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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“Let’s be Careful out There…”

“Let’s be Careful out There…” Obviously written just after Liam Neeson upset the Usual Suspects — and before the most boring, right-on Oscars in history — this appears in Chicago’s Irish American News for March, 2019. It was the regular watch-your-backs utterance on most ‘Hill Street Blues’ episodes.  There was Sergeant Phil Esterhaus, played by the great Michael Conrad, telling his men that they had better be careful out there.  And he was spot on.  Those cops were going out into a world where they might be shot at or stabbed.  ‘Let’s be careful out there.’  Too damned right.  Fast-forward a few decades and you also have to watch every word that you say or write, proving once again what a crazy old world we live in.  Because there are anonymous cowards out there, all puffed-up with their newfound power of a keyboard and who are perpetually on the look-out for something to be offended over. As the actor Liam Neeson found out this past month. You know what I’m on about by now:  Neeson was giving one of those boringly tepid puff-piece interviews that anyone actually interested in cinema dreads almost as much as I’m sure the actors dread themselves. These days, I avoid them. If I like a movie, I just like it and that’s it.  Case in point:  I loved the latest remake of A Star is Born; and as a hardcore Kris Kristofferson fan I nearly gave it a miss, thinking that it couldn’t possibly be better than the version with himself and Streisand.  Hit that bell – *Wrong!* It was great…but as I hear Lady Gaga and Bradley Cooper gushing and whispering sweet nothings to each other in every bloody interview, I’m about at the point where if I never hear of it again it... Full Article →

Who’s that Knocking at the Door?

Who’s that Knocking at the Door? Chicago’s Irish American News, February 2019 “Well, how do you do? I see you’ve met my faithful handyman. He’s just a little brought down because when you knocked He thought it was the Candyman.” The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Most of us had our own special little wish for the Christmas just gone.   After all, it was that time when we hope that the Man in the Red Suit will reward us for being nice rather than naughty. I had the same wish as I always have:  that the beautiful Candyman actress Virginia Madsen would come down my chimney in a Santa Clause outfit. But, as usual, nothing.  Zilch.  Another year, another no-show.  Even though I’d tried repeating her name five times whilst staring into the mirror.  Maybe she doesn’t know the way to Oranmore. Still, it could have been worse; I could have been living in the Dublin Rathdown constituency of Minister for Transport Shane Ross.  Shane, it seems, got it into his head – proving that not much else can be going on in there – that after dark on Christmas Eve (yes, Christmas Eve!) would be the ideal time to wander around whilst wearing a Santa hat in order to deliver little pamphlets telling a lot of harassed parents what a fine fellow he is and what a great job he is doing.  And if he had just stopped with dropping them in through the letter-box and then buggering off into the night, maybe it wouldn’t have been too bad. I mean, relatively speaking, like.  After all, there is no time that looking out of your window and seeing Shane leppin’ around the place like the Ghost of Christmas in Hell would be a good thing.  You’d never be the better... Full Article →

Reasons to be Cheerful

  Chicago’s Irish American News, December 2018       Good old Sinead O’Connor.  Well, as was.  Between the jigs and the reels I haven’t found a lot to smile about these past few months, but Sinead’s latest shenaninigans are… oh, different.  Even for her. As you’ll know by now, Sinead O’Connor is no more. Earlier this year she changed her name to Magda Davitt.  Something to do with wishing to rid herself of ‘parental curses’; you know – the usual problems that beset all of us.  Nobody seems to have noticed or cared and so now she’s done the big one:  converting to Islam and changing her name once again, this time to Shuhada Davitt.  Apparently it means something like ‘martyr’ which would appear to be appropriate considering how the lady has always viewed herself. With a proper sense of occasion Shuhada/Sinead wrote in October: “This is to announce that I am proud to have become a Muslim.  This is the natural conclusion of any intelligent theologian’s journey.  All scripture study leads to Islam.  Which makes all other scriptures redundant.” She then went on to burst into song with a rousing rendition of the Islamic call to prayer which, if recorded, one suspects will probably NOT equal ‘Nothing Compares 2 U’ in selling power.  Or even on a list of memorable tunes to hum along to. Naturally enough, Shuhada Magda’s conversion – ah hell, I’m just going to write Sinead for the sake of convenience – is her own business.  And if she wants to share her happiness with us, that’s fine too; whatever floats your boat, says I. But Sinead being Sinead, she has never been one to leave things alone and so of course she had go that extra step and – having given it possibly no... Full Article →