The art of generating sheer, unadulterated Bullsh*t

I am a long-time fan of good, well-written and -plotted American political drama series and films. We rarely see a good reproduction on this side of the pond, possibly because of the dearth of good politically-astute writers. The ideal series, in this writer’s opinion, was The West Wing, which followed the highs and lows of a Democrat President over two tumultuous terms in the White House. Its treatment of politics in America was subdued, its message was refined; and didn’t attempt to ram down your throat that everything the President or his Party did was great, and everything championed by the Republicans wasn’t, automatically, bad. The series gained 277 award nominations, and won 87. I liked it, I hold the boxed sets on my shelves, and recommend it to any.


Not so much the latest political series from the States, namely Madam Secretary. The first two series were good to excellent, with good storylines, well-acted and well-plotted: in other words; believable. But the present series? I have never watched a more nakedly-biased set of programmes up to, and including, all three Brit Party Political Broadcasts. It is so anti-Republican that it should be renamed the Nancy Pelosi Hour, it is that bad. If they aren’t battering away at the ‘heinous’ idea of ‘Nationalism’, as opposed to the glories of a Global scenario where everyone loves each other, while singing ‘Kumbayaaa’: they are hammering out the message that Global Warming, or alternatively Climate Change is not only real, it is already here; or the fact that the whole developed world must accept the ‘Refugees’ from countries which have disappeared under the rising waters! This type of naked propaganda does their message, if there is one, no service at all: as even the dimmest can see underneath the make-up and the gloss, a scenario which is reminiscent of Goebbels at his worst.


Death of a writer.



It seems to be that, in order to ‘break the mould’, in order to ‘cast off the bindings’, these days you need to be dead, murdered, to gain the attention of both MSM and (certain) politicians.


Lyra McKee was virtually unknown ,and certainly unheard of, outside of her own small circle of family and admirers. She was a journalist specialising in research and discussion regarding the aftermath of the Belfast Agreement. She died from a bullet wound, from a weapon fired by a member of a ‘dissident-Republican’ group named the New IRA. The name itself speaks volumes. As the Provisional Irish Republican Army (PIRA) has not gone away, had not disbanded, (despite the many solemn promises to the contrary), has not disarmed: and has, indeed a tighter control over who does what, and with what, than any other self-styled dissident group in the whole of Ireland.


The mealy-mouthed platitudes of the female leader of Sinn Fein hold little prospect of the restoration of the devolved Assembly, now dormant for over two years: as their demands for an Irish Language Act, along with acceptance of legal abortion and homosexual marriage are anathema to the politicians of the Democratic Unionists Party (DUP). That same DUP who know only too well what response there would be to their proposals of a resumption of the Assembly immediately, with parallel talks regarding contentious items to be held simultaneously, will not bow down to a Republican Party who know, only too well, that immediately the DUP would agree to talk, out would come the twisted Sinn Fein logic which states ‘Give us all we want, and there won’t be any trouble’.


Nope. notwithstanding the verbal pleadings of the catholic priest at the journalist’s funeral, and the standing ovation his words received, if the IRA/SinnFein bunch keep up their demands which are both unacceptable and indeed unpalatable to the people of the DUP, I don’t see a breakthrough at Stormont, or Londonderry, or indeed anywhere else on that still deeply-divided and troubled corner of this United Kingdom of GB&NI!