The News! Ha!

The News! Ha!

“At some stage in their lives most men will stumble upon the truth, but most men will pick themselves up and stumble onward.”

Winston Churchill said that, or something to that effect. Even though I wouldn’t be a fan of his, that statement was so true.

The thing that drives me crazy is the news. The news should be re-named ‘the lies’.

The thing that bugs me even more than the news are the people who believe it.

The thing that bugs me even more than the people who believe it, are the people who know it’s lies and choose to pretend.

I could post links to youtube videos showing proof that the bigger the channel, the bigger the lie.

Like the reporter telling that the third tower had fallen, then suddenly being cut off mid report when they realised it was still standing, behind her, in the background. That same third tower which never appeared once in the commission report. Why? Watch the video of the thing falling.

Or the news channel that showed “live pictures” of crowds in Libya during the “rebellion”. Which was a recording from India!!

And why do the “experts” always get interviewed with a well stocked library shelf in the background, while the “nonconformists” get interviewed in a car park or in the middle of their breakfast? Because a picture says a thousand words.

I could post links but then that would spoil the dream.

If anybody wants both sides of the coin, go to youtube, because you will only ever get tales on telly. Not one news report is trustworthy to me anymore.

I did want to type something humourous for today’s prompt but the news is a serious matter. Some men and women sign their lives away based on it. That’s not on.

The prompt asks, What can I do to prevent it from happening?

I don’t know, perhaps pretend it’s not happening? It seems to work for others.

Winston hit the nail, with his statement.

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I have hit a stone wall with today’s prompt.

I don’t understand how to answer the question.


Showing compassion? I think it’s either in me or not.

Sympathetic? It’s either in me or not.






See, I got there in the end!

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Anamchara. That word is millenia old.

It’s from the Gaelic (Irish/Celtic) language. Sometimes it has been broken into two words; anam cara, meaning soul’s friend.

The inetersting thing is that the word, anamchara,  was never meant to be split in two. Neither does it mean ‘soul mate’ as we understand it today.

The ancient Celts were so in tune with their gaurdian angel, spirit guide, synchronicity, Holy Spirit…whatever name we choose, that they worked as one. They hadn’t the same pollution in the mind that we have today.

My anamchara made itself known a few years ago and I have been trying to work in tune with it since.

As for my soul mate. It can only be my wife.

Think of the most humble, giving, forgiving, generous person.

Now half that, and that’s my wife. She also has a nice little sense of humour.

As if by a sign from my anamchara, yesterday at my parents’ home, I found a little diary I had kept during my early years as a motor mechanic. It was used to record different jobs on cars etc. It was one of those things I had forgotten even existed.

I randomly opened it somewhere in the middle. “Sunday, 30th June 1991; Me and Porter called up for Marie and Liz. Went to tavern. I tackled Marie. Yes.”

I was twenty. The tavern, was the name of a night club. Tackled meant I asked her to be my girlfriend.

She didn’t answer “yes”. She just threw the arms around my neck and hepled herself to my lips. I have that effect!

My anamchara reminds me every now and then just how lucky I am to have a soul-mate like her.

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Saying thanks, starting write now.

Saying thanks, starting write now.


Another cure is recieving the Liebster badge!




(a) Thank the blogger who gives it.

(b) Answer the eleven questions she asks.

(c) Nominate eleven bloggers with less than 500 followers.

(d) Ask these eleven bloggers eleven questions.



Here are the questions I was asked, plus my answers.





3. Where do I most want to travel?







Forgiving me.



8. Favourite Ice cream flavour?


9. Night person or Morning person?



None! I think I have finished every book.

11. What book title best describes my life?

A traveler’s guide to Sacred Ireland. by Cary Meehan

Every page is a whole new experience.


My nominees are:


My questions for them are :

1. Tea or coffee?

2. Best piece of advice you have ever been given?

3. Which do you prefer Mountain or Beach?

4. Biggest lie you ever bought?

5. Your dream job?

6. Any phobia?

7. Favourite holiday memory, if any?

8. Can you swim?


10. Do you have a pet?

11. Can you recommend an Author?


ps…are you nosey like my wife?

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A little song about swimming.



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Slow learner.

Slow learner.


“Pride always comes before a fall.”

My mother (the one with the dentures) said that.

I’m sure somebody else had coined it before her. But she never gave them credit for it. She made that comment her own and took all the pride for it.

It’s true though, about pride. Her words have been ringing in my ears on so many occasions throughout my life so far. And if my past is anything to go by, I will have plenty of falls in the future.

For instance, if this nonsense turns out to be the most popular post in the history of WordPress and the Likes are in the hundreds, overnight I will develop a swagger like John Wayne. I will forget Mammy’s wisdom until tomorrow’s post which will struggle to reach three Likes. And only then will I remember her words.

In recent years I have been improving my ability to shun pride. I try to stay grounded. I say “try.” But it’s like writing or running or anything really. The more I practice, the easier it gets.

I try to understand what the likes of Saint Francis understood. Even the wild animals wanted to be near him. I think he was the first person to recieve the stigmata. But in his early life he was no saint (as the cliché goes). He once said “I have been all things unholy. If God can work through me, He can work through anyone.”

My wife has warned me not to get too serious in my blog. I know she’s right but I can’t help it sometimes. I don’t want to be the great pretender on my own blog!

The truth is people like Saint Francis facinate me! The way a particle accelerator facinates a molecular scientist. Or outer space facinates an astronomer.

God is almost a dirty word in modern society. I wonder how they achieved that. It seems to be working for them, the new age thinking. I am no threat. The closest I will get to stigmata is perhaps a blister on my palm from holding a beer bottle the wrong way.

To wrap up and in answer to the question posed in today’s Daily Prompt I will steal a few lines from another mother, and take the entire credit like the imposter and hypocrite that I am.


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One man’s miracle…

One man’s miracle…



















One man’s miracle is another man’s cold dinner.

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