If on the Day of Judgement my Divine Judge is as merciful to me as the camera is
I’ll have a privileged cloud in Heaven.
It amazes me that professional, even mercenary, correspondents in THE IRISHTIMES choose to show the worst of their many faces to their readers.
One historian presents as a Bouncer in the kind of club I would rather not enter, much less join.
Another commentator has a permanent smirk that even a pacifist might be persuaded to smash with a mailed fist.
And some of those of a reputedly more tender gender choose to face us with
a glare that might panic a Panzer Division into a retreat across the Eurasian
land mass.
Can anybody explain this phenomenon?
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