Be Brave

Right-wing's what you do when you're scared, and we're all a little scared sometimes. That doesn't make it right.

The Road to Freedom

Did you know that cyclists can:

• Cycle the wrong way down a one-way street;


• Cycle on the path;


• Break red lights at will;


• U-turn in busy traffic (while on their mobile);


• Knock down pesky pedestrians?

Indeed one privileged chap I saw flew out of the walkway between Dame Street and the Stag's head, straight across a road of moving traffic and into Templebar. No wonder the Council Bikes Scheme is such a success! Sign up and you too can ride roughshod over the rules of the road. Indeed once in the saddle it's likely you can ride naked, if you wish. All roads are open to you! Ultimately human and bike shall merge in a wondrously orgiastic cycle of atomic osmosis!

What we need is a famine....

It's funny to see how the extent of Irish revolt at the Government's rape of this country is confined to polite letters in newspapers. And blog posts. Once the bellies are full, or halfway there, there is little appetite for rebellion.
There's a pleasant song in the much underrated movie "Cannibal! The Musical" called "Hang the Bastard! (Hang Him High!)". Surely a theme song for the revolution that can be modified to the plural? (We can all think of a few names to add to the lyrics.)
And thinking of "Cannibal"...shouldn't our representatives be good for something? Like perhaps keeping those bellies filled and the revolution quelled? A modest proposal, I think.

Apologies

I've really let things slide. I'll get to writing something in the next few days. For what's it's worth I've read a bit, seen a bit, listened a bit and otherwise kept myself entertained. Life, however, is not something for frivolities, and the last two weeks have seen me attend two unexpected funerals. Good people gone. Very strange days.