Friday, September 18, 2009

“Shaking Hands acceptable” says Limerick priest

Fr Paul Finnerty, diocesan secretary confirms in this weeks Limerick Post that shaking hands is still acceptable in Mass. Concern had arisen amongst the mass going public that the  peace sign offered in Mass could transmit Swine Flu.

Fr. Finnerty comments in the piece “I have noted the HSE’s concerns as to the dangers of persons with flu’ symptoms attending at Mass and other church services.

“This constitutes the greatest danger of all in terms of spreading disease. It is advisable that persons with symptoms of flu’ not to participate in church services during their illness”.

and urges those with Flu symptoms not to attend Mass.

One would think that the Church would be encouraging the sick to flock en Mass (pardon the pun) to regular Sunday services. Where else could you expect to find a miracle cure or a pick me up. Where would the Church be today if Jesus had asked the sick to stay away from his sermons? Somehow I can’t picture the image of St Peter on the shore of Lake Galilee proclaiming to the Blind “If you can’t see your name on the list, then you can’t come in”

Consideration must be used in deciding exactly how far you want to extend the peace thing. No comment could be found from Fr. Finnerty on the recent case of  Tolu Akintepe and his wife Bunmi, who were caught in the act of having sex on the altar of the Pentecostal church in Ikeja, a suburb of Lagos, Africa.

More a case of “Bless me Father for I am sinning”. At least if she had screamed “Oh God” it would have been in the right place.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

The internet

How did we live without the Internet. You can take your mobile phones, plasma TV's game boys and shove them up the hairiest part of your hairy arse. But not the Internet, these days we are like Siamese twins joined at the fingers. Twits Twittering, Face book, Bebo, MySpace, your space, his space, blogging.....never have so many people had the opportunity to publish so much personal detail and so much shite about themselves in one place.

Its scary to think that people can have friends all over the globe and share the most intimate details of themselves and their lives over the Internet and yet never manage to even know their neighbours surnames. Why would anyone tell you their date of birth, movies they watch, distinguishing features and show pictures of themselves and their children to the whole world or at best to some faceless strangers.

Aside from the desire to publish every last bit of information about your self on the net so that some like minded (pervert) can converse electronically with you, the Internet is probably single greatest educational tool since the blackboard duster. Where else can we see 'shopped photos of Brian Cowen, learn the starting line up for the 1983 Limerick Hurling team in their epic league game to Tipperary or watch every form of porn known to man.

The Internet has liberated Ireland and allowed 100 years of censorship to be eroded in a day. Thanks to this wondrous invention we can now (no matter how depraved or perverted our tastes may be) find pictures, movies and like minded individuals to indulge ourselves. 

No other tool developed allows us to share information, pictures, feelings, emotions and now video as easy as the Internet. Through this wonderful medium we can laugh, we can cry, we can dance around in frilly pink underwear holding a large cucumber whilst conversing with a truck driver named Skeeter in Arkansas whilst he pretends to be a cute 21 year old co ed named Debbie.

The Internet has allowed us to bare our souls and share our hopes dreams and fears for this world. It allows us to open up our lives and make this world we live in a smaller more humbling place. Best of all we can do this anonymously. Safe in the knowledge that no matter what shite we say, no matter what we write that a level of anonymity exists. Where else can you stumble into a forum, openly declare your love/ hatred for a topic, insult and flame (is that word dead now) everyone that disagrees with your opinion and feel you like a panellist on Questions and Answers or prime Time trying to look intelligent and not stare at Miriam's boobs. Where else can we lol, rofl, lofl or even gsfy (go shite for yourself) with complete strangers.

We live in the golden age. Once Bosco sang "if you want to know the time ask a policeman"....now world clock will tell you the time in Rio De Janerio, New York, Moscow and Tubbercurry. Once we read and studied to find knowledge. Now we can ask yahoo or Google or search through Wikipedia. Wikipedia, a value database of semi fictional bull shit soon to become the new Bible. Once we sat and spoke to each other over a pint, a cup of tea, the garden fence. Now we converse by PC, mobile phone. We speak more with our fellow contributors to the Star Wars thread on sciencegeeksdotcom that we do to our own families. We can watch sunsets in the Arctic, camels pissing in the Sahara and hookers on the streets of Amsterdam and never have to get dressed, pack a suitcase or buy a plane ticket.

Yes the Internet is all we need. Access to millions, no billions of friends. Knowledge at our finger tips. The ability to shape and help lives all over the planet and share the little gems of knowledge that have helped us through this life. A magical tool that can bring us closer together, a tool that no matter what colour, creed, religion or race you are we can all be safe in the knowledge that we are all one, we are all the same, all searching for those few good photos of Angelina Jolie in the nude.

Friday, September 11, 2009

NAMA, I have a cunning plan

I've been scratching my head all week thinking about NAMA. After several bottles of head and shoulders and a fairly intensive lice treatment I'm no closer to making any sense of it.
In simplistic terms. I buy a 1984 Ford Fiesta with alloy wheels, no engine and a rear spoiler for slightly more that its worth (lets say 35 million Euro). I of course don't have 35 million euro so i go straight to my bank manager. My learned friend in the bank recognising that 1984 Ford Fiesta's are selling like hot cakes lends me the money confident that 1984 Ford Fiesta's will be worth 50 million in a few months.

Of course reality sets in and when I try to drive my car I realise its useless. I try to off load it fast but the market if full of 1984 Ford's, 1985 Nissan Micra's and a glut of Honda Civic's with dodgy rear suspensions.

My banking friend who has loaned all this money is bricking it. At this point market forces should come into play. I should contact my local knacker who will come along and take my prize piece of junk and offer me "500 Euro boss, that's all she's worth".

My banking friend should be having a "Deliverance" style meeting with me and taking everything I own (including a rather soiled pair of underpants).

But as near as I can see that is not what is happening. The government is offering to buy the 1984 Ford at lets say 20 million. NAMA is hoping that the Ford will someday become a classic and might be worth, not 35 million but 50 or even a 100 million. This classic bit of market strategy is going turn our country around. The only thing missing here is Baldrick uttering those immortal words

“I have a cunning plan Mr Cowen”

Truly, am I missing something here?

Friday, August 28, 2009

TGIF, with apologies to Atheists !

Thank God its Friday. Friday is day like no other in the week. For many the work week is over, the chance to get drunk get laid or for the lucky few, both awaits us. It is like Christmas Eve with the promise of a few days rest, a bit of adventure and who knows.

Today being Friday got me thinking. Who exactly do atheists thank for it being a Friday. In general being an Atheist in Ireland must be hard work. Don't get me wrong, being a Catholic isn't a bed of roses either. What with going to mass once a year, church gate collections and the like, being a Catholic can be hard work. But in fairness to them, the Atheist's have it rough. Firstly, how does an Atheist swear. "In da name of Jaysus" is hardly appropriate. For years going to hurling matches I thought Indanameofjaysus played full forward for Limerick with Forfucksake and Jesuswept being the 2 corner forwards. Similarly, "In de name of God what was that for ref" or "In de name of God, what the fuck were you thinking" can't be used.

Given that 90% of Irish swear words involved some reference to religion this seriously affects an Atheists capability to follow/ play sports. Staying with sports, assuming our Atheist friends overcome the verbal challenges to playing or watching, exactly who do they turn to at that vital penalty kick or with 2 minutes to go in the semi final with your team down by a point. One wonders how God deals with all the prayers around All Ireland final time. Right now he must be inundated with Tipperary folk praying for a ticket, praying for the Cats to lose or generally praying for a ride off some teacher he meets in Copper Face around final time. Who amongst us has not promised to do a Novena at some vital point in a match?

Expanding on that, who do Atheists call on after passing a Garda speed camera whilst doing 70 in a 60 km zone. Anyone that has travelled out the Ennis road and is still without penalty points cannot tell me that prayer doesn't work. Assuming you can get by without the swearing, that you can play full forward and not have to scream "in da name of Jaysus let it in da fuk will ya" every 5 minutes at your half back line and that you are comfortable collecting penalty points, there are many more challenges that you will face. Easter and Christmas must be a right pain in the arse for Atheists. Not that they can't join in, but it must be a bit like celebrating your mother in laws birthday being Atheist around religious holidays. How exactly does an Atheist feel when in the middle of making love, their partner screams "oh God yes, yes". Do they stop? Is it an insult or a compliment?

And after struggling through life missing out on the sports, the sex and the chocolate eggs, what rewards do our Atheist friends get. Well, nothing actually. Most organised religions offer eternal paradise or re incarnation. For me, eternal paradise would involve being reincarnated as Angelina Jolie's bra, but that's a different story. So we clock out blissfully hoping that we are going to a better place. Atheists just clock out. I know organised religion has its challenges. Being a Sikh involves wearing a large jet engine on your head, no breakfast roll for our Muslim friends. Buddhists, Hindu and Judaism all come with challenges. All organised religions are however agreed on one point, and that is that Atheists are wrong. Despite knocking the shite out of each other for generations, Catholics and Protestants, Jews and Muslims, Sikhs and Hindu's all agree that Atheists are wrong. That's an awful lot of people to disagree with. So an Atheist's life is not an easy one. "In da name of Jaysus" why would anyone be one. Please God, they'll find a cure soon though.

Friday, August 14, 2009

For the weekend thats in it.

Justin Mc disillusioned with the talent Limerick has to offer went looking for new talent in war-torn Fallejuah in Iraq. Hoping that maybe someone had taught an illegitimate son a bit of stick work he spotted an unlikely game of hurling one day in the market place. Spotting an amazing talent he resolves to take him to Ireland to play for Limerick. The youngster, dying to get out of his horrible existence, agrees.

In the All Ireland semi final Limerick are playing Tipperary and Justin's newest recruit is playing. At 15 points each going into the last minute of the game the ball drops to Saddam who runs past 3 Tipp  players to score the winning goal. Soon after there are wild celebrations as Limerick celebrate their win. Saddam is hailed as a hero and invited by the manager to guzzle back champagne back in the dressing room with the rest of the team. But before doing this, Saddam insists that he be able to ring his mother at home to tell her the good news.On the phone to his mother, he says "Guess what mum, you won't believe what happened here today, we won the game and I scored the winning goal and I'm a hero....."His mother interrupts ".....you selfish bastard", she says "you are always thinking of yourself. Do you have any idea what happened to us today. Your father has been killed, your sister was taken away from us gang raped, and our house has been burnt to the ground!"."But Mum, your not being fair. You're acting as if all this was my fault", says Saddam.You're damn right it is", she replies. "It was your idea for us to move to Limerick....!!!"

Monday, August 10, 2009

Running to Stand Still (II)

The race is on hold. 7 nicely placed staples in a head wound totally screws my training plans. Oh well maybe it was not meant to be.

Accident and Emergency

I had the distinct displeasure to have to go to the Regional A+E this weekend. After an accident (details way too embarrassing to be published here but no alcohol was involved) I arrived in A+E on Sat evening (5.30 p.m), dripping blood from a large head wound. After being handed an invoice for 100 Euro (the hospitals first action) I was seen by a nurse after 10 to 15 minutes.

The fact that both my hands were red with blood did not deter the willing receptionist from handing the invoice to me. The nurse looked at my wound and told me it had stopped bleeding and was going to send me back out to reception to wait. I pointed out the red liquid on my face probably was coming for the rather large cut on my head. She looked again and bandaged me up. On asking to use the sink to wash my hands I was told to use the public toilets.
Washing a considerable amount of blood from my hands in the public toilets (apologies if you had to use the toilet after me, I tried to clean it best I could but with no paper towels and v little toilet roll, there is only so much you can do) I then proceeded to join the "game show" that is A+E. Every 20 minutes or so a nurse would appear at the door and shout a name ala game show contestant.....Moving enviously through the throngs waiting the nervous contestant would step forward and through those magic doors.
Some 3 hours later (and several asks at reception including one snippy comment to me that I had only being waiting 1 hour 45 minutes and usual wait time was 4 hours) I pleaded with a nurse that I had children to collect. For almost 2 hours it looked like no one had left the A+E waiting room. They went through the magic doors and 10 minutes later came back out to the waiting room.
The nurse took pity on me and "fast tracked" my case. Yes, those were the words used by the nurse and Doctor, "3 hours 25 minutes = fast track"
Cleaned and stapled I left the war zone that was now becoming A+E. A bill for 100 Euro had purchased me several staples and a first hand look at what state of the art medical care has become.
Perhaps I was unlucky or perhaps it was bad timing but "Care" is not a word I would use to describe my visit on Sat evening.

In no other case I can think of do you get your bill first. Asking how long I might be, was greeted with a look of shock and horror. At one point the front face of A+E (recpetionist) told me "I don't know go ask a nurse".
I am sure conditions in A+E are not helped by cut backs and typical Limerick Sat visitors but I am certain that the patient is only an inconvenience in hospitals today. Our 100 Euro charge does not pay for care and the dignity of being treated like a person. I am glad that my visits to A+E are few and far between.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Running to Stand Still

17 days to the 10 mile race in Dublin. First night out road running in a few days. Out to Kilmurray and back in 56.36 mins means a pretty solid time. No real issues in completing it. Tomorrow is a hurling training night which should work a little on cardio.

Monday, July 27, 2009

Limerick Hurling

Is Justin a tactical genius. Did he take a look at the permutations and figure a loss to Waterford would leave the easier route to the final or is it better to be born lucky rather than good.

So far this season the men in green have played like the men in red. Doing just enough to win without looking anywhere flattering Limerick find themselves in an All Ireland semi against next door neighbours Tipperary. Grinding out results (ala Munster) Limerick are an enigma. Being a Limerick fan means you enter into the game against Tipperary not sure which Limerick turns up. Given the history between these teams and the prize on offer it should be the game of the season but who knows.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

The truth shall set ye free

I did this test this morning and am NOT surprised at the results…..

Your result for The Am I Gay? Test ...

Way Not Gay

Stand up and be heard! You're ###% gay!

Way Not Gay

Maybe you're not actually homophobic, but you seem to not have a shred of gay in you

http://http://www.helloquizzy.com/results/the-am-i-gay-test/?fromCGI=1&var_homopoints=-12

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Thought for the day

Cogito Ergo Sum

Descartes famous quote. I like to modify it slightly to

“In your mind the word can’t should not exist”.

Where we are in life is really all about the place we stop and look at things. Our sense of victory or defeat is really defined by how and when we look at it. Our attitude to the problem often prevents us finding the solution.

I think therefore I am should really be a motivation to say I think I can therefore I will. Most often in life we approach things believing that we cannot do it instead of the opposite.

Monday, June 29, 2009

A fresh start

Sometimes a fresh start is needed. Welcome to my world Part 2.