It is amazing to note that since creating this group a couple of days ago, 359 people have joined to pledge their support. Sad to note that Mr. Robinson has had to stand down in order to deal with the whole sad business and to help his family through it all. He intends to take about six weeks away from politics to sort things out on a personal level. He intends to clear his name. He has support from the Democratic Unionist Party.
From the majority of comments on the Facebook site, he has the support of ordinary people of all creeds and political beliefs, simply because he is a man of his word, he has proved his integrity by his past actions, and that is what matters. As ever, though, there are those who defeat the object by misunderstanding the meaning of the word "support." Several people have decided to pontificate on the morality of it all, though how the hell they would know what goes on inside somebody else's head or house is one of life's sweet mysteries. Red herrings have been swimming around, too but not worth the time and effort to explain here.
Let us hope the support continues and the group increases with positive messages and good wishes for Peter Robinson and his family.
Monday, 11 January 2010
Friday, 8 January 2010
Support Peter Robinson, Northern Ireland First Minister
I have no interest in politics, but I do come from Belfast and I do keep an eye on what is happening in Northern Ireland. Peter Robinson, First Minister, is under scrutiny over something his wife, also an MP, did. It was foolish, wrongheaded and certainly a very big mistake on her part. But today, it is her husband who is threatened with loss of career and position. Of course there are a lot of questions to answer and I am sure he will answer them.
BBC news tells us "He has come out fighting" and good for him, I say. Now you may be wondering why a Catholic, brought up in a largely Republican area, would be supporting a politician from across the religious and political divide. Well, here is why.
Many years ago, when the Troubles were still a part of everyday life, my mother needed help with a housing matter, in fact, she needed a house! As urban redevelopment in the 1980s brought better housing and conditions, a little Catholic widow, living alone was far down the pecking order, despite suffering many illnesses. She decided to see her MP, who, at the time, was Peter Robinson.
She had many reservations, given where she lived and her religious beliefs. She visited Peter Robinson in his constituency office and voiced her reservations, along with her needs. His response tells me he is a man of his word and his integrity cannot be questioned. He replied that he didn't care what religion she was, or what politics she favoured, but because he was her MP, he would do all in his power to help, because that was his job. And you know what? He did just that, and my mother was allocated a house within weeks, after waiting over two years.
All I can do is relate this to the character of the man today, and offer support for him. I hope others do the same and that hypocritical hounding does not get in the way of a fair hearing. He is a man of his word. Support him. I have started a group on Facebook, where I am Annie Moore. Should you wish to join the group, please go there and do so.
BBC news tells us "He has come out fighting" and good for him, I say. Now you may be wondering why a Catholic, brought up in a largely Republican area, would be supporting a politician from across the religious and political divide. Well, here is why.
Many years ago, when the Troubles were still a part of everyday life, my mother needed help with a housing matter, in fact, she needed a house! As urban redevelopment in the 1980s brought better housing and conditions, a little Catholic widow, living alone was far down the pecking order, despite suffering many illnesses. She decided to see her MP, who, at the time, was Peter Robinson.
She had many reservations, given where she lived and her religious beliefs. She visited Peter Robinson in his constituency office and voiced her reservations, along with her needs. His response tells me he is a man of his word and his integrity cannot be questioned. He replied that he didn't care what religion she was, or what politics she favoured, but because he was her MP, he would do all in his power to help, because that was his job. And you know what? He did just that, and my mother was allocated a house within weeks, after waiting over two years.
All I can do is relate this to the character of the man today, and offer support for him. I hope others do the same and that hypocritical hounding does not get in the way of a fair hearing. He is a man of his word. Support him. I have started a group on Facebook, where I am Annie Moore. Should you wish to join the group, please go there and do so.
Thursday, 7 January 2010
Farewell Wossie
Jonathan Ross is leaving the BBC, OK I know this this old news, but felt impelled to comment. All I am wondering is, does this mean, that savings made by not paying his huge and undeserved salary will be passed on to the license payers? I think not, but one can always hope. He has got to be the most over-paid, under-talented whateverheis that the media has ever spawned.
When he first became popular on TV, he was great fun, witty and almost humble in his ability to laugh at himself. He was talented without being arrogant. But over time, as his fame grew, so too did his ego, or so it appeared. The silly amounts of money he was paid - note I did not say earned - bear no resemblance to his actual abilities. Rather like those Turner Prize "artistic representations" where the Emperor's New Clothes come to mind, Jonathan Ross made it because so many fools believed the hype. As for his "difficult year" and the diplomatic, sycophantic speeches of BBC executives, I wonder how we could sack them all?
Oh well, no doubt the Beeb will find someone similar to endow with the vast sums of money that the citizens of Britain are forced to pay in license fees, or face a fine or jail, should they dare to refuse. Meanwhile, I am sure Mr. Ross will find other ways to get richer, and good luck to him. We should all be thankful that his wages will no longer be coming out of our pockets. We hope.
When he first became popular on TV, he was great fun, witty and almost humble in his ability to laugh at himself. He was talented without being arrogant. But over time, as his fame grew, so too did his ego, or so it appeared. The silly amounts of money he was paid - note I did not say earned - bear no resemblance to his actual abilities. Rather like those Turner Prize "artistic representations" where the Emperor's New Clothes come to mind, Jonathan Ross made it because so many fools believed the hype. As for his "difficult year" and the diplomatic, sycophantic speeches of BBC executives, I wonder how we could sack them all?
Oh well, no doubt the Beeb will find someone similar to endow with the vast sums of money that the citizens of Britain are forced to pay in license fees, or face a fine or jail, should they dare to refuse. Meanwhile, I am sure Mr. Ross will find other ways to get richer, and good luck to him. We should all be thankful that his wages will no longer be coming out of our pockets. We hope.
Tuesday, 8 December 2009
Out of the Ether
Somehow, since last Thursday when I laid bare my wrinkles on Facebook, I have had tons of contact from old friends in America, those writers I used to commune with on TIBU. This is really exciting and so heartening to know that they still remember me, as I do them. Another strange by-product of entering the realms of electronic friendship, is that it has motivated me to write more.
Some people might be shaking their heads in dismay and reaching for the painkillers to address discomfort in various parts of their anatomy. But be warned. I can feel an attack of the verbals starting. The written words will pour, though for how long this is going to continue is anybody's guess.
Trouble is, I am a bit stalled for what exactly to write about,given that physical interventions seem to have stunted the mental processes of creativity. But as the old saying goes, "Where there's life, there's hope."
A serious comment now. I have just listened to a programme on BBC Radio 4 called 'The Choice.' An American doctor who practices late abortion, under threat of death, was being interviewed. A most interesting man, certain he was doing the right thing by the women who came to him. When asked if he had any problem with the morality of aborting at 34 weeks, he replied that the moral issue belonged to the woman in question. He also became very hot under the collar when the interviewer suggested that 34 weeks was almost full-term, a viable proposition for life. He just repeated, very angrily that "34 weeks is NOT full term. That is 40 Weeks."
Now I have no desire to cast judgement on those who make life changing decisions; I believe in their right to do so. But after hearing this man talking, and how he expressed his views, as he conducted his work with death threats hanging over himself and his family, I am in a quandary. I now have a moral dilemma to deal with. At the end of the interview, I beat up a cake and pretended it was Dr. Whoever, all the while muttering, "I don't like you." He has no children of his own. That's all folks.
Some people might be shaking their heads in dismay and reaching for the painkillers to address discomfort in various parts of their anatomy. But be warned. I can feel an attack of the verbals starting. The written words will pour, though for how long this is going to continue is anybody's guess.
Trouble is, I am a bit stalled for what exactly to write about,given that physical interventions seem to have stunted the mental processes of creativity. But as the old saying goes, "Where there's life, there's hope."
A serious comment now. I have just listened to a programme on BBC Radio 4 called 'The Choice.' An American doctor who practices late abortion, under threat of death, was being interviewed. A most interesting man, certain he was doing the right thing by the women who came to him. When asked if he had any problem with the morality of aborting at 34 weeks, he replied that the moral issue belonged to the woman in question. He also became very hot under the collar when the interviewer suggested that 34 weeks was almost full-term, a viable proposition for life. He just repeated, very angrily that "34 weeks is NOT full term. That is 40 Weeks."
Now I have no desire to cast judgement on those who make life changing decisions; I believe in their right to do so. But after hearing this man talking, and how he expressed his views, as he conducted his work with death threats hanging over himself and his family, I am in a quandary. I now have a moral dilemma to deal with. At the end of the interview, I beat up a cake and pretended it was Dr. Whoever, all the while muttering, "I don't like you." He has no children of his own. That's all folks.
Monday, 7 December 2009
Blogging gone Astray
I looked and I saw that my blogging is lacking in application, discipline and continuity, in fact it is bloody bad blogging, as I am not giving it my best attention. This thought came to mind (yes, I can occasionally collect thoughts), while reading of another blogger's experiences on Helium. I am always writing on there,with the exotic pen name of Dolores Moore. The upshot of reading that article was a surge of guilt for having neglected this particular practice, being a blogger.
Given that nobody really reads what I am writing, nor do they think it worthwhile to comment, which is only natural, as most people are too busy writing their own blogs and pieces, I feel rather isolated. I need the strokes, the feedback, the responses. That is what makes me a terribly bad blogger, I have gone astray and should have a firm purpose of amendment and write more on here.
Ah, but here's the rub. I have joined Facebook and am already becoming addicted. So until I find something else to moan about or praise, it is hasta la vista from Annie. For the moment.
Given that nobody really reads what I am writing, nor do they think it worthwhile to comment, which is only natural, as most people are too busy writing their own blogs and pieces, I feel rather isolated. I need the strokes, the feedback, the responses. That is what makes me a terribly bad blogger, I have gone astray and should have a firm purpose of amendment and write more on here.
Ah, but here's the rub. I have joined Facebook and am already becoming addicted. So until I find something else to moan about or praise, it is hasta la vista from Annie. For the moment.
Monday, 26 October 2009
Give Frankie Boyle Your Attention
Looking at this blog of mine, it is obvious from the time elapsed since last posting, that I have hardly a thought in my head, or at any rate, very few with enough coherence to write down. Sorry about that. However, I have not spent the intervening time unprofitably, for though most televisual offerings are a bag of the stuff that comes out of bull's bottoms, I have found a little diamond among the dross.
Frankie Boyle just makes me laugh out loud at his irreverently sharp non-pc wit, thank God for him and it. He is my hero on "Mock the Week" and can out-wit, out-shock and just out-do everybody on there. Oh, for a glinting glance from those bespectacled eyes, followed by a few words in that inimitable Scottish accent. Bet Frankie would have a fit if he thought he appealed so strongly to 60 year old grannies like myself.
Go Frankie, go! You light up the dark winter nights like a beacon of common sense and downright wickedness and I love you for it, wee lad.
Frankie Boyle just makes me laugh out loud at his irreverently sharp non-pc wit, thank God for him and it. He is my hero on "Mock the Week" and can out-wit, out-shock and just out-do everybody on there. Oh, for a glinting glance from those bespectacled eyes, followed by a few words in that inimitable Scottish accent. Bet Frankie would have a fit if he thought he appealed so strongly to 60 year old grannies like myself.
Go Frankie, go! You light up the dark winter nights like a beacon of common sense and downright wickedness and I love you for it, wee lad.
Tuesday, 11 August 2009
Fry's English Delight BBC Radio 4 Does it Again
I have come to accept that as a blogger, I would make a good trapeze artist. I simply do not have the discipline to get the thoughts collected and transferred to my world wide audience, all 20 of them. Apologies all round folks. But I just have to share this brilliant quote from the inimitable, eccentric and delightful Stephen Fry, bless him. In his programme this morning on the English language in all its glory, he said "Computers oil the wheels of the handcart in which we are all going to hell." Isn't that just magnificent? I wish I had said it myself, but there you are, he is a genius and I am a lazy bones.
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