Truth cannot be calculated by the application of formulae. People’s accounts of events; the presentation of their truths, be that in books, the newspaper, or their spoken words, stake a claim on truth which cannot be factuality because it speaks to a distinct category of knowledge.
The Grand Mufti of Jerusalem, an undereducated British appointed puppet, knew what he was doing, and, like every other willing participant in the horror, he bears personal responsibility for his words and actions.
It’s funny because it’s true, or at least it is true insofar as we buy into the stereotype of the infantile, selfish, and unreflective Jock of western culture. As witty as this quip is, it has been regurgitated ad nauseam by the cyber commentariat to the point that it has become something of a truism of male attitudes towards women and the rights of the unborn – if any – had they inconvenience them.
It is well known that our evolutionary hard-wiring has conditioned us to be suspicious of outsiders, but to hate an entire group of people for no other reason than their racial or ethnic status crosses the line of reasonable human behaviour.
Follow @UrFhasaidh At some point we all have to acknowledge that we are all racist, we are all misogynist, all classist; we are all prejudiced at some level because we are all real human beings conditioned by the reality in which we live. Disturbing as this is to admit, it merely demonstrates the powerful social … Continue reading Why the Language of ‘Mansplaining’ Isn’t Helpful
The less that everyone else cares about Ulster Loyalism and the antics of its lunatic fringe the more impressive its show of idiocy. Over the last few days families have been evacuated from their homes because fires celebrating a historical injustice and genocide are allowed to take precedence over public safety. As fewer and fewer people around the world care what these people do the larger their tantrums are likely to get.
Charged with the crime of dabbling in the supernatural, we stand before the court – thinking of the Transfiguration – and plead Not Guilty. Atop a high mountain the teacher glowing in heavenly light with his students is met by one long dead father of the nation, and one long-lost hermit, and not a bit … Continue reading Whiter Than Any Earthly Bleacher Could Make
In spite of the timely arrival of Storm Rachel I was having a wonderful day. The fuse box for my electric shower got repaired, there were the makings in the fridge of a delicious chicken and sweetcorn soup, and I was meeting someone wonderful for Fika down on the Liffey. On my Twitter feed, to … Continue reading Such a Depressing Realisation