Pussy Riot at Russian
The pop group Pussy Riot, girls in their early twenties who, in my opinion, can neither sing nor dance, performed an anti Putin song on the altar of Christ the Saviour Cathedral in Moscow. I would have given them two years for the name alone because I am an old fuddy-duddy, but Putin, an ex KGB officer in the old USSR, had to find some way of silencing his critics.
Governments can invent new ways of permitting anything.
“But Russia is a rogue nation, not democratic like the West,” I hear you cry. “We would never do that.” Well…….
Eric Holder is US Attorney General and he considers US security his top priority. The US has used drone planes to kill American citizens who were working with Al-Qaida. The US citizen, he says, is entitled to, wait for it, “due process” under the constitution, not “judicial process.” In other words the US army can kill a US citizen if they are convinced he is working with an enemy group. The citizen does not even need to be brought to trial. Now if the British had of thought of that! It sounds so much better than “shoot to kill,” doesn’t it?
You can twist words anyway you want.
Pussy Riot have now got two years to practice their singing and dancing in the Gulag. Pity their mothers didn’t know where they were when they went out.
Julian Assange gives a speech from the balcony of
Ecuador's embassy, as police wait outside.
Photograph: Rosie Hallam/Getty Images
Julian Assange’s mother knows where he is, as does the rest of the world. He is in the Ecuadorian Embassy in London, and he’s not allowed out. The address is 3 Hans Crescent London, Greater London SW1X 0LS and the phone number is 020 7584 1367, if you want to give him a call. Just ask for the Australian blonde haired lad that you don’t want to tell any secrets too. They’ll know who you’re talking about.
Imagine being stuck in a house all day, even if it is in a fashionable part of London. But it must be hell for poor Julian; all those diplomatic secrets passing under his nose and he can’t speak a word of Spanish. Now that’s torture enough for him. He can’t go out for a curry, he can’t sneak down to the local. Three or four big police men are waiting to pack him off to the United States, via Sweden. Perhaps the Americans will send a drone plane in to get their man.
Julian could order his curry by e mail. Seems like more and more people are ordering things over the internet; latest statistics show that 9% of all retail sales are carried out in this fashion. John Lewis are particularly good at selling by computer, they sell 20% of their turnover by this method. I know people who buy their groceries online. They order online and get the stuff delivered. If it got to that I’d order a fish supper and save myself the bother of cooking. But what does all this do to the local shop? We can’t cry about the death of our village street if we don’t support out local stores.
The Nolan Show
We should have a radio show about internet shopping. We could talk about the price of peas in Sainsbury’s, the Friday special in ASDA or the selection of waterproof summer wear we would need this year. And we could even complain about the quality of service.
They were complaining on Nolan on Friday. Some wee woman got on a train in Dublin at 6.45pm, left Connolly station at seven and arrived in Belfast shortly after midnight. Five hours from Dublin to Belfast. What a crime!
The University of Ulster sent out e mails by mistake offering places to kids who had just got their A level results. Then they received a correcting e mail saying the place was not offered at all.
Nolan wanted to make it a moral and legal matter. In his serious tone, which is oh so hard to take serious, he said, “Does the UU have a moral duty to give a place to these children they have made an unconditional offer too? And do they have a legal obligation to fulfill the offer made?”
Mr. Nolan, the wee woman from Belfast got on a train. The train broke down. These things happen. Grow up; mechanical devices break down. End of story. Did she never get a puncture on the way to a dance? She’s a lucky woman when her biggest complaint in this world is a slow train journey from Dublin to Belfast.
And the unconditional offers from the University of Ulster; mistakes are made, life’s like that and the quicker the children heading off to Uni find that out the better. Life does not run smooth and if you think that everything should be sorted for you and that all should run perfect then you shall be disappointed 50% of the time.
Percentage of the Week
50% is the number of the week; it is cropping up everywhere. 50% of all mortgages in the Free State are in negative equity; 50% of all businesses in the Free State are in “grave danger of failing.” If I was a business man down there with a negative equity house and a business in grave danger of failing I’d be saying my prayers.
I went to say a mouthful of prayers the other day. The wife and I headed off to Mass the other morning, Thursday I think it was. We go every day. We reckon that if Jesus goes to the bother of coming to us in Mass we may as well make the effort to go and meet him.
Anyway, I listened to the gospel. I try to do so everyday but sometimes my mind drifts. Now, where was I? Yes, talking about Mass. The gospel was about a man who owed a king hundreds of millions of pounds in today’s money. He could not pay and begged for mercy. The king granted mercy to him and let him go to rebuild his life.
On his way out he met a man who owed him a few quid for rent. He threatened to bankrupt him and to put him on the street. He would not grant mercy to the man who owed him a few quid.
Silly story really, unless you’re a homeowner facing eviction by a bank which has recently received bailout money and you’re paying taxes to keep in business. Something about Jesus makes his teaching as relevant today as it was then. “There shall be poor always,” he also said.
But the poor these days are happy, Fidelma is coming! Fidelma Healy Eames, a Galway lass whose name would not look out of place in Burke’s Peerage, is a Free State senator not adverse to the odd freebie. The Fabulous Fidelma was invited to Rwanda by Voluntary Service Overseas (VSO) Ireland to work on an education project. The agency paid for her flight and for her husband's.
Fidelma decided she wanted her husband to go with her for her safety and because she said she would be lonely without him.
"It's a strange culture and I wouldn't have had the confidence to go on my own," she is reported to have said, adding: "It was also probably a bit of loneliness."
Poor Fidelma described the work load on the Rwandan trip, saying: "We lived in shared accommodation, which was very basic. There was no running water and it had intermittent electricity.
"You couldn't drink the water, so you had to hold your mouth closed while someone washed your hair and you might not even have an iron."
A bit like Dublin really. You can’t drink the water in Clontarf either.
Have you any idea where Middle Ireland is? Well, before you go and look at a map you may be interested to know that “Middle Ireland” is not a place but a group of people, and according to Joan Burton, Social Protection Minister, these people can take no more. They are on the verge of bankruptcy.
Where have you been, Joan? The dogs in the street know that most of Ireland, middle, top and bottom is bankrupt.
What is it about closeted politicians, who know absolutely zilch about real life, that when they see something that is bleedingly obvious, they shout as if they have discovered the missing link?
The poor people of Ireland will soon have no running water. Those on the dole can only put their electric on intermittently, pensioners freeze all winter because they can’t afford heating oil—and Joan is surprised. Soon “Middle Ireland” will not be able to afford an iron.
Fidelma Healy Eames won’t have to go to Rwanda and Kenya on a freebie next year; she’ll be able to go up to Clontarf, where you have to boil the water before you drink it!
There was a Battle in Clontarf. Brian Boru, High King of Ireland, was trying to unite the island under his kingship. That was April 1014AD—998 years later we still haven’t finished the job. A bit like China and Japan.
Japanese activists land, raise flags
on disputed island, Uotsuri Island.
I see that on Sunday a Japanese group has invaded disputed islands of the coast of China and Japan. Rocky outcrops, of no possible use to anyone; but they are in the middle of an oil and gas field. Now that makes rocks important. Bit like the Falklands/Malvinas in the south Atlantic, a couple of hundred miles from Argentina. Again, oil has been discovered under the seabed around the islands just as the North Sea oil is beginning to slow down. Good news for the British Exchequer!
Oil is worth a lot of money. People would kill for it and others would die for it. They die over platinum in South Africa. The Lonmin Corporation was once Lonrho PLC and the name Tiny Rowland was very much associated with it. You may remember battles that Rowland had over the buying of Harrods in the 1970s. Lonrho has long been in the news.
Sir Angus Oglivy, married to a member of the British royal family, Princess Alexandra, was a Lonrho director and this increased media interest in the company's affairs. Ogilvy's career ended when Lonrho was involved in a sanctions-busting scandal concerning trade with Rhodesia. Prime Minister, Edward Heath, criticized the company, describing it in 1973 as "an unpleasant and unacceptable face of capitalism."
Thirty four miners dead, and Lonmin want them to go back to work before an investigation is completed. To see those bodies of men striking for a fair wage and better conditions you would nearly say that this is the unpleasant and unacceptable face of capitalism.
The unacceptable face of Islam raised its head again. An 11 year old girl arrested in Pakistan for blasphemy; she desecrated pages of the Koran. Now, had she insulted Putin that would have been a different matter! You have to hand it to the Muslims, you don’t go against their laws. I often wonder why when we hear these super atheists like Richard Dawkins attacking Jesus and mocking the Bible why you never hear them mocking “The Prophet and the Koran.” Our faith is an easy target or so they think. But they are mistaken.
Cardinal Keith O'Brien at Edinburgh Castle
Cardinal Keith O’Brien of Scotland, via Ballycastle, has told the Scottish Parliament where to get off as regards Gay Marriages. Many have taken on the Catholic Church; Nero in 64AD, the Vikings in 1000AD, the French during their revolution in the 1790s, Stalin in Russia, Hitler, who killed over 10,000 priests in the concentration camps. None of them have succeeded.
The Catholic Church is not going away, gay marriages or not. It sees itself as the Guardian of Truth and has rode out every storm that has ever come its way. All the above are gone and forgotten about, but the Church goes on. It will survive gay marriages, abortion and secularism. Truth is Truth. It isn’t something to be decided upon by a majority. It comes from God.
But it mightn’t survive it greatest threat; Eamon Gilmore. He closed down the Irish Embassy in the Vatican. What will the Church of Rome do?