Yes, I can see it hard for you.
Ah Duke, you left me dangling?
O'Malley
and Lynch... maybe I've missed something?
Sunday morning routines are not what they used to be, hopefully vaccine roll-out will restore normal order. I miss the morning stop for a sit-in coffee after a brisk walk on crisp winter mornings. Free copies of the Sindo abound, straight to the back page for Kerrigan, searing, sometimes merciless, incisions of our political class - you have to hand it to him, easy to see why holds the back page.
After that, much ado about nothing, there is only so much brow-beating septic vitriol one can take in a lifetime from Eoghan Harris. And if you lived in a household where one occupant religiously tuned three times a week into episodes of Eastenders, its dire depictions of the human species and their future prospects, by Sunday, the Harris column and "WE ARE DOOMED! I TELL YA! THE SHINNERS ARE COMING!!"
...becomes all a bit wearisome.
So coffee, Kerrigan, and coffee mat... certainly not handing cash over for it
All that aside, having no coffee shop to sit in, there is a peculiar absence from my Sunday morning routine and your mentioning of two articles, from Lynch and O'Malley, opened not so much a doubt, more pricked an inquisitive tick.
So here I am, €9.99 worse off.
Lynch, I acknowledge is an engaging writer, very much accredited in his field and deservedly so. A writer, in my opinion, that can pretty much assign his talents to any particular topic with much aplomb.
And could I have asked for a better example of his seemingly effortless column writing on any random thing? Maybe, but I could have no complaints this week with regard to output on the Stanley Tweet(s) Outrage.
Lynch writes, unaffected by the black comedy of the whole affair, his reaction was... "not much really". He doesn't hold back about Stanley "... appreciate that he willing to publicly state this kind of garbage".
Lynch, using his literary skills for audience engagement, nevertheless proceeds to write a full article on an issue that provoked little interest in him and that basically he thinks is a load of garbage.
Why am I starting to get that familiar empty feeling after watching an episode of Eastenders?
I can almost hear my €9.99 landing in the Sindo slot machine. Reading this stuff will, if you are into it, certainly trigger the pleasure endorphins.
Lynch writes authoritively about the gambling industry and the dark side of its profit-churning tactics. He knows what he is doing, ching-ching!
As for O'Malley, I'm not familiar with his work. I'm unlikely to be enticed much further after today given his wholesale simplified Ladybird version of events, "
First, he [Stanley]
was wrong to claim that Narrow Water [
1979]
taught the British elite anything. The British in the 1970s had little interest in Northern Ireland, and were actively exploring a policy of withdrawal [no reference].
.. When Margaret Thatcher took over [
1977],
she did not approve that approach"...
Do the maths.
Narrow Water occurred at the time when O' Malley admits that the British government, led by Thatcher, were
not actively exploring a policy of withdrawal.
It gets worse, O'Malley assures us that Stanley's 'slow learners' quip was not targeted at the British military elite as explicitly mentioned in his tweet, but instead it was "
in fact the leadership of the Provisional IRA"....
Dum, dum, de, dum, dede, dum (sorry, Eastenders finale).
I have to switch over.
Barry Egan, that ol' rocker and critique of the arts will provide some distraction. But even he has bought into (or paid to) the Stanley Twitterati bug this week.
Egan, another excellent writer, writes a poignant personal scribe about IRA events, dramatic and traumatic, from his own family tree that he was reminded of recently. There is a welcome sense throughout his piece of trying to portray the real raw tragedy inflicted on the individual lives caught up in the affairs of the IRA and the blessings for those of us that never have to endure such occurrences.
Egans episode portrays a gun running gangster/mafia intimidation affair with his grandfather caught up in the middle.
The events occurred in Dublin in the 1940's, which makes it a kind of "
Whose IRA
Is It Anyway?" affair. But joking aside, Egans father, with death threats and a gun put to his head, would die at a young age in 1952.
But what was the event that reminded Egan of his grandad and the affairs of that time?
Was it the series of RTÉ productions that Stephen Collins identified, and agreed by Egans editor Eoghan Harris, as RTÉ portraying Irish revolutionary past in
Cowboys and Indians format
(men with guns intimidating other men and their families)?
Nope.
Was it the recent national commemoration of events in Bloody Sunday 1920 where early in the day of that fatal Sunday IRA men with guns entered the homes of other men and let loose?
Nope.
It was in fact... the Netflix series 'The Crown', and in particular the episode that depicts the IRA atrocity in Mullaghmore that killed young children and Mountbatten...in the year
1979. Mullaghmore being an event where
no men with
no guns entered nobodys home
.
Egan never makes it clear if he is associating the PIRA bomber of Mullaghmore (Thomas McMahon, born 1948) with the "
Whose IRA
is it anyway?" of 1940's, the IRA Irregulars of Civil War, pro-Treaty IRA or GOIRA.
Whichever IRA he chooses, he is unwittingly making an obvious link from PIRA back to a previous IRA, which in the Sindo neck of the woods is surely a no-no?
Am I scratching that veneer again?
I've said enough. In real news, in real reporting, the events of our past are coming to the fore and ugly truth is simmering before us.
Just in the last week
Winston Rea trial
Garda IRA collusion claims
What chances Harris, Lynch, O Malley et al getting stuck into these stories?
I think we will be waiting?
Instead the weekly soap opera of "
The Shinners Are Coming To Get You! " will continue its serial fetish for the addicted.
Can I get my €9.99 back?