The prevarication of pontiffs

Pope Emeritus Benedict XVI passed away today, St. Sylvester’s Day. His legacy is not a good one. Through the latter years of the Reign of John Paul II when the Polish Pope was suffering from dementia Benedict effectively ruled the Catholic Church. He presided over a regime undergoing multiple international revelations of child sexual abuse. His, and the official church position, was to deny, delay and deflect. Pay off the victims but get them to sign non-disclosure declarations. Instead of bringing sexual abusers to book the approach was to move them from the site of their crimes, where they were known, to pastures new, where they could re-offend. The Catholic Church were not the shepherds, they were the wolves.

In my series on lies the practice of Deny, Delay, Deflect is classified as Telling Lies #18. Popes are not supposed to tell lies, in fact they are held in the church to be infallible. That’s a joke.

Pope Sylvester was made a saint supposedly because he converted Constantine The Great to Christianity. To me this appears to be another lie perpetrated by the Christian Church and unsubstantiated by Imperial Records. It is true that Constantine was tolerant of Christianity, the religion of his mother St. Helena. He permitted Christians freedom of worship, but he permitted freedom of worship to all imperial religions including Pagan Roman, Greek and Egyptian Sects. He permitted the Jews their worship.

On the eve of the battle of Milvian bridge he had his troops daub the Chi-Rho symbol on their shields. The Christian Church claimed he had a vision from God. I claim he realized that between the Christians in his army and those in the army of his rival, Maxentius, a symbol of his tolerance was a powerful promise. And so it proved to be.

Constantine supported the construction of Christian Churches, most notably St Peter’s Old Basilica and the Church of the Holy Sepulcher. But his triumphal arch in Rome is a votive to the pagan Gods. As Christianity grew Constantine replaced pagan symbols with Christian ones. But the issue of his conversion remains controversial.

Pope Sylvester died in 335CE, two years before Constantine. So the Church claims his conversion within his lifetime. Most sources quote a “Deathbed” conversion which was a common trope of the era. It supposedly allowed pagan kings to take actions that were traditional to their tribe, but sinful under Christianity. With a deathbed conversion your sins were absolved. It’s remarkable how many kings converted on their deathbed. Christian Bishops must have lurked on bed heads like vultures circling over a kill.

If Constantine converted before he died why is there no court record? If he converted on his deathbed Sylvester was two years dead. Did he rise from the dead to convert Constantine. It is a tale like many in the Bible and Christian Dogma and Hagiography which falls apart at the smallest rational enquiry.

But the Church will tell you that if you BELIEVE Sylvester is a Saint then he is. If you BELIEVE that Benedict was not an apologist for child sexual abuse you may want to canonize him. I would not support a church that makes saints of pedophiles. Such a church should never exist.

The Lamb; by William Blake

Little lamb who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Gave thee life & bid thee feed
by the stream & o’er the mead;
gave thee clothing of delight,
softest clothing wooly bright;
gave thee such a tender voice,
making all the vales rejoice!

Little Lamb who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Little lamb I’ll tell thee,
little lamb I’ll tell thee!
He is called by thy name,
for he calls himself a Lamb:
he is meek & he is mild,
he became a little child:
I a child & thou a lamb,
we are called by his name.

Little lamb God bless thee.
Little lamb God bless thee.

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1023 years of Munster V Leinster

For over 1,000 years Munster and Leinster have been battling it out for supremacy in Ireland. This year’s latest Derby on Dec 26th was in Thomond at home to the Munster team, but Leinster maintained their recent string of victories, taking the game by a single point.

On this day, Dec 30th 999CE the derby was played out on the banks of the river Liffey in Kildare at the battle of Glenmama, in the first Leinster revolt against king Brian Ború of Munster. The Munster team on that day included some players from the Meath team led by High King of Ireland Mael Sechnaill II, while the Leinster men under their coach Máel Mórda combined with the Dublin Vikings of King Sitric Silkenbeard. The Munster men prevailed that day and Brian Ború occupied Dublin.

However, the traditional Úi Néill Ulster families refused to acknowledge the position of Munster at the top of the table. So the Munster Men had to play some tough games against the Ulster outfit. In 1002 the Ulster coach, Máel Sechaill Mac Domnaill admitted defeat and the Munster team were undisputed champions.

Leinster insisted on a rematch in 1014 in a game that is now called the Battle of Clontarf. Munster won that one too, although they suffered some pretty serious injuries which benched some of their key players permanently. Brian Ború never played again.

The games these days are not played with axes and swords, but are no less fierce for that. The field of rugby is no place for the faint hearted. When Munster and Leinster meet there is always a special atmosphere. The tide may now be turning back to Munster and we will see the return of winning ways.

Now a poem lamenting the loss of Brian Ború, which sounds like something much more modern. Could J.R.R. Tolkien have glanced at it in passing as he penned “Where now are the horse and the rider”?

Oh Kincora (Ceann Coradh); by Mac Liag (Court Poet to Brian Boru)

Where, Kincora is Brian the Great?
and where is the beauty that once was thine?
Where are the princes and nobles that sate,
at the feast in thy halls and drank the red wine?
Where, oh, Kincora?

Where, Kincora, are the valorous lords?
Oh whither thou hospitable have they gone?
Oh where are the Dalcassians of the Golden Swords?
And where are the warriors Brian led on?
Where, oh, Kincora?

And where is Murrough, the descendant of kings
the defeater of a hundred – the daringly brave
who set but slight store by jewels and rings
who swam down the torrent and laughed at its wave?
Where, oh, Kincora?

And where is Donogh, King Brian’s son?
And where is Conaing, the beautiful chief?
And Kian and Corc? Alas! They are gone
they have left me this night alone with my grief,
left me, Kincora!

And where are the chiefs with whom Brian went forth,
the ne’er vanquished sons of Erin the Brave,
the great King of Onaght, renowned for his worth,
and the hosts of Baskinn, from the western wave?
Where, oh, Kincora?

Oh where is Duvlann of the swift-footed steeds?
And where is Cian, who was son of Molloy?
And where is King Longeran, the fame of whose deeds
in the red battlefield no time can destroy?
Where, oh, Kincora?

And where is that youth of majestic height,
the faith keeping Prince of Scots? – Even he
as wide as his fame was, as great as his might,
was tributary. oh, Kincora, to thee!
Thee, oh, Kincora!

They are gone, those heroes of royal birth,
who plundered no churches, and broke no trust.
‘Tis weary for me to be living on earth,
while they, oh, Kincora, lie low in the dust!
Low, oh, Kincora!

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Canadian Beer Baron

The founder of one of Canada’s wealthiest families was born Dec 28th in 1763 in Moulton, Cheshire, England. John Molson was the orphan son of a wealthy family who was not robbed by the trustees of his estate. At age 18 he emigrated to Quebec on a ship leaking so badly that the passengers had to be transferred to another ship mid-passage. He used his funds to buy a partnership in a Canadian brewery run by Thomas Loid. He was not cheated and the business did not fail. He truly was an exceptionally fortunate young man.

On a trip back to England he discovered a textbook on the principles behind brewing and set to work applying these to his brewery. He made Molson’s the most popular beer in Quebec within a short time. By 1800 he was producing 30,000 gallons of beer annually. He was using cutting edge science such as a thermometer and a saccharometer to control his production quality. He continued to expand his beer production and was making sufficient money to diversify into other businesses.

He commissioned the construction of the first steamship in Canada. After some teething problems he figured out the economics of the steamship business and it became a second cash cow.

He branched out into Hotels and Theatres. When an appeal to government to build a bigger hospital fell on deaf ears he raised the funds to build the Montreal General Hospital. He constructed the first Canadian railway; the Champlain and St Lawrence Railroad, connecting the St Lawrence Seaway with the Hudson River system and greatly reducing journey time between New York City and Montreal. The trains ran and the money flowed into the Molson account. Sadly John himself never saw the completion of that project, but left a legacy to be proud of. Molson still controls the largest share of brewing in Canada today.

Lines on Ale; by Edgar Allen Poe

Filled with mingled cream and amber,
I will drain that glass again.
Such hilarious visions clamber
through the chamber of my brain.
Quaintest thoughts, queerest fancies
come to life and fade away.
What care I how time advances;
I am drinking ale today.

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Curse of the Bambino

In Ireland we love a good sports curse. The most common form of curse in Ireland tends to involve riotous players or fans celebrating victory who disrespect a funeral and are cursed by the grieving widow. They will never again win the championship until all that team have passed away, or until those who disrupted the funeral pass away or some such formula.

The most famous curse in American sport was the curse of the bambino. Babe Ruth took the Boston Red Sox to three of it’s World Series in 1915, 1916 and 1918. The Red Sox were the super-team of the era. On Dec 26th 1919 they sold Babe Ruth to the New York Yankees, who went on to become the premier team of Baseball. The Red Sox did not win their next World Series until 2004.

County Mayo in Ireland last won an All Ireland Senior Football Championship in 1951. The legend is that the Mayo team bus returning home from the final passed a funeral without showing respect as they celebrated their All-Ireland win. This was held to be the town of Foxford, until records proved their was no funeral in that town on that day. But perhaps it was another town on the route?

The priest supposedly put a curse on Mayo, but that is a departure from the usual Widow curse. It is more believable that a curse comes from a Widow. Priests are supposed to break curses, not cast them. So it may not have been a priest and may not have been in Foxford.

The curse was that they would not win another title until all of the team had died. Since the deaths of Pádraig Carney in 2019 and Paddy Prendergast in 2021, only one member of the 1951 team remain living – Mick Loftus, though he was a sub and did not play on the day. Prendergast, who was the final surviving member of the team and played at full-back, died at the age of 95 on 26 September 2021.

The curse was not broken in 2022 and the Sam Maguire now resides in County Kerry. So GAA fans of Mayo are now keeping a weather eye on Mick Loftus. Could he break the curse?

Irish people actually had a strong curse tradition, the piseog. Especially in rural areas there were strong beliefs in the power of the faerie folk and other supernatural forces, deeper and older than Christianity. There are many recorded instances of Catholic priests being asked to intercede on behalf of someone convinced their neighbour had cursed them. Crop failures, sick cattle, butter that will not churn, and love lost were all subjects of curses.

The enacting of piseogs had much in common with voodoo. Burying a raw egg in your neighbours land, or burying the carcass of a diseased animal. As they rotted so did your neighbours fortune. In Irish lore a curse was considered somehow fair, an honest retribution for a wrong. But the piseog was made with evil intent. It was black magic.

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The Eggnog Riot

Graduates of Westpoint Military Academy celebrate in style and try to go a little crazy as a reaction to all the stifled years of disciplined behaviour they must exhibit to graduate. But regardless of how hard they party they know they can never approach the antics of the class of 1826.

These days Eggnog is seen as something served by responsible adults in polite middle class get togethers. A blend of alcohol, egg and milk with cream and sugar. The egg whites are whipped to a froth to give it volume. It may be made using sherry or brandy, whisky or rum. It’s the kind of drink you might give your elderly aunt but not really a binge drink for student parties.

In 1826 the students of Westpoint North Barracks smuggled large quantities of whiskey into the school in the days before Christmas. On Christmas Eve they blended their ingredients and started to party. The result is also known as the Eggnog Mutiny. They partied hard. A subsequent investigation found 70 students were involved and 20 were court-martialed. The barracks themselves were pretty smashed up.

I don’t have a decent eggnog poem to share, so I am giving you a Wassail, a poem or song to toast to good health, over a mulled glass of hot cider. This was recited in the orchards by bands of Englishmen to thank the trees for the Christmas Cider. Drunken men do some really silly things.

Wassail to the Apple and the Pear, from Cornworthy, Devon, England, 1805

Huzza, Huzza, in our good town
the bread shall be white and the liquor be brown.
So here my old fellow I drink to thee
and the health of each other tree.
Well may ye blow, well may ye bear
blossom and fruit both apple and pear
so that every bough and every twig
may bend with a burden both fair and big.
May ye bear us and yield us fruit such as stores
that the bags and chambers and house run o’er.

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Happy Birthday Paul Klee

Born today in 1879 in Switzerland, Paul Klee was famously a teacher in the Bauhaus. With Wassily Kandinsky they developed colour theory. Klee was the son of a music teacher and a talented violinist. He and Kandinsky believed that colours had natural tones and shapes. The colour theory they developed has had a profound and enduring influence on industrial graphic design. The logos of big brand companies that surround you were assembled using theory pioneered in the Bauhaus in the 1920’s.

Klee served in the German military during WW1, but was fortunate to secure an aircraft maintenance post, which kept him safe behind the lines, and gave him time and space to work on his art. He became a member of the Blue Four (Die Blaue Vier) in 1923 with Kandinsky, Feininger and von Jawlensky. They worked, lectured, taught, toured and exhibited together.

The rise of Nazism was bad news for Avant Garde artists, for the Bauhaus in general and for Klee himself. In his early career a trip to Tunis was a revelation for him and he often spoke of the quality of the light there and how it impacted colour. He subsequently visited Egypt and these sojourns led to Nazi critics describing him as an Arab and even a Jew.

When the Nazi party gained control of Dessau city council in 1932 they shut down the Bauhaus. It was considered un-German and a breeding ground for Communists. The school re-opened in Berlin but was shut down a year later by the Gestapo. At the height of his creative powers in 1933 Klee he returned to Switzerland. In 1935 he came down with a painful auto-immune disease which left him in pain and misery in the final years of his too short life.

Klee’s notebooks are respected by serious artists as being as influential as the works of Leonardo da Vinci.

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Pantomime

These days pantomime appears to be exclusively a British and Irish tradition. Which is rather strange. Today is Dec 17th, and is traditionally the commencement of the ancient Roman festival of Saturnalia.

All conventions were upended. Masters served the servants, women and men cross dressed and the normal proprieties were suspended. These are the features of Pantomime. The heroic male lead is often played by a woman. Dames are played by men. The audience; usually passive observers, become integral to the experience. Pantomime is the complete opposite of serious theatre, and this is intentional. Pantomime is a subversion of convention. And it’s fun.

In Ireland and Great Britain pantomime is an integral part of the Christmas season. For many children it is their first introduction to live theatre. Many of the standard classics are rooted in popular fairytales such as Cinderella, Aladdin, Sinbad, Beauty and the Beast, Snow White, Babes in the Woods, Hansel and Gretel and Peter Pan. Interwoven into the children’s stories are adult themes: commentaries on current affairs and politics, the issues of the day, pertinent to the adult audience.

The comedy is lewd and crude. It is supposed to be common and gauche. There is no joy in a highbrow pantomime. Amateur productions, with their lumps, bumps and m!istakes are almost better than the big professional productions. Grab a small town or a school or college show.

So, this is the end of this post.

Oh no it’s not!

Oh yes it is.

Oh no it’s not!

Oh yes it is.

He’s behind you.

Oh no he’s not.

Oh yes he is.

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Merkava

Bord Dec 15th, 1899 Harold Abrahamson was 100 Meter Olympic Sprint Champion in the Paris Olympiad of 1924. A controversial figure he was a Jew in a highly anti-Semitic England. When he employed a professional athletics coach he was accused of breaking the amateur ethos of the Olympics.

His story was turned into the film Chariots of Fire in 1981, produced by David Puttnam, the golden boy of 1980’s British Cinema. David emerged from the Ad Agency CDP in the 1970’s where he worked with Charles Saatchi, Alan Parker and Ridley Scott. CDP effectively produced the cinema boom in 1980s Britain.

Chariots of Fire was released in the year when Charles, Prince of Wales, married Diana Spencer in Westminster Abbey in what may have been the greatest royal wedding in history. I myself had a copy of the official “Not the Royal Wedding” catalogue by the comedy team who produced “Not the 9 O’clock News”.

Funding for Chariots of Fire came from a company called Allied Stars, where Dodi Fayed was an executive, son of the Egyptian millionaire Mohamed al-Fayed, and who later became the love interest of Princess Diana. Famously they died together in a car crash in Paris in 1997.

Mohamed bought Harrods in London in an attempt to break into the notoriously exclusive English society scene. In this regard the story of Abrahamson had resonance for Dodi. The title of this post, Merkava, is the Hebrew for Chariot. In Israel it is the name of their Main Battle Tank.

Jerusalem: by William Blake

And did those feet in ancient time
walk upon Englands mountains green
and was the holy Lamb of God,
on Englands pleasant pastures seen!

And did the Countenance Divine,
shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here,
among these dark satanic mills?

Bring me my bow of burning gold
bring me my arrows of desire
bring me my spear: O clouds unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!

I will not cease from mental fight,
nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
till we have built Jerusalem,
in England’s green & pleasant Land.

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Counterinsurgency

Kenya became independent from England in 1963, on this day, December 12th. I say England, not Britain, not Great Britain, not the United Kingdom. Let’s be really clear about the fact that without England there was no Empire.

So Kenya was born in the same year as me. I am a couple of months older than Kenya. Louise and I travelled there in 1993 for our honeymoon and spent three amazing weeks in that wonderful country.

But Ireland and Kenya share a darker history and that is the history of counterinsurgency. Sir Frank Kitson, an English General, rose high in his career and was even Aide-de-Camp to Queen Elizabeth.

He was awarded the military cross in 1955 for his service during the Mau-Mau uprising in Kenya. Overtly the Mau-Mau rebellion was a savage affair with atrocities committed on both sides. But what was most remarkable was the level of torture meted out by the British forces on the Kenyans. Systematic torture was employed in concentration camps and the British Army committed multiple war crimes.

Covertly Frank Kitson was engaged in a campaign of counter insurgency which resulted in him becoming a published author of “Gangs and Counter Gangs”, “Low Intensity Operations” and “Dirty Wars”. Kitson wrote the playbook on torture methods for the British Army. Techniques he pioneered in Malaysia were used with great effect to break up the Kenyan opposition. He created divisions between factions that led to them fighting each other instead of uniting against the common enemy.

The techniques he pioneered in Kenya were used in Ireland during the 1970’s and 1980’s against the nationalists, the civil rights movement and the Provisional IRA. Northern Ireland was subjected to decades of savagery because of this man.

Today the prisoners held illegally in Guantanamo Bay by the CIA and the US Military are subjected to torture using the techniques developed by Kitson. Indeed the FBI, CIA and US Secret Service flew Kitson to the USA to train them. In England he is respected and celebrated as a decorated military officer.

Tortures; by Wislawa Szymborska

Nothing has changed.
The body is susceptible to pain,
it must eat and breathe air and sleep,
it has thin skin and blood right underneath,
an adequate stock of teeth and nails,
its bones are breakable, its joints are stretchable.
In tortures all this is taken into account.

Nothing has changed.
The body shudders as it shuddered
before the founding of Rome and after,
in the twentieth century before and after Christ.
Tortures are as they were, it’s just the earth that’s grown smaller,
and whatever happens seems right on the other side of the wall.

Nothing has changed. It’s just that there are more people,
besides the old offenses new ones have appeared,
real, imaginary, temporary, and none,
but the howl with which the body responds to them,
was, is and ever will be a howl of innocence
according to the time-honored scale and tonality.

Nothing has changed. Maybe just the manners, ceremonies, dances.
Yet the movement of the hands in protecting the head is the same.
The body writhes, jerks and tries to pull away,
its legs give out, it falls, the knees fly up,
it turns blue, swells, salivates and bleeds.

Nothing has changed. Except for the course of boundaries,
the line of forests, coasts, deserts and glaciers.
Amid these landscapes traipses the soul,
disappears, comes back, draws nearer, moves away,
alien to itself, elusive, at times certain, at others uncertain of its own existence,
while the body is and is and is
and has no place of its own.

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Xian gone.

December 11th 220 AD was a notable date in history. Emperor Xian was forced to abdicate by Cao Pi the successor of the warlord Cao Cao. Truth be told Emperor Xian never had any power. He was a puppet of one warlord after another as the 400 year Han Dynasty was torn apart. For a time it seemed Cao Cao would prevail and the Han would continue, but his defeat at the battle of Red Cliffs led to the emergence of the three kingdoms of Wei, Shu and Wu.

The rise of the Han in China mirrored the emergence of Rome as a superpower in the West. The collapse of the Han in China similarly reflected the collapse of Rome into the Crisis of the Third Century. I have no doubt that the troubles suffered by Rome and China were linked by the arrival of plague. Various plagues were recorded in the Roman World, the Antonine Plague and the Plague of Cyprian severely damaged the ability of Rome to maintain its borders. We know there was some contact between the Eastern and Western worlds, including an embassy sent by Antoninus Pius.

The Golden age of the Han is reflected in this tomb mural from Dahuting, depicting a banquet, a time of plenty, of wealth and luxury. More importantly an age of stability. It is in stability that people can plan their lives in the long term. They can invest in business enterprises. They can save towards long term goals. The goal of all governments should be long term stability.

The reason why warlords such as Dong Zhuo and Cao Cao did not assassinate Liu Xie is because the kid had the right to call himself Emperor Xian. He represented a long term legitimacy they needed if they were to become more than mere usurpers or opportunists.

While we in the West define the Chinese by the earlier Qin Dynasty, the Chinese themselves define themselves by the Han. They are the Han people, they speak Han language and write using Han characters.

上邪!
我欲与君相知,
长命无绝衰。
山无陵,
江水为竭,
冬雷震震,
夏雨雪 ,
天地合,
乃敢与君绝!

Excuse my translation.

By Heaven!

I want to know you,
for all eternity.
Until mountains crumble,
and rivers run dry,
until sun scorches the winter
and snow falls in summer,
until the earth breaks and merges with the sky.
Not until then will I part from you.

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