Patience, shrink of shrinks, is convinced she has the means of performing the oracle. She dislikes what we humans call failure, recorded by distortion. In order to self-motivate I have decided to chronicle ongoing events in a diary which will be more about contemporaneous comment and awry observations on current affairs and miscellaneous memories than a recording of reality on a mundane basis.
I have no idea of what will emerge but as long as it as cynical as hell and reflects my less than perfect perception of matters which matter and don’t matter, so what. For purposes of prudence this diary will be retrospective.


Would that the words of Brendan Kennelly might be my epitaph:

“They gather together to pool their weaknesses,
Persuade themselves that they are strong.
There is no strength like the strength of one
Who will not belong”.


The Prodigal on the Camino 2015

The Prodigal on the Camino 2015
The Prodigal on the Camino 2015

Saturday, 14 January 2017

November 13th 2015


There is some old superstition that Friday 13th is unlucky. The origin is unclear and is deemed by most folks who use logic as their yardstick to be a load of slurry. That has all changed. Forever more, Friday 13th of November will be remembered as the date on which the decent citizens of Paris were butchered and maimed in their own beloved Capital city. At Stade de France at 21.21 three explosions were heard on the perimeter of the ground. It is believed that this terrorist act took the lives of three people.
This was just the beginning! It was followed by four more sets of attacks by bomb and bullet culminating in the slaughter of 87 concert goers at 21.49 Le Bataclan Boulevard Voltaire, 11th arrondissement | 87 die as four attackers storm music venue during a rock concert 21.49 Le Bataclan Boulevard Voltaire, 11th arrondissement | 87 die as four attackers storm music venue during a rock concert 21.49 Le Bataclan Boulevard Voltaire, 11th arrondissement | 87 die as four attackers storm music venue during a rock concert21.49 near  Le Bataclan Boulevard Voltaire. In 40 minutes eight terrorists killed 129 innocent civilians and maimed another 200, many of these critically. It was the worst atrocity in Europe since the Alcalá de Henares-Madrid bombings in 2004 when 191 persons from 17 countries were blown to infinity by the same terrorist source.

All sorts of theories are emerging now just as with the Russian airliner that blew up over Sinai in Egypt recently. I have long espoused the view that if any man is ready and willing to die in committing an atrocity of this nature he is virtually impossible to stop or anticipate. The 911 bombings in New York at the World Trade Centre was another one of these mass murders when 3000 people perished as was the Lockerbie Bombing of a Pam Am flight in 2003 when 270 souls were blown to bits. These mass murders will undoubtedly continue as there is no security system in the world that can prevent them.

Bono, the fool, described the massacre as an attack on ‘music’. What a plonker. I repeat that if I wished to walk into a disco anywhere in Europe with a cache of guns and grenades and was happy to be among the victims there is nothing to stop me committing wholesale carnage. This is why I take off my hat to Australia. No bullshit there about an inclusive society. Their immigration security system is the best in the world and nobody gets the benefit of the doubt. Proper order.

In this respect Ireland is a joke but will probably escape atrocities of this nature and magnitude because we are of no consequence on a global basis. If the Gendarmes of France and their Military are helpless in these situations can you imagine how the Irish Police Force and the Army would fare out? Better off to have the disciples of Baden Powell who at least have an appropriate motto to govern their members; ‘Be Prepared’.

 

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