Archive for February, 2010

It is over

February 19th, 2010

Today is a Big Day.

In 1971, I first drove through the gates of Montrose on my Yamaha 80 to start work in RTE.

It was supposed to be a temporary position for a period of six months.  That six months never ended until I left in 2001.  Now, even though I left in 2001, I still actually stayed on the payroll, so technically I have been working there for the last nearly forty years.

Today, I retire.

I am officially a pensioner.

Of course, RTE are throwing a big party for me tonight.  All my old colleagues will be there, and the Director General will make a speech and a presentation.  This will be followed by an open bar and I will finally be poured into a taxi [at RTE’s expense] and brought home.

Like fuck!

I received a letter last week, informing me I was retiring and thanking me for all my years work.  It said that they would be in touch before The Big Day.

That is all I have heard.  They never got in touch.  Fucking bastards.  No party.  No presentation.  No speeches [be grateful for small mercies].  Not even a fucking handshake.  All those years, nay decades of blood sweat and tears and all I get is a fucking letter.  How quickly they forget.  Miserable, tight-fisted, amnesiac cunts.

I suppose I did get something out of all those years in RTE though.

At least I got to ‘know’ Sharon.

Heh!

Here we go again

February 18th, 2010

Here we fucking go again.

The Irish Cancer Society want the government to invest more in anti smoking campaigns.

Why?

Why are these people so hell bent on criminalising smokers?

There is only one proven cause of cancer, and that is radiation.  Why are the ICS not screaming from the rooftops about Sellafield?  Why are they not campaigning vigorously against nuclear power?  Why are they totally ignoring radon gas which is at dangerously high levels in many parts of the country?  Why this obsession with smoking?

Smoking has never been proven to be a cause of cancer.  They have tried in numerous laboratory experiments to create tumours by forcing animals to smoke, and they have never succeeded.  In fact, they found that the smoking subject developed less cancers than the non-smoking.

And why are the ICS the self appointed guardians of the nation’s health? Are they going to claim that smokers cost the state billions in health care?  That is another lie that the Antis love to shout.  If you add up the cost to the nation of the number of people who have been hospitalised because of illnesses directly caused by smoking, then I could probably pay for it out of my pension.  You see, once you remove the people who have broken legs, who happen to smoke, or people with chest complaints caused by other reasons who happen to smoke then you are left with nothing.  Why?  Because there are no complaints that are directly and solely caused by smoking, unless you count the people who suffer from burns when they set their homes on fire.  Yet smokers contribute hundreds of millions, if not billions to the government coffers in taxes and excise, but that is conveniently forgotten.

Ireland has one of the toughest regimes in Europe when it comes to picking on the unfortunate smoker.  Yet since the ban was introduced, smoking rates have increased here, as they have in the U.K. and France.  What does that tell you?  It tells you that all the cash squandered on covering up tobacco displays, creating laws, employing smoking control officers and putting God knows how many pubs out of business has achieved sweet fuck all.  It has all been a massive waste of time, jobs and money.  The only thing it has achieved is to alienate a significant sector of society and to promote an atmosphere of divisiveness and apartheid.

The ICS say that 70% of smokers want to quit.  So fucking what?  If they are that keen on people quitting, why don’t they provide free nicotine patches?  Why don’t they promote the use of e-cigarettes?  Why don’t they help those who want to quit instead of forcing everyone into the underworld with their draconian measures?

That figure of 70% is a load of bollox anyway.  If someone asked me if I wanted to quit, I would probably yes simply because it is the answer expected of me, as would most [70%] of people.  What I would like to know is the actual number of people who, at this moment, are actively trying to quit.  I can guarantee that it is a lot less than their fucking 70%.  And even assuming the figures are correct, what about the other 30%?  They don’t want to quit, as is their legitimate right, yet the ICS want to impose their will on that 30%?  Is that just?  Is that democratic?

My message to the Irish Cancer Society is simple.

MIND YOUR OWN FUCKING BUSINESS.

Concentrate on finding a cure for cancer.  Concentrate on things that are positive.

And stop funding that shower of interfering, holier than thou wankers in ASH.

Mine eyes have been opened

February 17th, 2010

I learned something today.

I was under the impression that American Football was supposed to be the ultimate in macho-male sports.

Until I saw this:

A_Football

Though apparently English Soccer is no different?

E_Football

I live and learn.

Bankrupt

February 17th, 2010

The two major items on the news yesterday were the bishops and their meeting with the pope, and Willie O’Dea trying to defend the fact that he is a perjurer.

First of all, we had the unedifying spectacle of a group of men dressed in skirts grovelling to an ex member of the Nazi Youth Party.  It was a nauseating sight – grown men kissing the fucking ring of an old fart who thinks he is God Almighty.  And what was the outcome of this meeting?  A torrent of verbal diarrhoea that means sweet fuck all.  There were no expressions of responsibility or real remorse, just the usual platitudes stating that child abuse is a ‘heinous crime’ and a ‘sin’.  Big fucking wow!  So the self appointed guardians of our morals have discovered that child abuse is wrong?  Well, slap me on the face with a wet kipper.

Then we had the case of a government minister who swore an affidavit in the High Court knowing it to be a pack of lies.  He was caught out on his lie, but did he give a shit?  Not at all.  He sat in the Dail with a smirk on his face as our Glorious Leader defended him and claimed that he had made ‘a genuine mistake’.

There is a lot in common in the above two cases.  Whether it was child raping priests, or a government minister committing perjury, both knew they were above the law.  Both knew they can get away with lying, cheating and conniving because their bosses would cover for them.

The Vatican is supposed to be the ultimate authority on matters of morals for Catholics.  The government is supposed to be the ultimate authority on temporal matters.  Both institutions have demonstrated that they are morally bankrupt and are prepared to treat us with utter contempt.

We are on our own.

Passing my NCT

February 16th, 2010

I just received a phone call from Doc.

You may remember, if you had bothered to read in the first place, that I had been to see him last week, and he siphoned off a few pints of blood for tests.

Anyhow, he phoned me to tell me that the results are in.  This is exciting stuff.  It’s like waiting for election or exam results.

He sounded rather despondent on the phone.  Normally, whenever he is giving me bad news he is very cheerful so I gathered by his mournful tone that the news was good.

Blood sugars: Normal

Blood: Yes.

Prostate: Still have one.

Cholesterol: Within limits.

Alcohol level: 386 milligrams per 100 millilitres.

There were loads of other tests, and for each one is voice became more dismal as everything was within limits.

“So” says I, “it sounds like I am going to live for another day?”

“I’m afraid so” he muttered.  There was a pause.  “Do you still have that cough?” he asked hopefully.

“Nope.  All clear, and back to full smoking.”

“Damn!  You don’t feel like you are coming down with the Swine Flu?”

“No.  Fit as a fiddle.”

“Bugger.  Nothing wrong at all?”

“Well, actually, I do have an irritating noise in my ears.”

He cheered up immensely.  “What kind of noise?”

“It sounds like a doctor touting for business” says I.

End of phone call.

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