If you live long enough you begin to see the patterns develop.Friday is always the day chosen to re-write or tweak history. I know ,history is constantly being burnished and honed to better show the bias of the writer or the winner , but Friday is a special day.Maybe our guard is down on that particular day.
There’s something about Friday isn’t there? A lot of people going into the weekend think differently: their mood changes at the end of the week.They are maybe happier , looking forward to the unknown possibilities of a Friday night out and the freedom of the weekend. They allow the workaday cares and woes of the weekly grind to fall away for a moment and they begin to relax.A big part of that relaxation is born out in their switching off from news and politics and maybe concentrating on sports or possibly shopping and a new hairdo. They may plan to go out for a meal and maybe see a show or download or get a few dvd films in to watch. It’s turn-off time. It happens in the media too .
It’s on Friday that you see lighter or funnier stories released in the press or revelations that some people are almost forced to release , but they’d rather see them quickly buried .You’ll see it happening time and time again when the government wants something quietly forgotten .So watch out for Fridays. That’s the day they’ll slip something stinky through your letterbox and run off in haste…hoping you not notice or have forgotten about it by Monday.
The long- awaited report on Iris Robinson’s dodgy dealings was shuffled out on Friday last in a completely censored and spayed format. Mrs Robinson, the First Minister’s wife had been a colourful character even before this particular scandal broke .She had made a few waves already. Being a DUP member , it was already a given that she’d have a bee in her bonnet about gays and homosexuality . Her particular take on this sexual calling …was that it could somehow be “fixed”. In other words , it could be made “normal”. Much like Creationism’s view on reality in face of every piece of logical evidence , she took her cue from some ancient stone-age teachings instead and decided that every piece of evidence available was wrong . She made no bones about it and managed to insult many homosexuals before her very own take on biblical “morality” was exposed as something of a sham when she was caught having a sexual affair with a young man, with whom she also used her position to provide money for a business venture.In her worldview it was abhorrent to have a particular sexual bias but it was quite morally all right to cheat on your partner in marriage as long as it was with a young heterosexual. The money aspect was only a secondary hiccup. That was like a small child stealing sweets from a shop in her eyes;hardly a hanging offence at all.
This all happened on her husband’s watch and he declared that he knew nothing of any of it though in fact he had been cuckolded and duped within the marriage. Such is the relentless, rampant ambition of the political mind , that it looked at one point that the first Minister was even using this horrific expose to elicit some political sympathy for himself and possibly his wife too.
As many before her who had been caught with their panties down , she pleaded a form of insanity .It wasn’t her fault. God probably made me do it in some convoluted way to test my faith etc. etc…. You know the drill…. . The Yorkshire Ripper suffered from the same kind of delusions and also pleaded that he was not necessarily at fault when he murdered young women. It’s the kind of thing that excuses all sorts of shenanigans …even sometimes crusading wars….It’ s something of an old cliche.
Whether or not the depression , “insanity” or mental illness preceded the moral tangles and financial crimes and actually caused them or whether having been caught blinded in the spotlight , the condition suddenly appeared as a form of shock, foolishness, social embarrassment , guilt and Post Traumatic Stress, we’ll never know; because such are the delusions and manipulations of our politicians that the answer could be either yes…no …. or none of the above..
Like I said . They let this stuff out into the open on a Friday for good reasons. Well at least Iris was well enough to go to Dublin with her husband to see the Her Maj, Queen .That must have cheered her up a bit. She’ll probably soon be rehabilitated and wheeled out for another political punt some time in the future . The public always love a comeback …a survivor. It wasn’t all bad , then, Iris….
Couldn’t you find another word for “comeback” in the last lines?
Reminds of a fire in a brothel — some came running.
I think i’ve unintentionally opened a grubby little cupboard at that back of your mind there, Anthony! Ha ha…
Iris made one mistake and that was being found out. She went with the young chap`s da as well, I bet she had a smile on her face when Peter the Punt was incarcerated in the free state.The six counties is a better place for her removal from the political scene, much like that other hypocrite Paul Berry, her protests against what she would regard as sinful lust merely masked her own failings in that area. The word hubris could have been invented for them.
Somewhat shocked if indeed not disappointed itself. to see the name of The Yorkshire Ripper being dragged into such dispreputable company today, Harry.
After all, TYR did have a genuine excuse for his dastardly deeds, as anyone unfortunate enough to read Declan the ringleader of the Lynch Mob who operate under the flag of convenience known as the Sunday Independent Cult (sic).
Personally, Perkie does not indulge anymore, after his welding goggles proved inadequate to the yellow-orange flame given out by the incandescent flux of the ringleader’s prose.
A signature off-key tune of D’Lynch Mob is that the DNA of the teaching of Compulsory Irish bears a striking similarity with the DNA of child molesters. Compulsory and Irish being siamese twins, impossible to separate.
TYR used to be known as Peter Sutcliffe but now prefers to be known as Peter Coonan, his mother’s maiden name. And here’s the crux of the m., according to the D’Lynch Mob: Kathleen Frances Coonan came from an Irish-speaking Conemara background. It is not without significance that TYR had curry-flavoured yoghurt for breakfast as a schoolboy.
Coonan is the leprechaun for……rabbit. What’s up, Doc? No, no wonder at all some pet rabbits changed their surnames.
Nor is there any evidence to link Muintir na TYRie, aka, UDA with Peter Coonan. The latter’s dastardly handiwork was of a different order entirely.
The First Minister, another Peter, oddly enough, is also namechecked today. In a former existence he earned a crust as an auctioneer. It goes without saying he would be the last to indulge in, erm, auctioneer politics. A dastardly practice confined to the Free Southern Stateen.
Though some dastards have asked the question rhetorical: would you buy a disused shed from this former auctioneer? Perkie is not one of them. With the Warbeckian welding goggles on, Perkie’s inner DIY man operates his oxyacetylene torch in his backgarden, specifically in the disused shed from County Wexford which he purchased from an auctioneer with a wee Belfast accent. Doesn’t recall his name now, though it certainly wasn’t Peter. Much less Peter Coonan. And definitely not Peter Robinson.
Incidentally, there is a clap happy snap taken in Broadmoor and featuring (l to r) P. Coonan, J. Saville and F. Bruno.
Fascinating, if you know wharr I mean, ‘arry?
Indeed I do Mighty Perk….
How many women that age would go with a young man. I say fair play to her, it’s alright for a man to do it….. President Kennedy Clinton etc etc, talking about God, I think the biggest sex scandal in centuries will be the Church.
Ah ..but nobody said it was okay for Clinton or Kennedy to do it.Clinton was dragged over the coals for his philandering…well maybe just to use it as a stick to beat him with and hopefully destroy his political career….. and although it is common -knowledge now about Kennedy’s lust for the forbidden fruit, it wasn’t back in 1963 when there was no internet. Certainly not with the general public who thought he was a bit of a latter-day saint.. Little old ladies idolised him had his picture on their walls back then.
Iris was caught out fair and square and she wasn’t really pilloried because she was playing around so much as she was found to be a moral hypocrite. If she hadn’t rabbited on about the immorality of the gay community while cuckolding Peter behind his back, she’d probably have been more or less ignored….but then there was the shady money deal….. It’s not what you do …it’s the way that you do it …as the song goes….so it’s not really about the ages of the participants anyway , is it?
Human nature I`m afraid, we`ve all read the `Vicar and choirmistress run away to Skegness` stories in the Sunday papers.