The News! Ha!

The News! Ha!

“At some stage in their lives most men will stumble upon the truth, but most men will pick themselves up and stumble onward.”

Winston Churchill said that, or something to that effect. Even though I wouldn’t be a fan of his, that statement was so true.

The thing that drives me crazy is the news. The news should be re-named ‘the lies’.

The thing that bugs me even more than the news are the people who believe it.

The thing that bugs me even more than the people who believe it, are the people who know it’s lies and choose to pretend.

I could post links to youtube videos showing proof that the bigger the channel, the bigger the lie.

Like the reporter telling that the third tower had fallen, then suddenly being cut off mid report when they realised it was still standing, behind her, in the background. That same third tower which never appeared once in the commission report. Why? Watch the video of the thing falling.

Or the news channel that showed “live pictures” of crowds in Libya during the “rebellion”. Which was a recording from India!!

And why do the “experts” always get interviewed with a well stocked library shelf in the background, while the “nonconformists” get interviewed in a car park or in the middle of their breakfast? Because a picture says a thousand words.

I could post links but then that would spoil the dream.

If anybody wants both sides of the coin, go to youtube, because you will only ever get tales on telly. Not one news report is trustworthy to me anymore.

I did want to type something humourous for today’s prompt but the news is a serious matter. Some men and women sign their lives away based on it. That’s not on.

The prompt asks, What can I do to prevent it from happening?

I don’t know, perhaps pretend it’s not happening? It seems to work for others.

Winston hit the nail, with his statement.

Thank you for reading

Frankie.

In response to http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/03/31/prompt-drives-me-crazy/

 

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Instinct.

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I have hit a stone wall with today’s prompt.

I don’t understand how to answer the question.

I think having values and standards is just something that happens and improves or unimproves as we go through life.

Showing compassion? I think it’s either in me or not.

Sympathetic? It’s either in me or not.

Rolling up the sleeves and helping rather than talking about helping? It’s either in me or not.

Sometimes I wish I were one way or the other but it never amounts to more than wishes. The early years form the values of a person. Isn’t there a proverb, “Show me the child and I’ll show you the man.” I believe that to be true.

So I guess most of us here are past the child stage. And by now, we are what we are!

It is probably a good question because it is so hard to answer. I guess the code I try to stick to is to remind people how special we are incase nobody ever told us.

We are not just a number. We are special. That’s my code, I guess.

See, I got there in the end!

Thank you for reading

Frankie.

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In response to http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/03/30/prompt-walk-the-line/

Anamchara

Anamchara

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Anamchara. That word is millenia old.

It’s from the Gaelic (Irish/Celtic) language. Sometimes it has been broken into two words; anam cara, meaning soul’s friend.

The inetersting thing is that the word, anamchara,  was never meant to be split in two. Neither does it mean ‘soul mate’ as we understand it today.

The ancient Celts were so in tune with their gaurdian angel, spirit guide, synchronicity, Holy Spirit…whatever name we choose, that they worked as one. They hadn’t the same pollution in the mind that we have today.

My anamchara made itself known a few years ago and I have been trying to work in tune with it since.

As for my soul mate. It can only be my wife.

Think of the most humble, giving, forgiving, generous person.

Now half that, and that’s my wife. She also has a nice little sense of humour.

As if by a sign from my anamchara, yesterday at my parents’ home, I found a little diary I had kept during my early years as a motor mechanic. It was used to record different jobs on cars etc. It was one of those things I had forgotten even existed.

I randomly opened it somewhere in the middle. “Sunday, 30th June 1991; Me and Porter called up for Marie and Liz. Went to tavern. I tackled Marie. Yes.”

I was twenty. The tavern, was the name of a night club. Tackled meant I asked her to be my girlfriend.

She didn’t answer “yes”. She just threw the arms around my neck and hepled herself to my lips. I have that effect!

My anamchara reminds me every now and then just how lucky I am to have a soul-mate like her.

Thank you for not crying

Frankie.

In response to http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/03/29/prompt-born/

Saying thanks, starting write now.

Saying thanks, starting write now.

The best cure for the blues is to excercise. Exercise  = Exorcise

Another cure is recieving the Liebster badge!

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Thanks to this lady  http://startingwritenow.com/ I don’t have the blues today nor probably for the rest of the week. I enjoy the easy way she tells her tales. It seems effortless to read her posts and before I realise I’m reading at all…I’m at the end; A sure sign of a talented writer.

There are conditions to this badge. Before I wear it, I have to

(a) Thank the blogger who gives it.

(b) Answer the eleven questions she asks.

(c) Nominate eleven bloggers with less than 500 followers.

(d) Ask these eleven bloggers eleven questions.

(e) Let these bloggers know that I have nominated them.

 

Here are the questions I was asked, plus my answers.

1. Do I prefer real books or internet or audio books?

I prefer real books. Audio books are also a great alternative to a physical storyteller.

2. If money was no object what would I do all day?

I would tour all the historic and prehistoric sites around Ireland. Over and over and over!

3. Where do I most want to travel?

Heaven.

4. Up to now, what has been my biggest success?

Breaking every rule in the book and still believing that I will be forgiven.

5. University or Life experience, which prepares a person best?

Neither! Good parenting is key. Read to them stories from Aesop’s fables and/or Children’s Bible.

6. What is the kindest thing anyone has ever done for me?

Forgiving me.

7. I have a Ten minute speech to give at a high school. What will it be about?

Explaining that anybody who preaches peace with a stockpile of weapons and souls at their disposal is as close to evil as it gets.  Let him/her do his own shooting.

8. Favourite Ice cream flavour?

Vanilla.

9. Night person or Morning person?

Both.

10. What book have I attempted to read several times but couldn’t finish?

None! I think I have finished every book.

11. What book title best describes my life?

A traveler’s guide to Sacred Ireland. by Cary Meehan

Every page is a whole new experience.

 

My nominees are:

http://humblebees.net/

http://thesalmonyatra.wordpress.com/

http://fieldofthorns.wordpress.com/

http://leighswordsmithery.wordpress.com/

http://goinroguedotnet.com/

http://isaiah41v10.wordpress.com/

http://angelamccauley.wordpress.com/

http://doctorloser.com/

http://fifty5words.wordpress.com/

http://victoriajodean.com/

http://yournibblednews.wordpress.com/

 

My questions for them are :

1. Tea or coffee?

2. Best piece of advice you have ever been given?

3. Which do you prefer Mountain or Beach?

4. Biggest lie you ever bought?

5. Your dream job?

6. Any phobia?

7. Favourite holiday memory, if any?

8. Can you swim?

9. Apart from swimming, what should we all try to learn?

10. Do you have a pet?

11. Can you recommend an Author?

 

ps…are you nosey like my wife?

Thank you for reading

Frankie.

A little song about swimming.

 

 

In response to http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/03/28/prompt-singing-the-blues/

 

Slow learner.

Slow learner.

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“Pride always comes before a fall.”

My mother (the one with the dentures) said that.

I’m sure somebody else had coined it before her. But she never gave them credit for it. She made that comment her own and took all the pride for it.

It’s true though, about pride. Her words have been ringing in my ears on so many occasions throughout my life so far. And if my past is anything to go by, I will have plenty of falls in the future.

For instance, if this nonsense turns out to be the most popular post in the history of WordPress and the Likes are in the hundreds, overnight I will develop a swagger like John Wayne. I will forget Mammy’s wisdom until tomorrow’s post which will struggle to reach three Likes. And only then will I remember her words.

In recent years I have been improving my ability to shun pride. I try to stay grounded. I say “try.” But it’s like writing or running or anything really. The more I practice, the easier it gets.

I try to understand what the likes of Saint Francis understood. Even the wild animals wanted to be near him. I think he was the first person to recieve the stigmata. But in his early life he was no saint (as the cliché goes). He once said “I have been all things unholy. If God can work through me, He can work through anyone.”

My wife has warned me not to get too serious in my blog. I know she’s right but I can’t help it sometimes. I don’t want to be the great pretender on my own blog!

The truth is people like Saint Francis facinate me! The way a particle accelerator facinates a molecular scientist. Or outer space facinates an astronomer.

God is almost a dirty word in modern society. I wonder how they achieved that. It seems to be working for them, the new age thinking. I am no threat. The closest I will get to stigmata is perhaps a blister on my palm from holding a beer bottle the wrong way.

To wrap up and in answer to the question posed in today’s Daily Prompt I will steal a few lines from another mother, and take the entire credit like the imposter and hypocrite that I am.

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Thank you for reading

Frankie.

In response to http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/03/27/prompt-the-great-pretender/

One man’s miracle…

One man’s miracle…

Some days when everything works against me it makes me smile. It sounds crazy I know.  It’s a recent alteration to the way I see the world.

One Friday afternoon, a  few years ago, I arrived back at the warehouse a bit later than usual. On the final leg of my journey I got stuck behind a chain of slow moving traffic. I cursed the farm tractor or whatever was causing the tailback but it didn’t improve things. I just had to ride it out like everybody else.

When eventually, I did get back to the warehouse my co-workers were long gone. On Fridays we usually knock off at 3pm, give or take  a few minutes. It was now 3:30.

I had to unlock the gates and open the large roller door, switch the lights on etc. More wasted time!

I reversed the truck inside the building, parked up, switched off the lighting, closed the roller door and made my way across the yard to my car. Mine was the only car left in the yard. The other workers were probably tucking into their dinners by now.

Just as I reached the car, a question occurred to me. Did I switch on the electric fork truck battery charger? It was my job to ensure the thing was charged up and ready for work on Monday morning.

So I went back. Opened the large roller door, lights on, checked on the fork truck and realised Yes I had put it on the charger after all. I can be forgetful at times but this was something I did only five minutes previous. Anyhow, Que Sera Sera. I lowered the roller door and made my way back to my car.

Like the previous time, just as I was about to get in the car, a little inner voice goes “Lights? Did you turn off the lights?” So I go back, open the roller door, only to discover I had left the lights on. Good thing I listened.

On my third attempt to get into my car, and go home, I heard another little noise. This noise was getting louder and louder, coming towards me. I turned around to see a forty foot Scania pulling into the yard. My fate was sealed. I knew what this meant. I would be very late home today. The driver climbed down and approached  me.

“Alright Mate,” in his English accent. “I have twenty-six pallets for you guys. I know I am late and I’m sorry. Would you be willing to fork them off for me?”

“Sure I will.” I answered. Because I’m a Yes man and that’s what Yes men do.

So, again,  I opened the roller door, switched the lights on, unplugged the fork truck and set to work unloading his truck.

When I was done it was close to 4:30. I started to sign the paperwork for the delivery. I was feeling a little bit sorry for myself until the driver made an odd statement.

“Thanks a lot mate. I’ll be able to catch the last ferry back to England this evening. If you hadn’t been here I would have had to park up until Monday.”

“Yep, it’s your lucky day!” I remarked as I signed my name on umpteen papers.

“The truth is, silly as this sounds, I prayed to God when I realised I would be late. I asked that he would work a small miracle for me. And believe me mate, I never pray. I owe him one for this.” He said.

 

On my drive home I realised something. That for every lucky break a person gets, the chances are that somebody else has to accept being second best. In a strange way, I felt special. My frustrating afternoon helped a miracle to happen for somebody.

One man’s miracle is another man’s cold dinner.

Thank you for reading,

Frankie.

In response to http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/03/26/prompt-que-sera-sera/

Banksy – The Advertisers

Some things need to reblogged.

"no doubt about it that nut's a genius"

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‘People are taking the piss out of you everyday. They butt into your life, take a cheap shot at you and then disappear. They leer at you from tall buildings and make you feel small. They make flippant comments from buses that imply you’re not sexy enough and that all the fun is happening somewhere else. They are on TV making your girlfriend feel inadequate. They have access to the most sophisticated technology the world has ever seen and they bully you with it. They are ‘The Advertisers’ and they are laughing at you.

You, however, are forbidden to touch them. Trademarks, intellectual property rights and copyright law mean advertisers can say what they like wherever they like with total impunity.

Fuck that. Any advert in a public space that gives you no choice whether you see it or not is yours. It’s yours to take, re-arrange and re-use…

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