Just some thoughts on a recent news column, Christmas, and a silly original poem
The first is a response from a recent Fintan O’Toole column on The Irish Times that is a kind of compiling what happened in the past year (I have usually liked his writing but not lately} that usually happens on newspaper publications this time of year:
“We were supposed to be emerging from the long night of the Covid pandemic, showing our faces to the sun, unmasked and blissful with relief and gratitude. We thought by now we would no longer be a nation of amateur actuaries, doing daily risk assessments in our heads.
Yet here we are still steeped in anxiety, caution and uncertainty – another year older and deeper in weariness and frustration.”
Well, stop calling Covid a pandemic. It is not. Please stop lying. Just because authorities like the CDC and NIH tell you something, it does not make it true. Trust me: authorities can present clear falsehoods and refuse to acknowledge it, and then torture you if you disagree with them with impunity on their part.
In the sermon today, the pastor reminded people there are actually 12 days of Christmas, until January 6, not just one. He noted the importance of naming a child and parental authority and providing a good example to the child.
I wonder if one of the appeals of the Christmas season is the idea of birth writ large, even in the form of vegetative life like Christmas trees with lights (which I guess are actually dead, ironically, by the point they are cut down and used for decoration).
“Weak” by yours truly
Pun-day,
Booze-day,
Friends-day,
Slurs-day,
Cry-day,
Matter-day or Flatter-day?,
One-day?
New weak.