them in public?
She used her life as an example of everything that can go wrong for a child handed over to the priests to raise.
Her values were built on it: a lifetime of neglect and endless criticism, who wouldn't be angry caught up in that maelstrom?
It's very easy for people to take one side or the other with a case like hers, but the damage she carried is familiar to many of us of a certain age who went through the grinder that is the church in Ireland. It no longer has any power, and that - in many ways, can be traced back to the ripping up of her mother's photo of the pope on live television to a savage nation in the US. I was quite proud of her and felt that we should have been there to welcome her home onto Irish soil. The hate leveled at her was unbelievable. But she was right.
We all know that much by now - regardless of what a spectacle she made of her car-crash of a life.
Show me anyone else out there who has problems like hers and who tackled them in public?
She used her life as an example of everything that can go wrong for a child handed over to the priests to raise.
Her values were built on it: a lifetime of neglect and endless criticism, who wouldn't be angry caught up in that maelstrom?
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Electricity
Member
Could she not have had four different kids by four different fathers (all of whom I think she was estranged), not encourage people in Ireland to replace one religion with another (heathen one), not lend her support for the industrial slaughter of Irish babies in the womb and sure didn't she jump on the anti-white hate bandwagon with BLM?
I mean, I think the best one could say about Sinead O'Connor, or whatever name she had at the time, was that she was a very good singer
Mowl
Member
The best that can be said about you is that you're mostly harmless.
Just another stick puppet for your telegram heroes - and likely a gay one: all your heroes are men. You hate strong women. You profess a loudmouthed approach to some supposed beliefs you recently tried to cod us with. That game's over - you've been caught out with your little penis in your hand. You failed in your attempts to try to appear principled. But you have nothing.
Nothing.
And you'll be reminded of it as often as I feel like it.
Your game's up, Dawson - fuck off to somewhere-anywhere that I never have to hear from you again, you sad little cunt.
odanny
Member
This one is not worthy of the Music Thread, but since the topic du jour is Sinead and the controversy she caused, well, this video has caused controvery in the never ending culture war that rages on in the U.S., most of you folks would wonder "what is controversial about this", well, it's supposedly an attack on BLM and is sung in front of a Tennessee courthouse where a young black man was lynched by a white mob in 1920. The video has been exposed as using some of its clips of protests taking place in other countries and not even in the U.S..
I watch the culture war in this country with detached bemusement. At present, this song and video are at the forefront, and in some respects, I sympathize with conservatives, we have biological males competing in girls high school athletic events, and press conferences about trans people being very careful to constantly use the right pronoun, one doesn't have to think very hard to see how this can be offputting to people of a certain age or mindset.
I watch the culture war in this country with detached bemusement. At present, this song and video are at the forefront, and in some respects, I sympathize with conservatives, we have biological males competing in girls high school athletic events, and press conferences about trans people being very careful to constantly use the right pronoun, one doesn't have to think very hard to see how this can be offputting to people of a certain age or mindset.
The Gulf Stream could collapse as soon as 2025.
www.livescience.com
Gulf Stream current could collapse in 2025, plunging Earth into climate chaos: 'We were actually bewildered'
A new statistical model has predicted that the collapse of Atlantic Ocean currents is likely to occur this century. The results would cause catastrophic temperature drops in the Northern Hemisphere, but other scientists are not so sure.
roc_abilly
Member
Bang on:
www.rollingstone.com
www.morrisseycentral.com
And applies to Ireland in general.
And to the crawling wankstains on p.ie.
Morrissey Slams Sinead O'Connor Tributes: 'You Praise Her Now Only Because It Is Too Late'
Morrissey has published a critical letter slamming tributes to Sinead O'Connor, positioning the reactions to the singer's death as being hypocritical.
www.rollingstone.com
YOU KNOW I COULDN'T LAST - MESSAGES FROM MORRISSEY - MORRISSEY CENTRAL - YOU KNOW I COULDN'T LAST
MESSAGES FROM MORRISSEY on MORRISSEY CENTRAL
www.morrisseycentral.com
And applies to Ireland in general.
And to the crawling wankstains on p.ie.
Mowl
Member
Morrissey has an opinion on everything. But then that applies to most Irish people anyway. Knee-jerk emotional reactions without any consideration for the maudlin aspect of fawning all over the same people you'd happily sidelined while she was living and working and performing all over the planet. Sinead is well regarded for her silent efforts in cash donations for all kinds of causes. She always kept her charitable acts quiet, because she had to:
Ireland's full of creeps like Jambo who say she paid out to make sure babies were killed.
This is another reason why Ireland's still down in the sewers: you fuckers HATE your artistic quarters. And more than that: you utterly despise your neighbour's small successes. You grow all over each other like stinging nettles and you're happy to rub each other up the wrong way just to pass the time. From Joyce to Beckett, you chased them all out and waited until they were dead in exile before giving them any credit for putting Irish intellect and art on the big stages. You did the same to O'Connor, and regardless of your personal respect for her as a person or as an artist, you're still part of the same savage nation that ran her off Irish soil for not being your puppet and her refusing to allow you to pull her strings. She'll be remembered decades from today and will go down in the history books.
You will be dead and turned to dust - and nobody will care.
The whole point of being here is to make something that benefits everyone and outlives your time on the planet. My work is done, but I'm still not finished adding new layers to it. Your sort will die and nobody will remember you, because you made nothing in your life except money, and you can't take that with you. Think about it: fifty years from now - what will your descendants think of you? Of the life you led in the epoch you lived through? What have you done that makes any difference at all or has the power and quality to outlive you?
These databases are just more garbage made in the time we're here, they'll be deleted but they'll still exist, like ghosts in the machine.
What will The Wayback Machine think of you?
Ireland's full of creeps like Jambo who say she paid out to make sure babies were killed.
This is another reason why Ireland's still down in the sewers: you fuckers HATE your artistic quarters. And more than that: you utterly despise your neighbour's small successes. You grow all over each other like stinging nettles and you're happy to rub each other up the wrong way just to pass the time. From Joyce to Beckett, you chased them all out and waited until they were dead in exile before giving them any credit for putting Irish intellect and art on the big stages. You did the same to O'Connor, and regardless of your personal respect for her as a person or as an artist, you're still part of the same savage nation that ran her off Irish soil for not being your puppet and her refusing to allow you to pull her strings. She'll be remembered decades from today and will go down in the history books.
You will be dead and turned to dust - and nobody will care.
The whole point of being here is to make something that benefits everyone and outlives your time on the planet. My work is done, but I'm still not finished adding new layers to it. Your sort will die and nobody will remember you, because you made nothing in your life except money, and you can't take that with you. Think about it: fifty years from now - what will your descendants think of you? Of the life you led in the epoch you lived through? What have you done that makes any difference at all or has the power and quality to outlive you?
These databases are just more garbage made in the time we're here, they'll be deleted but they'll still exist, like ghosts in the machine.
What will The Wayback Machine think of you?
Mowl
Member
The Gulf Stream could collapse as soon as 2025.
Gulf Stream current could collapse in 2025, plunging Earth into climate chaos: 'We were actually bewildered'
A new statistical model has predicted that the collapse of Atlantic Ocean currents is likely to occur this century. The results would cause catastrophic temperature drops in the Northern Hemisphere, but other scientists are not so sure.
The weather patterns Ireland gets are driven by a number of forces: the warm air from the Gulf of Mexico moving north meeting headlong with the Siberian and Arctic temperatures coming down from the North Atlantic and they collide out some miles from the west coast sending all that rain and wind to you lot.
The elements on that scale make weather predictions difficult for Ireland, whereas here in Finland the elements are far more predictable and they rarely get it wrong. We can see days ahead - you guys have only hours, but you still employ gang-loads of people in meteorology, why I've no idea. I know Evelyn Cusack many years through her brother Ken, who's a professional actor specializing in period costume work for all sorts of clients. We can't post pics at the moment but you can find him on social media of you're interested.
He started The Magic City Trash Company back in the 80's and specialized at the time in Irish muppet/puppet shows.
Which brings me back to Evelyn: she made the analogy that the Trash Company might as well be reading the weather section as she was.
They mostly guess at things and are rarely if ever prepared on their own investigative powers alone, instead relying on the BBC and other global shipping channels to get them the news direct from the actual sources. She's retired since a few weeks back, but she's hilarious in real life. She's self-employed, her fees on RTE were surprisingly small. Unlike Tubridy, she'll probably have to supplement her pension with work for as long as she can.
She, like your man Charlie Bird, were NEVER 'top class' RTE members - Bird becasue he has no third level education, and Cusack because it was cheaper to hire her as a contract employee. Not everyone in RTE is part of the nepotistic family, and if you've ever been to Montrose to make a television appearance, then you'll know exactly what I'm talking about.
All that bowing and scraping before the 'talent' made me laugh, it still makes me laugh.
Oh, how much happier the Irish would be if they had a king to worship?
Forget religion.
Royalty - that's the Irish dream.
Lumpy Von Talbot
Member
I remember my grandfather telling me that 'we got rid of one aristocracy and replaced it with another'. Joyce was once asked to describe the Irish character and he replied 'The crack'd looking glass of a servant'.
I was offended by that for years until I realised what he meant. It will take another hundred years yet to get rid of the servant element whether that be to a foreign landowner, investor, priest or home-grown chappie on a horse.
Hangover from colonialism both physical and metaphysical.
I was offended by that for years until I realised what he meant. It will take another hundred years yet to get rid of the servant element whether that be to a foreign landowner, investor, priest or home-grown chappie on a horse.
Hangover from colonialism both physical and metaphysical.
Mowl
Member
Yes, is fact we replaced the British government and all their nefarious skullduggery with another even more vicious one of our own. The seats at the tables were all the same ones, except now Paddy had dominion over his neighbour. And look what he did with it?
A nation of serfs, full of self-loathing and insecurities, all competing to be the baddest fuckers they could possibly be.
For reference of this exact type of behaviour, see any 'political' discussion board and the machinations of its members.
Our self loathing spreads to the next man until you're all broke-backed and jaded with it.
Paddy's grip on the planet remains strongest in the hundreds of thousands of Irish bars throughout the world. Clown shows, drunken antics and craw-beating sing-songs, happy in alcohol, miserable in sobriety, and ever ready to pick his neighbour's pockets. Paddy has direct access to all cultures via her many theme pubs, but Paddy hasn't a clue how to use it to his advantage.
Quite the opposite in fact, because when Paddy and Bridie drop in to McNelligan's Irish House, they ham up the Paddy and Bridie aspect.
The Irish abroad are even louder and more shallow than their Irish counterparts on some over-priced poseur bar in Dublin city centre. They need to be noticed, so they shout the loudest and wave their tri-colour higher than anyone else in the room. Paddy loves to meet himself abroad, and will treat his fellow Irish in any city to pints and stories, then the fisticuffs.
It was ever thus.
And will thus continue.
A nation of serfs, full of self-loathing and insecurities, all competing to be the baddest fuckers they could possibly be.
For reference of this exact type of behaviour, see any 'political' discussion board and the machinations of its members.
Our self loathing spreads to the next man until you're all broke-backed and jaded with it.
Paddy's grip on the planet remains strongest in the hundreds of thousands of Irish bars throughout the world. Clown shows, drunken antics and craw-beating sing-songs, happy in alcohol, miserable in sobriety, and ever ready to pick his neighbour's pockets. Paddy has direct access to all cultures via her many theme pubs, but Paddy hasn't a clue how to use it to his advantage.
Quite the opposite in fact, because when Paddy and Bridie drop in to McNelligan's Irish House, they ham up the Paddy and Bridie aspect.
The Irish abroad are even louder and more shallow than their Irish counterparts on some over-priced poseur bar in Dublin city centre. They need to be noticed, so they shout the loudest and wave their tri-colour higher than anyone else in the room. Paddy loves to meet himself abroad, and will treat his fellow Irish in any city to pints and stories, then the fisticuffs.
It was ever thus.
And will thus continue.
roc_abilly
Member
The sudden turn around to fawning over people in death is par for the course in this country.
One problem is incapacity in Irish journalists, owing to the culture and institutionalisation they are put under, to use their intelligence to see what's what, and their integrity to say straight what is of real human interest.
They tell lies like a moron parent speaking to children. There's been a "tragic accident" on the rail line. Or a single car or motorbike incident. And they were in the GAA.
But we want to know did they kill themselves? Why did they kill themselves? Or were they running wild out of control or what? What type of motorbike was it? What were the road conditions like? Had they just suffered a loss, broken up with a girlfriend? Were they new drivers? What was their family situation?
These are the questions any intelligent child would have, and that I would have too as an adult. The reason for the questions is how can we learn anything if everything is covered up because it's to "sensitive" to bring out into the open? Or even at a basic mechanical level, is it high powered or low powered motorbikes that are usually involved, or what make of car, or did the air bags go off?
In its place we are drowned in a continual sordid and salacious speculation about private elements in the affairs of public figures like Sinead O'Connor. Always looking for the weak spot, where the knife can be twisted and twisted for the public satisfaction.
In Sinead's case she said about it, when you mock the expression of human feeling, there is a mirror into which you are not looking. That's right. But it's in everything. There are more cases of it than just mocking the expression of human feeling. And it's systemic, institutionalised, a core part of our culture.
Of course these fora are often a thousand times worse than any newspaper in this regard. Isn't it all about pointing outward, twisting the knife in whatever public figure, or public entity, or the Jews, or the Davos attendees, or "libtards", or overweight Republicans guzzling their cherry cola, or whomever, or whatever.
One problem is incapacity in Irish journalists, owing to the culture and institutionalisation they are put under, to use their intelligence to see what's what, and their integrity to say straight what is of real human interest.
They tell lies like a moron parent speaking to children. There's been a "tragic accident" on the rail line. Or a single car or motorbike incident. And they were in the GAA.
But we want to know did they kill themselves? Why did they kill themselves? Or were they running wild out of control or what? What type of motorbike was it? What were the road conditions like? Had they just suffered a loss, broken up with a girlfriend? Were they new drivers? What was their family situation?
These are the questions any intelligent child would have, and that I would have too as an adult. The reason for the questions is how can we learn anything if everything is covered up because it's to "sensitive" to bring out into the open? Or even at a basic mechanical level, is it high powered or low powered motorbikes that are usually involved, or what make of car, or did the air bags go off?
In its place we are drowned in a continual sordid and salacious speculation about private elements in the affairs of public figures like Sinead O'Connor. Always looking for the weak spot, where the knife can be twisted and twisted for the public satisfaction.
In Sinead's case she said about it, when you mock the expression of human feeling, there is a mirror into which you are not looking. That's right. But it's in everything. There are more cases of it than just mocking the expression of human feeling. And it's systemic, institutionalised, a core part of our culture.
Of course these fora are often a thousand times worse than any newspaper in this regard. Isn't it all about pointing outward, twisting the knife in whatever public figure, or public entity, or the Jews, or the Davos attendees, or "libtards", or overweight Republicans guzzling their cherry cola, or whomever, or whatever.
Lumpy Von Talbot
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Valley of the Squinting Windows. Partly it is envy of those who live their lives outside of convention I suspect.