Look back in anger

When I started writing here nearly ten years ago I hadn't the faintest idea where I was going.

There was no plan or topic.  There was no intention other that to have a bit of craic and to see what happened.  If I had known that I would still be at it all these years on I probably wouldn't have started.  Initially I just scribbled off bits of whimsy but things seemed to have changed over the years.

So what brought about the change?

There was no singular occurrence, but just a gradual increase in frustration over the years.  My frustration was leveled at the so called "scientists" with their ever more ridiculous pronouncements, but even more so at the number of people who believe wholeheartedly in the utter bilge that was coming from the "scientists".

I am not a scientist [a true scientist, not one of those pocket-stuffing cunts with an agenda – they are not scientists] but I base my arguments on two simple things that require no knowledge of statistics or studies, but are based solidly on history and common sense.

History tells me straight off that all the talk of the "damage caused by smoking" is a right load of steaming crap.  In the last century nearly everyone smoked.  Yes, people died from respiratory diseases, but there was also a lot of pollution – does anyone remember smog, where visibility was down to a few yards because of coal smoke?  No one died of second hand cigarette smoke and its concept would have been a joke.  You would have been laughed out of it for even suggesting third hand smoke!

Yet now we are told that smoking causes a vast range of ailments but where is the evidence from history?  There isn't any.  And because people have "read it in the papers" the majority are scared witless by a wisp of smouldering leaf?  They believe that a brief "exposure" to a bit of tobacco smoke will cause irreparable damage yet are happy to hold regular barbecues in their garden which produce in the magnitude of thousands times more smoke?

So I am angry.

I am angry at those who because of their own little agendas and greed have stoked the fires of fear with their "studies" and their "reports".  They have done massive damage to society, causing death, unemployment, fear and loneliness without a scintilla of real evidence.  They really are the personification of evil.

I am angry at the politicians who have been led by the nose into passing laws which restrict freedom and interfere in everyone's lives.  They are criminally negligent in the treatment of the individual

I am angry at the Bovine Masses who believe all the shit that is shoveled at them on a daily basis without any thought, and who not only believe it but will shovel it out themselves to anyone who'll listen.  They are just criminally stupid.

But I am tired of being angry.

So where do I go from here?

I suppose I could go back to fluffy little stories about Penny, or give a daily account of what's growing in the garden?  I could tell tall tales of village life [I’d have to do some invention there – it’s a sleepy village].  I could write about my aching bones? 

I planted a House Leek last year at the edge of the terrace.

Nice.  Innit?

House Leek



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Look back in anger — 31 Comments

  1. Yes, Grandad, being angry makes one very, very tired sometimes. I know what you mean. But it needs those who are capable of getting angry and speaking out  – so keep it up, please!

    Apart from that: Your blog often is so much fun to read because you're so good at expressing anger in a humorous – and therefore very eloquent – way. Don't stop, please, don't take away my daily dosis of humorous anger. Or is it angry humor? 😉 It helps to know that apart from the bovine masses, there are a few kindred spirits around!

    • The problem is that in the main, the only people who read this stuff are people who agree with me anyway.  Maybe I should demand to be put on the junior cycle curriculum?  Catch the kids before they're brainwashed?  That would be very interesting?

  2. Hi grandad….  good to be back.

    Keep up the anger, it's probably the only passion we can truely own by ourselves these days.  Continue smoking, continue swearing, continue getting exited about the big things in life.  To hell with your garden updates cos really like you do we really give a duck about your leeks. (You know what i mean)

    Thanks for listening,


    • Good Grief!  The same Snookertony who hasn't been around for five years or so?  Welcome back!

      I suppose the world is so crazy that it's impossible to ignore.  *sigh*

      You never admired my leek!  I'm hurt.

      • Sorry Grandad, my Irish mother taught me years ago that if a man had a leek in his garden we should look away and silently offer up a prayer for his green fingers.

        Now I've looked and it certainly is a fine specimen. Well done.

  3. It's the constant promotion of misery that gets up my nose, and you have to be aware, because misery is catching. It wouldn't be so bad if the hysterical academics rant away on mountain tops where no one can hear them, but, for some reason that I do not understand, the mass media delights in broadcasting their ravings. 

    Ultimately, it is politicians who must carry the can. It is they, and they alone, who have been passing mountains of laws and regulations which are making life more and more problematical all the time. 

    All we can do is keep on sneering and laughing at them. 


    • If it's joyful – ban it.  Did I see somewhere that someone has suggested now that there should be an age limit for buying sweets?  It wouldn't surprise me in the least.  They are joyless, soulless cretins, and all I can think is that they were very badly treated as children themselves.

  4. It Is the fear peddling politicians being slipped back-handers by the lobbyists who have a vested interest in feeding us this fear-crud!  

    The house-leek is very pretty.  I've never seen one before.

    • They are the little green swirly spiky things over the rock on the left.  They look a bit like cactii.  I haven't tried smoking them yet but there's always a chance if I'm running low on baccy.

      Just looked 'em up – Sempervivum [which apparently means "always living"!].  Seeing as they are planted in a tiny crack in the rocks, the name must be accurate.

      • Well you know of course that mescaline is extracted from a cactus, so it might be worth drying some and giving it a go. Who knows, GD, you might go down in history as the man who discovered the most amazing psychedelic drug of all!

        Move over, Timothy Leary, and let me introduce….GRANDAD!

        • Ah! My rightful place in the Hall of Fame?

          Quote from Wikiwhatsit……

          The famous English herbalist Culpepper says 'Our ordinary Houseleek is good for all inward heats, as well as outward, and in the eyes or other parts of the body: a posset made of the juice is singularly good in all hot agues, for it cooleth and tempereth the blood and spirits and quencheth the thirst; and is also good to stay all defluction or sharp and salt rheums in the eyes, the juice being dropped into them. If the juice be dropped into the ears, it easeth pain…. It cooleth and restraineth all hot inflammations St. Anthony's fire (Erysipelas), scaldings and burnings, the shingles, fretting ulcers, ringworms and the like; and much easeth the pain and the gout.'

          Anyone here suffering from Inward Heat?

          • Ooh yes, Gramps.  My Inward Heat has been giving me terrible gip these last few weeks.  Any chance I could come over and give your leek a squeeze?  You know – just to see if it helps? 

            Oo-er, Missus! 🙂

          • Anyone here suffering from Inward Heat?

            Yeah, but I had an operation and it went away.

            Nice leek by the way. I wonder if they'd grow in Vermont.

            • Maybe you should try growing a few?  Apparently they like a little sun and will grow just about anywhere that isn't too wet, or has great drainage.  I think I heard somewhere that some people grow them on roofs?

  5. Keep on railing against the world and its inmates grandad as it/they continue to spew forth absurdities and blatant lies. For if we don't we fall into the crevasse of bovine compliance (steady Flaxen, you are starting to spout bollocks, again). And anyway, tele is shit and we must occupy our minds somehow. By the way, this is the real FS- do not tolerate pale imitations.  

    • I always know the real FS.  Unfortunately the software doesn't so all the time there's a chance of a pathetic little troll around I have to keep moderating your comments.

  6. House Leeks. They baffle science at the edge of the terrace. Consider the lilies of the field: neither do they sow nor do they reap; yet Solomon in all his glory was never arrayed like one of these. As ye sow ye shall leek.

  7. Your early posts weren't exactly "pieces of fluff" If you recall. If not, perhaps you should read a few just to remind yourself? And there were even rather serious ones, one of which I left my first comment ever.

    The early posts, like today's, were full of wit and humor, like when it came to retaliating against a neighbor for example. Or when you were woken out of a sound sleep by someone cold-calling at your door in the early (for you) morning hours and what you did to said callers. Or sending tourist up to the bogs and other such humorous writings. I believe I have a book of those earlier writings as well?

    Tale it  from me, you can't keep up being angry all the time and enjoy life at the same time. Unless, of course, if you're one of those few psychotic out-of-the-ordinary people who enjoy being angry then by all means… 😉

    • Sure don't I enjoy a bit of anger from time to time!  It gives me a change to play around with obscenities and other nice words.

      I very much doubt I could publish a book with my latest outpourings?

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