Saturday, 16 August 2008

The Irish Funeral Prayer

Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Everything remains as it was.
The old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no sorrow in your tone.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effort
Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was.
There is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner.
All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting, when we meet again.

written by Henry Scott Holland

I found this today, which I thought was worth keeping. You can't knock the Irish for their woeful weepy words....they can take a sentence and twist ever enough to melt your heart.

I sat there three weeks ago and watched P.S I Love You, and felt amazed at the dozen or so scenes that lifted you up and beyond just an average movie or script. Its rare to find a 4-star movie these days and I fell back to the Irish dream that I carry around. The Irish saga of The Quiet Man, locked me in my youth, into a mental state of forever Ireland.

I am captivated by the scenes, the history, the language, the humor, and the people. The sad thing is that I've barely spent three days in Ireland in my entire life. I'd like to take an entire month, and just drive the entire circle. It'd like take out every bit of life and energy in me.....but its a dream that I have.

Gallagher's Field










We used to swim
at Gallagher's Field,
where the bottom
was almost bare,
of the river and of
the swimmers who swam
when the sun
and the Summer
were there;
and I try to remember,
whenever I can,
that I cannot remember
a care.


By William Brendan McPhillips

More Drunk Russians?

Since I'm on a roll with ill-behaving drunk Russians and their foolish ways, lets check out the news from yesterday. Hmmm, two Russian pilots were arrested in the UK. Interestingly enough, they were about to fly a Boeing 767 at Manchester Airport. The two idiots were supposed to fly a 200-ton empty passenger jet to Moscow.

Apparently the airport security folks called the cops....who came and smelled alcohol and said that the two were struggling to stand up as they waited for their jet.

The cops then had the pilots breathalyzed at the scene and sources say they were well above the legal limit for flying.

So lets say they had made it past security and actually cranked up the plane, then continued sipping from miniature bottles of booze for the next two hours....crashing the plane into Kremlin Square....would anyone in Russia have cared? Just two Russian drunks....like the other fifty million other drunks in the country today.

Drunk Russians


If you look off Flicka, there are these shots and short story. Apparently the guy who took the pictures was down in the Dominican Republic (so I believe), and this drunk Russian was there taking his vacation. The guy sat there in the morning and downed four 8-ounce glasses of Rum (full rum, with nothing added but rum). He got fairly wasted quickly. Then the idiot fell into the pool.

The guy eventually is dragged out....well....they attempt to drag his butt out of the pool. If you notice, the guy is in his underwear only....not a swimming suit. The other shots show three or four guys tugging on the big boy.

This is a classy resort and this probably upset the management greatly....but I'd guess the guy paid a fair amount of cash for the experience.

Again, the typical drunk Russian like you'd expect.

The Obama Years and "Change"

Sitting in an imaginary world....upon the glorious thrill of the Obama years....getting all peppy....I began to visualize the years of "change". Its hard to discuss the Obama campaign without using the word "change". Its actually the push behind the entire effort now. Things have to change, which is the key to the public acceptance behind Obama.

So what do I see? Would we have a Secretary of "Change", and an entire government department? Well....no.

Would we have a massive "change" on social security and actually fix it? Well.....no.

Would we have a massive "change" on the tax codes? Well....no.

In fact, I have to lay this qualifier down very early in this discussion....Seventy-five percent of the change that he hints of....requires congressional approval. You can kinda guess....with a Republican effort there and the vast number of people controlling different agendas....that this area of change just isn't going to come, and if it does....it'll be diluted enough to just call it "semi-change" at best.

So we are left with a "change" program of a quarter of what he actually talks about weekly. Still, this might be worth holding out hope for. The executive order to allow gays into the military could still be possible....although its a magnet for congressional oversight and counter-laws which would toss his executive order out the front door. So that probably won't happen. The "change" involving carbon or global warming? Well...it'll get dragged out in court.

At the end of four years of Obama....the "change" thrill will be fairly limited. We won't see much to brag about and it'll probably hurt the second campaign effort more than help it. This was a good theme and most folks tend to buy off on it. But the reality is that the machine is geared to halt change. Our Republic isn't exactly something that allows an overall engine change with magnificent performance the very next day or month or year.

The sad thing is that this is a theme that sells....which McCain really can't brag much about....other than being the old guy who isn't likely to bring any change. Again, its the theme of two parties sponsoring two losers....and we'd be better off with Paris Hilton....but thats another story.

Bigfoot?

I waited several days before commenting on this entire episode, developing in Georgia and California. The press conference was yesterday in California....which really didn't change very much. The DNA analysis....wasn't helpful (human, possum, and something else came out of the three possible tests). The story borders around these guys accidentally finding the dead Bigfoot....then having a couple of other Bigfoot dudes watch them as they loaded the 500 pound body on the truck. I sat there....thinking....500 pounds and two guys lifting....and it just isn't so. Unless they had a lift or some kind of pulley....but then no one challenged them on this part of the story.

So I'm calling the story "BOGUS". Sadly, I must say that.....waiting still for a Bigfoot to fall out of the sky and become reality.