THE MORONIC INFERNO
The moronic inferno
Burns brightly these days
Almost as bright in fact
As the ever-glowing Northern Lights.
And the morons dance round their blazing fires
Hurtling insults to their hearts desires
About the economy – stupid! – and their messy
With all the morals of a world of rutting rabbits,
And their institutionalised racism
Which they deliver verbatim –
I am not racist BUT…
What if the shoe was on the other foot?
DRIVING WHILE BLACK
Don’t drive while you’re black
‘Cos you may get stopped on the way back
From wherever you have been
Doing bad things to country and queen
Never drive when you’re black
Looking for white people to attack
‘Cos that’s a crime too
Though it’s okay to drive when you’re blue
Driving while black
Means you could get shot in the back
For turning left or failing to stop
By some trigger-happy, non-black cop
Some other ‘crimes’ while being black;
Smoking while black
Learning while black
Walking while black
Shopping while black
Eating while black
In fact almost any damn thing while black
THE DINOSAUR DEBATE
Malkey, have you got a chink in your armour?
I wouldn’t be surprised, Dave
The little blighters get everywhere
How many dogs did you keep in Cardiff, Malkey?
More than enough to fill the team when I was there.
Did you hear the one about the Brit, Malkey? And the Paddy,
The Jock, the Taffy, the Jew and the Paki…
That’s racist, Dave!
Are you sure you’re a Limey?
I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,
When he beats his bars and would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings –
I know why the caged bird sings
Maya Angelou has died. Poet, activist, actor, writer,dancer, cook and much more besides. She joined the Harlem Writers Guild in the late 1950’s, where she met her friend and mentor James Baldwin. After hearing Dr. Martin Luther King speak for the first time in 1960 she joined the Civil Rights Movement, and later worked for Malcolm X.
Maya wrote seven volumes of autobiography, starting with I KNOW WHY THE CAGED BIRD SINGS, and described her writing process as ‘regimented’. She would get up at five in the morning and check into a hotel room, where the staff had been instructed to remove any pictures from the walls. She wrote on legal pads while lying on the bed, with a bottle of sherry, a deck of cards to play solitaire, Roget’s Thesaurus and the Bible, and would leave by the early afternoon. She averaged 10–12 pages of material a day in this manner, which she then edited down to three or four pages in the evening. Tough going!
Maya is put here
Who will sing the praises of the poets now?
who the deeds of men?
with Maya dead the muses are silent
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom
First review is in for NO BLACKS, NO DOGS, NO POLES. The reviewer sees the play as ‘a new look at an old problem’ and gives it a fairly decent write-up. I was pleased with it, and I think the cast can be too. There are several more reviews due out on Wed/Thurs this week. Looking forward to them!
I WON’T BE ON HERE MUCH THIS WEEK AS MY NEW PLAY OPENS TOMORROW AND I WILL BE OCCUPIED WITH THAT.
NORMAL SERVICE SHOULD RESUME NEXT WEEK!,
BISEXUAL FATHER + RACIST NEPHEW + ABORIGINAL WIFE = RACISM AND BIGOTRY IN IRELAND
DON’T MISS THIS NEW PLAY
Synopsis: The dysfunctional Kennedy clan are having a re-union. There’s the father, Con, a successful building contractor in London who has had to relocate back in Ireland because of tax irregularities in the UK. Con is secretly bisexual, although not-so-secret from his wife, Marion, who has known it all along and kept quiet about it. His estranged son, Michael, turns up after five years in Australia with Cathy, his new aborigine wife. To say his parents are surprised would be putting it mildly. His nephew, Jimmy, also turns up and it is soon apparent that his racist, bigoted views haven’t mellowed any as he has got older. We learn that he is there at Con’s invitation; his real reason being to spy on Marion, who Con suspects of having an affair. Jimmy also has his own agenda, selling crack/cocaine to the local drug users – a plan which backfires when the drugs, which he has buried in the back garden, are discovered by Michael, heightening the already tense atmosphere in the house. Add in JJ, construction manager for Con, whose attraction to Marion must be obvious to everyone except Con.
This preview of my new play appeared yesterday in the London/Irish newspaper, the Irish World. However, sods law was at it nefarious work without anyone knowing, for no sooner than it had appeared than we had to postpone opening night for a week due to problems with the cast. It now runs from 20th May – 8th June. Ah well, these things are meant to try us! What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger!
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JOHN JUNIOR WAS ***T.
jUNOR WAS VARIOUSLY DESCRIBED AS REPTILIAN, ONE OF THE MOST DISAGREEABLE MEN IN BRITAIN, A BIGOT, A RACIST, A DEEPLY UNPLEASANT, PHILISTINE AND HYPOCRITICAL MAN.
HE WAS A MONSTER, WHO INSTRUCTED HIS STAFF NEVER TO TRUST A MAN WHO WORE A BEARD, HAT OT SUEDE SHOES, WHO BELIEVED THAT AIDS WAS A FAIR PUNSIHMENT FOR HOMOSEXUALITY, THAT ONLY ‘POOFS DRANK ROSE’, AND WHO HATED THE IRISH WITH A VICIOUSNESS THAT HAD TO BE SEEN TO BE BELIEVED
HE WAS EDITOR OF THE SUNDAY EXPRESS FOR OVER 30 YEARS, WHERE HE MANAGED TO LOSE OVER 2.5 MILLION COPIES IN LOST SALES DURING THAT TIME. AT LEAST HIS READERS WEREN’T QUITE AS BIGOTED AS HE IMAGINED THEM TO BE! I FIRST BECAME AWARE OF HIM WHEN HE WAS LATER WRITING A COLUMN FOR THE MAIL ON SUNDAY, WHERE HIS ANTI-IRISH TIRADES WERE LEGENDARY. HE ENDED ONE ARTICLE WITH THE WORDS ‘WOULDN’T YOU RATHER ADMIT TO BEING A PIG THAN TO BE IRISH?’
HE WAS KNIGHTED IN 1980 FOR HIS SERVICES TO BIGOTRY AND RACISM – A CASE OF THE ESTABLISHMENT YET AGAIN LOOKING AFTER ITS OWN. PASS THE SICK-BAG, ALICE.
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