Tuesday, 24 July 2012

War's Over - Shut it Down, Belfast.

On Raglan Road on an Autumn day,
I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare
That I may one day rue.
I saw the danger, yet I walked
Along the enchanted way
And I said let Grief be a falling leaf
At the dawning of the day.

Friday, 13 July 2012

now THAT would be a great talk-show. 

& they could totally crush those incompetent creepy leftist big dummies
Charlie Rose / David Gregory / George Stephanopoulos / Bob Schieffer
in the ratings. [sigh]

Tuesday, 10 July 2012

The Verdict 

{December 8, 1982}

What is the truth?

Frank Galvin:
That poor girl put her trust
into the hands of two men
who took her life.
She’s in a coma. Her life is gone.
She has no home or family.
She’s tied to a machine.
She has no friends.
And the people who should care for her:  
her doctors  - and you and me -  
have been bought off
to look the other way

- we’ve been paid
to look the other way.

I came here to take your money…
brought snap-shots…
[holds up Polaroids]

...to show you so I could get your money.
I can’t do it, I can’t take it.
‘Cause if I take the money
I’m lost.

I’ll just be a rich --- ambulance chaser.
I can’t do it, I can’t take it.

Young Priest / Archdiocesan Goon:
You’re here to discuss money, Mr. Galvin? 
How’s your law practice?

Not too good…

[drops Polaroids into his briefcase]

…I only got the one client.


John 18:38...

Pilate saith unto him, What is truth?

And when he had said this, he went out again unto the Jews,

and saith unto them, I find in him no fault at all.


Saturday, 7 July 2012

The whisper of devotion is not given in haste.

Neither will its grey spirit push in like a thief in the night.

It does not soar as would an arrow shot true,

does not tear the ground of the battlefield,

does not gouge the spine like the vengeful dagger.

Its raging, tortured ghost creeps along, barely perceived.