Ciaran’s Peculier [sic] Blog

A view of the world from an Irish hole

Somalia’s tragedy continues

The tragedy of Somalia shows no signs of going away. Heavy fighting between the Ethiopian occupation forces and the Somali army on the one side, and resurgent Islamic militants on the other has led to the departure of hundreds of thousands of refugees from the capital Mogadishu. These poor people are faced with a journey into the unknown, during which they are prey to every form of blackmail and extortion. There are probably many in the country who look back nostalgically to the corrupt and despotic days of military tyrant Mohamed Siad Barreh.

The Ethiopians now admit that they are bogged down. They know they’re not wanted and indeed have made themselves hated by their indiscriminate killings of innocent civilians. In the middle of it all is a miniscule African Union ”Peace keeping” force, made up entirely of Ugandans, the only country which made good its promise to commit soldiers.

Somalia has no de facto government. As such it’s a neo-con’s dream: no government, no taxes – except “extraordinary donations” to the various armed factions for protection. The mobile ‘phone industry is doing a great trade. It is, after all, the only way for people to communicate without going out of doors where they run the risk of being targetted by snipers. Then again, with the greater use of artillery by all sides, there’s no guarantee that life’s safe even staying in doors. 

Congratulations Cardinal Brady

As a native of east Breifne I’m duty-bound, I suppose, to offer my most sincere congratulations to fellow Cavanman Sean Brady on his elevation to be a hinge of the church. Fr Brady (as he was then) was the first person ever to teach me French, and my memories of him are of a very kind, erudite and warm-hearted man. I see today that Barrow-boy Bartie had to do his duty as a good son of the chorch (sic) and a son of a gardener in Archbishop’s House by greeting Cardinal Brady on his return. Barrow-boy really showed himself up in the Dail on Wednesday. At one stage I expected him to scream: “Shut your fuckin mou’ Gilmore or I’ll punch your fuckin’ lighs ou’”. Once a gurrier always a gurrier. But then Barrow-boy’s looking for an exit strategy. It is ironic that today’s news should be dominated by the cardinal’s return, as only last night I was reading Gamini Salgado’s excellent volume on the Elizabethan underworld. In his description of the Red Light district of London’s Southwark he explains that the brothels or stews as they were known advertised their services with a painted sign which was called a cardinal’s hat. This was because of a perceived similarity between the hat and the depiction of the aroused male sexual organ.

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