Donald McCarthy

Part of what Yeats said about the two biddies at Lissadell.

Deer ladies. Very Yeatsian if you know Lissadell.

Under white cliffs
Stuffed full of magnolia stellata
Blossoms and the ordinary cherry,
Two women walk
Like gazelles without kimonos.

I think WW4 has started. Do keep up!

You want me to leave the squirrel out? AND the cherry blossoms? You are a monster!

Sure! Ima go with Éanna’s vision.

Hypersonic response there, Éanna!

I call it the devil’s dandruff. More poetic?

I like force majeure! It’s a universal thing. Sambo time Ian? I can see you now - outside the office, with your Thermos and the saddest sandwich in the world. Makes me smile.

Ordinary people are rarely to blame. The people who own the money and the media are to blame. They buy our politicians and sell us crap we don’t need while arranging our extinction.

Except we’re not weaponised! Only in America are the people allowed arms.

The Gulf states are merely imperial outposts serving their robber baron overlords.

Very funny!

Oh no! And here’s me thinking the rancid murder ape was lovely! Morning Joanne.

Thanks dad! You’re the best! (Not actually my dad)

The Catholic church does seem to be belatedly embracing a form of liberation theology even as the evangelicals go MAGA nuclear.

I was asking Ian if we have an emergency back up for the emergency back up? I think we need one. Better still we need reserves like those stacked Russian dolls.

Funny how the Samson salivates still cling desperately to life and survival. Makes you think it’s all just a big bluff.

I hate it when economic gibberish makes more sense than poetry! Good morning Serena. We are where we are. YOLO. Que sera, sera. Tis what tis. (Useful cliches for the end times)

I remember when we got cancelled for singing ‘It’s raining women.’

Do the emergency oil reserves have an emergency oil back up reserve?

Starmer trying to deescalate conflict in the Gulf by sending lots of bombs to the Gulf.

FFS- money tree. Sorry for giving the wrong impression(ist)

The magic Monet tree was the dream of fools until war came and the fools watched as all the money in the world rained down like leaves, like bombs.

Alas, in this world there is no romance in realpolitik. East of the gulf there lies a vast and populous region still dependent on Gulf oil. Soon they must choose between the morally bankrupt but weapons rich west or their own immediate interests. Each day the choice gets easier as the bombs drop.

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