I’m angry. There’s no use in sugar-coating the situation, I am fucking angry.

And because I’m pissed, we’ll do this in chronological order.

To begin, our cowardly Taoiseach couldn’t decide on what to do when it came to the vote on abortion so he pushed the responsibility to a ‘randomly’ selected ninety-nine citizens. So far, so frustration-worthy.

The Citizens’ Assembly listened to arguments for and against the proposed legality of abortion. They voted in favour of abortion, in case you were wondering. This left poor auld Kenny frightened like a little kitten and hiding under some kind of makeshift, imaginary tarpaulin, I’m sure. He is a master of hiding behind jargon and conjecture, asking journalists what they would replace the Eight Amendment with.

Eh, sorry Enda, aren’t you the leader of this fucking country? Shouldn’t you be big and ugly enough to decide where we go from here? You wanted this job, you wanted to put on your big boy pants and try to fix the country but now you’re running away from it. Well, regardless of whether or not the Citizens’ Assembly’s decision is in contrast to your religious beliefs, I frankly couldn’t give a shit. This was the job you wanted and we pay you handsomely for the honour so make a decision and just do it.

But Enda isn’t the only rich man to try to decide what women should do with their uteruses – or uteri, if you’re so inclined – parrot-faced Micheal Martin has thrown his one cent’s worth into the argument.

Micheal Martin revealed this week that he comes from a pro-life background – which I don’t give a shit about, but that’s neither here nor there – but he feels that his religious and moral beliefs should stop me and my friends and colleagues and every other woman in this backward fucking country from deciding whether or not we want to carry a child to term. Because there are consequences from having sex.

Not only that though – oh no – he has decided that because his one fake friend was a product of rape and it hurts her feelings to think that her mother COULD have had an abortion, none of the rest of us can have an abortion. Because there are also consequences from being violently attacked and raped – who knew?

I feel like I should explain this in simple English that even the moronic FF leader can understand – your ‘so-called’ friend’s mother decided not to have an abortion (or it was not available to her) so your – again- ‘friend’ was born. That’s grand, fine and dandy. I’m happy for her. Being born is just tops.

However, what you forget is that there are women who are raped who have had to travel alone, to another country, without the support of their friends or family, to have a procedure that will help them while they are in the midst of a terrible violence that has been committed against them.

Some people would see a child who is a result of rape as being a gift, others feel that it is a hindrance to their mental health.

What you, Micheal, can’t seem to get through your head is that – if the roles were reversed and we had free and legal abortion in this country – no one would have forced your friend’s mother to have an abortion. She would have been free to carry the child to term – if she so wished – and live her life as she saw fit. You do not want to offer me the same freedom.

In your mind, if women are raped, they should have the child or have enough money to garner these services from another health system. The NHS is over-crowded and the EU countries surrounding us have been inundated with Irish women who are desperate for access to abortion.

The saying is true – Irish abortions happen, just not in Ireland.

Moving on from the FF leader, we have Simon Coveney – the Housing minister with such a stiff moral compass, it doesn’t seem to be able to veer further than a degree beyond staunch right.

Firstly, I have a severe aversion to the pithy little phrase of ‘abortion on demand’, which Simon used at will this week. But that’s for another day and another blog post.

He is just so upset by the possibility of ‘AOD’ – the acronym I shall use from here on in – that he seemed to forget that it has literally nothing to do with him or his lack of a uterus.

Coveney said, “I am uncomfortable with some of those recommendations.” Uncomfortable enough, also, to forget that the Citizens’ Assembly was developed by his own party’s leader, the beau Enda Kenny.

Apparently, he thinks that there should be changes, but only the changes that he believes in because suddenly the Housing Minister is the newly-developed role of a dictator.

“I do think that there is change necessary in that area but I don’t support an approach that effectively facilitates abortion on demand in Ireland.”

I do find it hilarious that because the CA proved to be more progressive than our current government, these rich, white guys are now freaking out that they can’t effectively drag themselves from beneath the thumb of the Catholic Church.

I have assumed their key strategy; the current government hopes that we will just give up. That the current generation of women of a child-bearing age will leave this country and cease in their terrible quest for healthcare. Or if we don’t, they can just foist the decision for a referendum onto the next pack of fucking idiots who take their place.

One day – as we continue to fight the government, the church and the foreign pro-life investors – we will win.

One day we will have safe access to abortion just because it’s our fundamental right.

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A riot; beneath her ribs

burning like the surface of the sun.

Crawling through her veins,

molten,

ashes where her bones should be.

Under the thumb of an old man in golden robes,

her crime unforgiven within the confines of a confessional.

But tomorrow she’ll rise,

fire in her belly, Phoenix-like,

with nothing left but fury in her eyes and rage in her heart.

Words once stagnant will fly unbridled,

sparkling,

from a tongue newly sharpened.

Her body not her own in a country of resistance.

Rebellion,

her skin unblemished but war-torn,

concealing a shame she shouldn’t feel.

Her God-given guilt.

There is beauty in her armour –

tarnished and torn though it is –

pulsing red and blistering to the touch.

She will join them,

warriors,

all in black, swords drawn.

They’ll fight with their bodies,

with words sharper than blades,

and hearts on fire.

Repeal, they’ll cry,

repeal.

 

Awesome piece.

Len Moriarty

You’re painting the town blue

Covering up facts like ugly blemishes

Blocking out red mouths and beating hearts

Leaving A B C D X and Y in the alphabet

Forgetting the names behind the letters

The stories behind the numbers

Forgetting that a boundary exists between personal prejudice

And the facts of human rights and human life.

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You’re painting the city blue

With the tears of once excited mothers-to-be with fatal pregnancies

With the tears of scared young girls

Who dared to make a choice that would affect their life alone

With the tears of the thousands of women queuing in Dublin airport

Paying for a flight to Britain that they can’t afford.

Your paint is made of the tears of the abused

In a country obsessed with female sexuality.

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Please don’t paint our country blue

Please do not force your biased beliefs onto me

Or my sister…

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Youth Defence and others like them – American-funded anti-abortion groups – seem to display themselves as pro-life, not only for their perceived religion or anti-sex values but for women and society as a whole. Let’s see if that’s true.

Until pro-lifers donate their time and excessive money to children’s charities.

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Until they approve of full and extensive sex education – which fundamentally improves the likelihood of wanted pregnancies. Pro-lifer and founder of LifePosts.com, Steven Waldman, says that, for many, it comes down to the idea of ‘sin’. Great.

Until pro-lifers properly support the parents of disabled, differently abled or children with birth defects, and short lifespans, instead of just paying lip-service. Emma Dooney of Campus.ie explains it better than I ever could.

Until contraception is readily and cheaply available to all members of society.

Until a woman can actually ask about abortion and have it considered a viable option, instead of a black mark against her soul, her conscience and her health.

Until then, not one person who identifies as a pro-lifer can consider themselves pro-child or pro-woman, or even pro-parent. The fact of the matter is this, a large percentage of those who consider themselves pro-life are most certainly anti-women. For these people, they believe there should be a consequence to sex. It seems that the majority of their beliefs hinge on the fact that women should just not have sex if they don’t want to become pregnant.

Condoms too expensive? Don’t have sex. Worst yet, the pro-life movement claim that condoms fail most of the time.

Hormonal contraceptive doesn’t suit? Close your legs.

Make sure you aren’t unemployed because you will be more of a drain on the state, but also make sure you aren’t employed because you don’t want your employer to have to pay you maternity leave, do you? Selfish.

Don’t abort a healthy foetus – you witch! – but also don’t abort one that will die outside of the womb because don’t you want to give your child a chance?

Worse still are the lies – that condoms fail, that abortion causes cancer or child abuse of future imaginary children; this is what I find most curious. If the pro-life movement believed so fully in their movement, they would not feel the need to lie to the public, to their supporters.

If the world was a perfect place, abortion would never be needed as everyone would be fully educated and contraception would be widely available. The world, however, is not a perfect place and, therefore, abortion is a necessary piece of healthcare that deserves legislation.

 

Until all of the other options are allowed and fully considered, will a person who describes themselves as ‘pro-life’ actually show themselves as both pro-child and pro-woman – just as their slogans like to claim.

Trevor Noah, yesterday, took offence to Meryl Streep’s speech at the Golden Globes. While he agreed with the majority of her point, his particular contention came in the form of her contest to football and MMA as the only cultural consumption in the country.

Well. We have something to discuss. Trevor Noah made a succinct point – MMA should not be shit on as a sport or as a part of American culture, neither should football. However, by admonishing Streep’s point about sport, he led himself to miss the idea that Streep put forth.

Meryl Streep’s speech was using MMA as a stand-in. She could have said the same thing about baseball or model-building or, I don’t know, knitting – which would have offended many different people – or something like water polo – which would not have offended to as great a scale. Why? Because it’s socially associated with a higher class, a distinctly white and English class who are regularly targeted with little to no fanfare or resistance because, heh, they are just so privileged.

Yes, Streep made little of a tough and dedicated sport but, again, that wasn’t the point. Her point was that, simply, those involved in the arts are regularly shit on for a number of reasons and those reasons are defiantly anti-Trump; the arts is creative and flamboyant, liberal and accepting. That is not to say that Hollywood is without fault – there are still many actors who are unable to come out as LGBT due to the perceived box office ramifications, as well as a number of actors – mainly female – who are subjected to the dreaded ‘casting couch’.

But Meryl Streep is the personification of female success – another of Trump’s adversaries – and her point was thus –  Hollywood and the press and those without ‘white American’ origin are more powerful and more important than one man who won a vote upon the fears of a country’s majority would like to believe.

Streep’s opinion of Trump mocking a disabled journalist – Pulitzer prize-winning Serge Kovaleski – is irrelevant and her upset is unnecessary but her point is warranted. The United States of America is mere days away from the inauguration of a man whose back catalogue would rival that of any enemy of the free state.

So, in her speech, Streep was correct – the Press is the most important voice we have in this fight – in any political, cultural or social fight. Whether a journalist or publication supports or opposes the President-elect, the voices of all must be heard and – among the turmoil – those who are on the right side of not only history but humanity will be heard and revered.

Unfortunately for this late-night TV consumer, Noah’s point fell short – why be a contrarian when you can reiterate a point? Meryl Streep may be of a cultural or social state many of us will never reach but her heart was in the right place and, besides, I’ve never before heard Trevor Noah speak so passionately about MMA.

Pyrrhic has been one of those words that I have stumbled across on more than one occasion so I figured it was high time I found out just what it means and where it comes from.

Noun: a metrical foot consisting of two short or unaccented syllables.

From the Latin pyrrhichius, Greek pyrrichios, pyrriche, a kind of dance.

First known use: 1626

Example: Andrew Marvell’s “The Garden” contains examples of pyrrhic meter, here in bold: “To a green thought in a green shade.”

Also known as dibrach, a pyrrhic foot.

Adjective: (of a victory) won at too great a cost to have been worthwhile for the victor – a Pyrrhic victory; costly to the point of negating or outweighing expected benefits – a great but Pyrrhic act of ingenuity.

Also called a Cadmean victory.

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From Pyrrhus, king of Epirus who sustained heavy losses in defeating the Romans.

First known use: 1838

Example: Boris Johnson and Nigel Farage’s Brexit victory – the negatives far outweigh the positives.

I have found myself, sometimes, double checking whether or not I am using the right word in certain situations.

I think that one of the more confusion mix-ups is that of wary and weary.

Wary: (adj.) cautious, prudent, careful, alert, untrusting.

Usage: Tourists should be wary, as pickpockets are known to operate in this area.

History: 1550s, from Old English wær “prudent, aware, alert, wary,” from Proto-Germanic *waraz (cf. Old Norse varr “attentive,” Gothic wars “cautious,” Old Saxon gikar, Middle Dutch gheware, Old High German giwar, Germangewahr “aware”), from PIE root *wer- “to cover”.

How to remember: Wary – to be aware.

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Weary: (adjective) –

 

  • extreme tiredness as a result of exertion, worn out, exhausted
  • tired of, bored with, jaded, sick and tired of
  • (+ of) dissatisfied, impatient

Usage:

  • The miners were weary after a long shift.
  • I grew weary of her endless excuses.

History: before 900; Old English werig “tired,” related to worian “to wander, totter,” from West Germanic *worigaz (of. Old Saxon worig “weary,” Old High German wuorag “intoxicated”), of unknown origin.