On that ‘robbery’ in Meigh…
It is notoriously difficult to get a clear picture of any controversial happening in an area in which paramilitaries are active. The bare bones of the ‘robbery’ in Meigh in south Armagh are bizarre to say the least. According to the BBC two men broke into the victims house and “demanded money from the man before shooting him twice in the legs. The men left empty-handed and are believed to have made off in a vehicle.”
But we understand there is some disquiet in the area over the ‘robbery’ story. One uncorroborated version Slugger has heard casts the ‘robbery’ as a punishment shooting for an incident that took place in nearby Dromintee. That’s something Slugger is no position to confirm. But it seems no less plausible than the robbery story.
I never claimed to be “aware of who’s behind every bit of skullduggery in South Armagh”.
Stop inventing strawmen and deal with the issues at hand or else walk off the field and throw your tantrum.
“stop inventing strawmen”
“deal with the issues at hand”
“walk off the field”
“throw your tantrum”
Jesus, but Shinners love a cliche.
Your not worth debating with old school
Whats a poor nationalist to do? A rose between two thorns…
Ah, Rose, poor old rose.
Ah but the rose is only a rose because of, the rose. In the end the thorns are neither here nor there. It is in the end the triumph of the rose…
And what about the bees and the butterflies? Do they not play a wee part too, mz prickly? And which came first? This is getting a bit Oliver St John Gogartyish!
Molly through the garden
Laughed and played with me,
And the gate unbarred in
To the rosery.
Just she said to show me
How the roses grew,
And when she would show me,
Ask me if I knew
Which of all was fairest,
Crescent bud or rose,
Till I guessed the rarest
She would not disclose.
Laughing little lady,
All her features shone
Like a star whose body
And whose soul are one.
So I went intending
To please her if I could,
Pondering then, and bending,
Pointed to the bud.
But the moment after
Saw her face illume
With a peal of laughter
Reaching for the bloom.
sdelaneys
Beautiful!
And still a rose, in bud or in bloom. Like Ireland.
Good night pippakin.
pippakin: Beautiful!
Funny and still beautiful if you read *between* the lines.
Reader
At one in the morning and a bit the worse for wear, you are lucky if I can still see the lines!
I thought it best to keep to the straight and narrow, as any nationalist would.
Seems to be suggestions here that Mr Gogarty might have produced double meaning verse! Here’s another of his
GOOSEY GOOSEY GANDER CENSORED
‘TO RIDICULE THE IRISH CENSORS’
Goosey Goosey Gander
Where do you mmmmm
Upstairs and mmmmmmm
In a lady’s mmmmmmm?