The tree is finally down. Actually, I decided to leave the tree and just remove all its branches. It looks a bit weird but it reminds me of Nelson’s Pillar after the IRA blew it up. I actually had some pieces of the pillar debris but they got lost in one of my house moves.
Leastwise the house is a lot brighter, and I mean a lot. And that’s before there were leaves blocking the light [and the satellite signal]. I was very sorry to see it go but consoled myself with the thought of all that carbon that’s about to be released when the wood is burned.
The laptop is still playing Lotto. I have given up trying to fix it, having done a few more factory restores. It works in both Linux and Windoze but it’s an effort to get into either. I’ll just have to live with its annoying vagaries. Apart from that it’s a really lovely laptop.
As I scribble, there is a bloke working on our boiler. We thought it was a simple part replacement but it transpires that the entire boiler was clogged up with soot. He’s vacuuming up bag loads of stuff that he’ll probably sell on to the Fingerprint Section of the Major Crime Squad.
Okay. He’s gone. And the house is going into thermal overload. It should keep Herself happy anyway.
So the only big thing left is the car test. I’m dreading that. Not the test: the getting up before dawn.
According to our Glorious Gubmint current restrictions don’t allow visitors, even in the garden. Not one. If I chatted to a neighbour over the fence I would probably be breaking the law. How that would cause mass deaths and disrespect for the HSE, I don’t know but the law is the law. Anyhows, in the last few days I reckon we have had around ten people around, from nurses and boiler people through tree surgeons [surely surgeons are medical?] to neighbours helping themselves to some nice beech logs and even just neighbours calling.
Womxn is a term used to be inclusive of trans and nonbinary women.
So not content with mutilating the whole concept of gender [and some mutilating their own bodies in the process] they now want to mutilate the language as well. Good fucking luck to them. [Or should that be thxm?]
The radio playlist thing is the usual farce. Women [womxn?] want more female singers to be played on air. But seeing as they are so fucking confused about their gender[s], and in some doubt as to what exactly “female” is then maybe I should rephrase that as a desire to hear less men? Who knows what a woman is these days? Personally I couldn’t give a shite as I don’t listen to Irish radio anyway.
Just as a side note I notice that this new “Why Not Her” [?!] movement is led by music industry consultant Linda Coogan Byrne, global development executive Bernadette Sexton, and researcher and academic Dr Brenda Donohue. Oy! This is blatant gender discrimination! We men demand a male representation on the board!
There are a few mentions today about the Golden Globes awards. There is great celebration at the “diversity” of the winners and a lot of knicker wetting at a woman [womxn?] winning best picture. The winner of Best Actor [which surely is sexist?] was black and dead so that must have pleased the feminazis and the diversity mob with one blow?
Has anyone noticed the parallel between the diversity/gender equality mob and the Anti Smokers? All they wanted was one non-smoking carriage on a train and now look where we are. How long before all mention [or even hint] of gender will be abolished? When will the time come when we shall be sentenced to six-months Diversity Re-Education because we accidentally used a gender specific pronoun?
These diversity people are just a shower of cunts.
People turned out in their masses to protest at this seemingly never-ending lockdown.
There was a bit of a mill when the police decided to charge at the partygoers and this of course was the headline news of the day.
All the top knobs came on one by one to condemn the “rioters”, labelling them as anti-vaccine, anti-mask and anti-lockdown protestors, far right groups, and those intent on trouble and disorder. They originally included the far-left but for some reason withdrew that group. We had MyHole and Varadkar, the leaders of the various other parties and the chief of police all condemning the goings on in the city. Apparently without exception they were scum and were an insult to the “ordinary people of Ireland”.
Lets imagine a scenario:
As a lad, I have an idea for a business. I go off and borrow large sums to set up that business and to my delight the business is a success. I employ a few people and quickly become friends with the staff. We are one happy family providing a service to our customers. Times can be tough but it’s worth it working twelve to fourteen hours a day to keep the business going and maybe make some plans for expansion. I’m happy.
Then along comes a virus and the gubmint suddenly decides I and my business are “not essential”. I have to let my staff go and shut up shop. For the best part of a year I still have to buy food, pay bills and probably continue to pay off my business loans and rates. I have no income. I am alone. The business I worked so hard for looks less and less like it will survive. Depression sets in as the future looks ever gloomier.
I’m normally a quiet bloke. I keep my head down. I have nothing against vaccinations or even masks [apart from them being a constant reminder of restrictions]. I’m not a member of any political group. I am just an ordinary Joe Rasher who has reached breaking point.
Well, I fixed my laptop [I think] for the moment [holding my breath] and it seems to be working as expected. Until the next time I switch it off and on, of course.
The beech is still standing behind the house and a neighbour is using a chainsaw just to add salt to the wound.
The central heating is still working on the backup boiler. Actually Central Warming would be a more apt description. No sign of the repair bloke which is surprising – he’s normally reliable.
The car is tested and tuned for its first roadworthyness test on Thursday. I’m dreading that as I have to be up in Dublin by nine in the morning. For fucks sake! Talk about an uncivilised hour? Who the fuck thinks that driving into a capital city at nine in the morning is somehow civilised?
The feeling of gloom has departed and been replaced by a feeling of total apathy and indifference.
And RTE radio are still fixated on their one and only subject – the Virus. I had to shut Herself’s door to cut out the waffle.
Is this normality?
I suppose it is.
Apropos of nothing, I came across this image in my Great Restore of the hard drive. I dunno where I found it originally.