I’m so old I can remember when Gemma O’Doherty was throwing around like snuff at a wake threats to sue anyone who suggested she was anti-vaccine. #SueMeGemma
I could go on, but dipping into #SueMeGemma’s timeline is not good for the soul.
On the day when #EmmaMhicMhathúna died preventably and unnecessarily at 37, and left behind her five beloved children, let us once and for all expose the cruelty, stupidity and the ingrained misogyny of those who oppose the HPV vaccine. And please do #SueMeGemma.
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Outside Westminster this morning, a Brexiteer told me Ireland’s biggest problem is “You have a man who’s adopted Ireland and he’s far fonder of the EU than he is of Ireland.”
When I asked who he meant, he confirmed he meant the Taoiseach.
“He’s as Irish as I am,” I said.
“No he’s not,” said an older woman, in a “don’t be silly” voice. She was carrying a Leave Means Leave banner. “Verruca? He’s Not Irish, he’s an Indian, isn’t he?”
When I asked about possible job losses at Nissan’s Sunderland plant, she said “Good riddance. I cannot stand the Japanese.”
She also told me she’s a distant cousin of David Prowse. I’m not sure what Lord Vader might make of all that.
Day 1 of a challenge by @PhelanVicky to post seven covers of books I love. No reviews, just the covers. With each day, I will ask a friend to take up the challenge. Today I nominate @AkaPaulHoward
Day 2 of a challenge by @PhelanVicky to post seven covers of books I love. No reviews, just the covers. With each day, I will ask a friend to take up the challenge. Today I nominate @rmcg2799.
Day 3 of a challenge by @PhelanVicky to post seven covers of books I love. No reviews, just the covers. With each day, I will ask a friend to take up the challenge. Today I nominate @philipnolan1
When I was small I thought Stan Lee (born Stanley Leiber) must have been the greatest — or at least the most prolific — writer ever, given all the comics he wrote. Later lawsuits suggested things were a bit more complicated. A gifted self-publicist and judge of artistic talent,
Lee was part of the “work-for-hire” system which saw young artists sign away their creations for a pittance. Stan would give an artist a sketchy plot and — once they’d finished drawing 20 pages of story — Stan added dialogue and claimed he wrote the whole thing.
For the three-part 1966 Fantastic Four saga, where an angelic herald selects the Earth as the next meal for the planet-eating celestial giant Galactus, Stan’s entire initial creative input had reputedly been to give Jack Kirby (born Jacob Kurtzberg) with the four word instruction
In 1950, Woody moved into the Beach Haven Apartment complex in Brooklyn, becoming a tenant of one Fred Trump.
Trump had availed of federal grants to build that complex, grants which were contingent upon his accommodating Black veterans of WWII
Trump took the Government's money and then refused to allow any Black tenants in Beach Haven.
When Woody discovered this, he was incensed.
In a white heat of rage, he wrote:
"I suppose
Old Man Trump knows
Just how much
Racial Hate
he stirred up
In the bloodpot of human hearts
When he drawed
That color line
Here at his
Eighteen hundred family project."
On the morning of the 7th of June 1996 in the Co Limerick village of Adare, heroic Irish soldiers, acting under the authority of the legitimate Government of Ireland, attempted to liberate vital funding and – in the course of their duties –
were forced to open fire upon cowardly agents of the traitorous Free State government, killing one.
If you don’t recall it quite like that, there’s a good chance you’re an establishment stooge or – like me – an FF/FG/Labour lackey. It may even be possible you’re Endangering The Peace Process.
My friend Dave "Rookie" Roche, who’s in his mid-nineties, tells a great story about the famous Fermoy poet and full-time alcoholic Jack Devine standing outside Tommy Baker's barber shop one Sunday morning long ago as the car with the loudhailer on the roof drove past.
“COME TO FERMOY SHOW. THIS SUNDAY. FERMOY SHOW. THE CREAM OF THE COUNTRY WILL BE THERE."
"The cream of the country?" says Jack. "More like the cunts from the creamery."
Another time Jack was sinking pints above in the Forge one night when Doctor Hanley started rubbing Jack's considerable belly.