November 3rd 2015

So much for Saints and Souls! On Saturday last one of those flying machines crashed in the Sinai region of Egypt killing all 224 passengers on board. More lost souls. The plane was a Russian airliner, registered in Ireland where it received its most recent MOT. Despite massive recovery efforts, to date less than half the bodies have been recovered and only nine have been identified. This has led to widespread speculation that the plane may have been blown up either from a ground missile or an inside job. The Americans say that no terrorism is involved, weapons experts claim that the Sinai Province of the Islamic State (sounds like a remote Cumann of Fianna Fail) doesn’t have the weapons ability to blow up a plane with a missile at 33000ft. and the aviation experts claim that technical faults or human error are not to blame. So what caused a plane to split in two halves five miles up in the sky? Bless my soul it could only be politics. One thing is certain, the real culprits will predictably get off scot-free.

Halloween always brings out the bright sparks. Some three weeks ago a diminutive member of the mobile fraternity parked his wanderly wagon outside the boundary wall of a vacant site on the Moigh road in Ballymahon against the wishes of the adjacent neighbours and the directors of the old swimming pool. The Prodigal, being a director of the old sports ground, interviewed the landlord of this caravan and requested that he find a more scenic location for his temporarily immobile home. He scorned my suggestion and said he would move when the County Council gave him a brand new house for free. The prodigal was sorely offended and withdrew. Lo and behold, on Halloween Night, old Prometheus arrived and your man’s habitation was reduced to a rusty bucket of ashes. The weather is promised a little cooler.

Fianna Fail recently held its selection convention for a candidate for the upcoming General Election. What a load of horseshit! The two male candidates are carrying pension books which I greatly admire but have as much political acumen between them as my dog China. The one female candidate has some common sense but has the misfortune of her gender. At any rate the supreme wizards at the head of affairs directed the chairman (another moron of the National Parliament) to nominate the female for party funding purposes. Much weeping and gnashing of dentures among the spurned candidates and their loyal bands of supporters. I predict that these two pretend contenders will rant and rave about the ‘grassroots’ being overlooked and would kick up murder if they were able. I further predict that neither of these hack yokels will have the self-belief to run as an independent. As Albert Reynolds once famously said “That’s women for ya”.