Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it whether it exists or not, diagnosing it incorrectly, and applying the wrong remedy. ~Ernest Benn

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Roaring Backslappers & Raging Bull Talkers

Roaring Backslappers & Raging Bull Talkers                                              Chicago’s ‘Irish American News’, February 2018   “I’m not on speaking terms with half of the people here because I tell them what they don’t want to hear while they stand around like a bunch of glad-handing, back-slapping jackasses, congratulating each other on what they didn’t understand to begin with”.  – the late, great Jerry Fielding, who wrote the soundtracks for director Sam Peckinpah, amongst others. No wonder he and Sam got on.   The New Year and Christmas season was over and I was coming back to Galway after a two-week break in Scotland.  I had been in the small town of Ayr on the west coast where I was incredibly lucky with the weather.  In fact, there were days when I felt like that guy in Lost Horizon:  wandering through the ice and snow of the Himalayas only to come across this inexplicably warm valley. Now I was at the airport and hearing of delay after delay as the snow really began to come down.  That was OK, though; I’d rather spend all night in an airport than not arrive at all. Finally, aboard the flight, I had my usual feelings of excitement as I awaited takeoff and for the ground to fall away from under us as we get one of those reminders of just how tiny we really are.  I’ve been incredibly lucky to have travelled or worked in well over thirty countries through the years and I love flying; but that feeling of awe that anything as big as a plane can actually stay up there has never left me.  I hope it never does. Yet as we took off I looked over the aisle at the kid across from me.  He was maybe ten years of age... Full Article →

On Death and Grief – Anthony King 1986 – 2017

“The Ones We Dream On…” “The hardest to think on are the ones who let it go, from sadness or worry or just not wanting to carry the weight of this life no more.   They are the ones I dream on.”                                                                                            Justin Cronin, The Passage.     Between one thing and another, it’s just been one hell of a year; the kind of year I hope I never go through again. For one, it was coloured in every shade of black by the suicide of a man who was the son of and brother of two women that I care deeply about. They didn’t deserve what happened to them, the mother and the sister.   And nothing can change that.  They simply didn’t deserve it: didn’t deserve the grief that this 30-year old man has left behind him; didn’t deserve the agony of loss they have endured; didn’t deserve the pain that must be suffered when you’ve loved someone only to see them take their own life. For they are a loving mother and sister; but neither of them will ever truly understand what drove their son and brother to this final, desperate act. For me, Anthony King saw no other way out of the mess he was in. I can see that; his mother, I think, can see that. His sister, a young woman who loved her brother so much, I’m not sure of.  Nor of his father, who has been left quietly devastated.  But I pray that some day they will understand, no matter how dimly. They loved and love him, you see; but I don’t think – and how could they? – that they will ever get what was going on in that tormented head at the end. It’s not as if he was doing anything illegal;... Full Article →

Christmas Greetings from Bono, Bob & the Banks

Christmas Greetings from Bono, Bob & the Banks     Although written in mid-November, this is from the December 2017 issue of Chicago’s ‘Irish American News.’     They’re worse than ever they were, the bankers; worse than ever.  More arrogant; more brutal; certainly more divorced than ever from their customers. I personally think that a lot of it is that they were shown up as being no smarter than any of what they see as the peasants; and in most cases much, much less so.  On September 30th, 2008, the gutless Irish government bailed them out – under cover of darkness and with the Dail bar kept open until the small hours lest they become thirsty – and guaranteed through a bail-out the whole of their liabilities.  One would think that it would have put some manners on them.  After all, in theory we now owned the banks. What a laugh that was.  They kept their heads down for all of two minutes and then, when it was obvious that no one was going to be answerable, back they bounced with more of an iron fist than ever. The ‘tracker mortgage’ scandal goes on and on.  At the end of September of this year, some nine years after they made saps of us, Bank of Ireland have – under pressure, mind – come up with yet another 4,300 customers who were deliberately overcharged.  That is now 10,300 people who were harassed unrelentingly over a period of years. Harassed and hounded and chased until many had their spirits broken and many more lost their homes. And what do we get at the end of it?  We get Bank of Ireland telling us on November 9th that they will be writing to give those concerned ‘a range of options’. A range... Full Article →