What a weekend for the site to keel over. A homicidal maniac ran amok in Norway, murdering nearly 100 innocent people, Amy Winehouse died, and the Vatican severed diplomatic relations with Ireland.
Two of these stories aren’t funny, and I have no intention of trying to raise a cheap laugh out of them. One is utterly ridiculous and I’ll have no hesitation whatever in poking fun at the absurd old men in Rome, so drunk on their own importance, and so unaware of their own irrelevance.
The Norway story is still evolving but one thing is clear. Anders Behring Breivik was correct when he stated in his manifesto that he would be portrayed as a madman, vilified and demonised. He was right, and that’s because he’s a fucking lunatic, but when I say that, I don’t mean it in the sense that he’s a babbling fool. He isn’t. Within his own terms of reference, he’s a reasonably intelligent sort of guy, capable of writing coherently in at least two languages, and capable of stringing together the basis for a discussion, right up to the point where he starts offering advice about making bombs and killing people.
Of course, when I say basis for discussion, I don’t mean basis for agreement.
He’s a bigot, a zealot, a misogynist, an extreme nationalist and a seriously deranged individual with a profound personality disorder and a complete lack of empathy for his fellow human beings. A murderous psychopath, in other words.
Apart from that, he’s fine.
I tried to read his manifesto but lost the will to live, so I skimmed through instead. It’s a potpourri of half-digested xenophobia, anti-Islam ranting, nostalgia for an era when women knew their place and Mussolini-like posturing. The more I read of it, the clearer it became that Breivik would make a perfect Jihadist, with his simplistic analysis, his selective re-reading of history, his invention of facts and his desire to create a leadership cult, overlaid with trappings of the on-line games he immersed himself in.
There doesn’t seem to be much difference between Christian maniacs and Muslim maniacs.
Is he mad? Well, what would you say if someone told you he was a Justiciar of the Knights Templar?
I’d say Good luck with that and move away rapidly.
Meanwhile, in an altogether smaller, quieter, more pathetic tragedy, poor sad abandoned Amy Winehouse passed away, alone and drunk. Grief poured out all over North London and across the social media, where Amy’s demise overwhelmed the appalling events in Norway, and the even more appalling events in the Somalian famine.
But where were these people when Amy was allowed to wander onto a stage in Belgrade, so drunk she could barely stand? Who stood up and took responsibility for pulling the plug on that show? Nobody. Instead, in the interest of making money, they allowed a drunken, self-destructive woman to blunder onto a stage, stagger around and take the jeers of the Serbian crowd.
Was anyone in charge?
No. Amy had plenty of leeches ready to suck the money, but nobody with sufficient moral fibre to call a halt, so let’s have an end to these fucking crocodile tears, and while we’re at it, let’s have an end to all this talk about genius. Amy Winehouse was a terrific, ballsy, soulful singer, with one good album and another decidedly dodgy one. That is all.
If she had a great future ahead of her, we’ll never know, because Amy chose the abyss and nobody stood in her path to prevent her going over the edge.
Now. That leaves us with these ridiculous old men in skirts. It seems that Bishop Brennan has finally sat up in bed and realised he’s been kicked up the arse. They’ve pulled out their operative in Dublin. Recalled their Nuncio, who couldn’t just be an ambassador like all the rest. No indeed. Even the very name betrays the degree of arrogance these narcissistic old dysfunctionaries labour under. Not an ambassador, but a messenger, whose only role is to tell the locals what they must believe.
Well, now he’s gone, and perhaps the time is ripe to leave him over there in Rome, conferring with his fellow Cardinal Archbishops in their Darth Vader outfits. Perhaps now is the time to remind these guys that they have no authority except by consent, and that the Irish people seem to have withdrawn that consent.
I was never fond of the notion that this country would be run by a government with an unassailable majority, because I greatly fear it might lead to totalitarianism, but if it gives our Prime Minister the freedom to name the unnameable, maybe it’s something we need to live with for a little while. After all, at least our politicians must stand before the electorate. The cabal of bishops are accountable only to a foreign power, the Vatican, and yet as Enda Kenny reminded us, this is a republic. Isn’t it about time we ended the arrangement by which these foreign agents control the schools where our most vulnerable citizens are educated.?