søndag 21. desember 2008
The Last Nigth of the Proms
However, now I’m free, and now I’m leaving back home to Bergen, which I from time to another have missed. I have not missed the rest of Norway, but Bergen, absolutely. Hence, I can’t really say that I’m home before me and Scaramouch is sitting at my dig sharing a pizza and a couple of bottles of vine talking about the world passing.
I’m really not in mood for a deeper writing now as I’m a bit, quite, very, sad about leaving my new home in Donnybrook, the other guys at UCD, Liffey, the coffee at Starbucks, the GPO, Saint Stephen’s Green, the Bus who never comes, the rain, the food at the Pubs. The breach in the Wall were I have to get through in the mornings to get to the Campus, the pipes overlooking Dublin Bay, Wicklow Mountains in the morning; I could have been writing for hours about everything. As usual I will not do that, and would rather again dedicate a song to the situation without any sentimental speeches and symbolic manifestos over the time that have past and would come in the future. SO, to all of you from UCD, I’m off now, and..yeah..take care. I’ll be back.
My Heart Is In Ireland
By The Wolfe Tones
In the East End of London, I met an old man.
He kept a bar called the Horses and Tram.
My parents were Irish. They loved that dear land
The Cockney, he smiled, then he shook my old hand.
My heart is in Ireland, it's there I long to be.
Her hills and her valleys are calling to me.
Though born here in this land, my heart is in Ireland.
The land of the old folks is calling to me.
Near a coal mine in Wales, by a roadside cafe,
A young girl came smiling, and to me did say,
Well, my folks are from Ireland. My Da', he hopes one day
When he leaves the mines, sure we'll go back to stay.
My heart is in Ireland, it's there I long to be.
Her hills and her valleys are calling to me.
Though born here in this land, my heart is in Ireland.
The land of the old folks is calling to me.
Then I went through the Midlands, through each city and town.
I found there were Irish in each place I roamed.
And I drank and I sang at a pub they call the Crown.
With the Birmingham irish, we sang songs of home.
My heart is in Ireland, it's there I long to be.
Her hills and her valleys are calling to me.
Though born here in this land, my heart is in Ireland.
The land of the old folks is calling to me.
Then I went north to Scotland, to Glasgow on the Clyde.
I met with some young lads. They said, Celtic's our side.
All our folks are from Ireland, the island of the green.
A country we love, but a place we've not seen.
My heart is in Ireland, it's there I long to be.
Her hills and her valleys are calling to me.
Though born here in this land, my heart is in Ireland.
The land of the old folks is calling to me.
mandag 8. desember 2008
Let the People Sing!
She has, as far as I know, quoted a sentence from “Men Behind the Wire” in one of her new songs. The first I noticed in this article were how simple it was written: "A song about Irish people captured by the British". "Captured"; that's sounds odd...what about INTERNED, without trail, judge or jury, that’s more like it. Does that change the story a bit? That the song unfortunately has been captured by the Real IRA (RIRA) and Continuity IRA (CIRA), that’s another storey, but the journalist should not forget that this songs and ballads are rather common here in the Republic. I'm not a extremist, and I seriously doubt that any other of those other 300 who took part at the Wolfe Tone concert at UCD in September are extreme Republicans eighter, nor the people in Galway. Or Carolls Irish Gifts Inc. The people over here has song this songs for decades, and the Barleycorn are just another way for cultural expressionism, footed in quite a serious part of the Irish history. Compared to a lot of other people in Falls Road (lovely place with a quite good view of Central Belfast) they did choose a rather constructive way of express their viewes and frustrations; many others joined the Officals and fought in the streets, which become clear during the Curfew. The English editon of this article was actually shorter I thing, but at least there you got a picture of the Barleycorn, but why it says Tallagh at the cover (why leave West Belfast just to move to Tallagh?), I have no idea, however, they do at least adress the song as a rebel song, which is more correct than Dagbaldets approach.
Gregory Campbell, Democratic Unionist Party , who are one the Protestant hard liners who fight against Irish as a official language in the North (which makes Northern Ireland the only territory in the EU where a official language isn’t able to use at public documents), have said that Dido have acted “thoughtless” and that the song were about people that were murderers and terrorists. My question then: is it less thoughtless to allow UVF continue functioning as a Society, and at the same time refusing to accept that the IRA (Provisionals) are gone? Is it less thoughtless promoting the importance of a public celebration of the British Army as they returns from Afghanistan (and the Remembrance day)or salute John Hermon, who recently passed away, as a great public serviceman, is it less thoughtless of Campbell addressing the All-Ireland Football Cup as an “international event” and stressing the point that Tyrone was a British team? I guess not.
So, to Dagbladet: please do not address Irish Folk songs as “IRA-songs”, it just sound a bit narrow minded and indicated a black/white perspective that the media seems to adapt. May I just remind ye that the new Max Manus movie is about a man who basically did exactly the same against the germans as the IRA did against the Brits, and that we have tendency to embrace the old Norse traditions, just think at the Saint Olav Drama (A tall, blonde Christian guy fighting a pagan army), which indeed are the very same the National Socialists did embrace some 70 years ago.
To Gregory Campbell: you are minister for the ENTIRE North. Not only the protestant part of the population. You have Stormont, the rest of us have the songs. Live with it.
Go Dido! Next time you should sing the entire song!
torsdag 4. desember 2008
To Rick, who thought that I were Irish; apologies, I’m only living here in Dublin, and do some correspondence back home to Norway, hence, the Dublin Correspondent. Anyway thanks for reading my blog, I have been totally lost in work the recent days so it has been rather limited writing at the blog. Anyway, you are right; at this Emerald Isle it is the Irish who is the Catholics and the Protestants in Ulster who has a Scottish heritage, known as Ulster-Scots (it is 12 US presidents who had their ancestors in what is the North of Ireland today). However, it is some 100.000 Irish in the Republic who are Protestants as well, so the ethnical boundaries between them are not that clear-cut as it may look like. When it comes to the NWO I do find it more like an interesting theory, with, what do you say, remarkable many evil coincidences to the real life. My favourite indicator that something is wrong:
In the wake after the Irish rejected the Lisbon Treaty in the referendum the in July this year it was a lot of discussion between the defeated Pro-Treaty campaign about how it was possible that Sinn Féin and Declan Ganley had managed to defeat the overwhelming Pro-Treaty attitude in the Dáil (SF holds 4 seats out of 166). One of the reasons who was pointed out as the most crucial was that the voters where misinformed(Irish Times 10.10.08) and points out that One of the main reasons for the result was that "The internet was almost exclusively used by No campaigners" and that they’re in need for “the creation of a new communications culture in the commission and the need for "misinformation to be targeted by activating a rebuttal function in the member states and/or directly from Brussels”. I think that’s quite interesting that an EU official, the Vice-President of the Commission, blames the judgments of the people for the failure and want to create a mechanism to dictate, or licensing them self, to hold “the Truth”.
søndag 30. november 2008
What's the Storey in Dublin?
fredag 28. november 2008
Siste forelesing på UCD, for denne gang.
People critizize Turkey for their political culture
and the minority rights. Political culture are not included in the Copenhagen Consensus, that's no issue. They do have some problems with human rights...fair enough. That is not a issue. In general there's no major in the political culture in Europe and Turkey.
tirsdag 25. november 2008
Concerning Brian Hayes;
Thank you for asking that question, and I also want to
thank you for actually spending your time to show up and listen to all the rubish in (the Educational) Committee.
Good to know what the middle aged men with black suite and blue tie who tries to rule us really feels about their jobs.
What the University is all about: Learning Education.
Speaking about religion: the Republic have after the last Budget turned British anno the 1960s. The system is easy: Protestants enlists to private Protestant Schools and Catholics to the free schools were the Church is responsible. Because of the Irish history this haven’t been any problem because of the traditional upper class in Ireland have been Protestants, and never actually felt any real need of mingling with lower level of the society aka the Catholics. However, 40-50 years later this divide is nearly gone and I can’t really see the difference between a Pro-Irish and a Cath-Irsh. Anyway. These schools, who mostly are the only one available for Protestants, have in the recent decades been treated like other public fee-practicing schools, but in addition received a proportionally large part of a national Service Support grant, because the schools mostly are boarding schools and more expensive to run than the regular one, who by now every financial support from the State has be withdrawn. This leaves the Protestant part of the students/pupils few alternatives to expensive private schools, a declining quality on their remaining schools and rather limited rights on support from the Public. Guess Finna Fáil will get a hell lot to explain and prove that they won’t act like a occupational power if they want the reunification, sorry, don’t want to be unconstitutional…broaden the scope and the depth in the cooperation with the Northern part of the Island. And scary enough: Sinn Féin are remarkable silent even it is less then a month since they proclaimed the importance of free education for ever one.
torsdag 20. november 2008
Hva som skjer i Dáil Eireann etter siste lovforslag er avvist.
onsdag 19. november 2008
Dagens gullkorn fra UCD og Dublin
tirsdag 18. november 2008
From Cork with mixed feelings.
Cork as a city was rather disappointing. Not because of any obvious reason, there were pubs there, there were a lot typical Irish streets there, but there were a lot of things that were missing; it was like the city were completely forgotten by the Tourist board, cause there were nothing special there. And in some way understand a friend of me, who is born there, when he answered me “No” when I asked him if he could give me two arguments for going to Cork. However, the places around are more interesting, but perhaps places such as Kinsale perhaps are a bit more, let us say pleasant, to visit in summer time.
The best place to visit then was the Castle in Blarney. A ruin, with a gothic mansion ruin beside it, and a bunch of crows and ravens living in it. And the stone of course, and I love it, best kiss in 2008 and I could indeed feel the Irish way of speaking build up together with the Luck of the Irish. And it did start pretty good as well, three of us, including the ISS leader, dropped the schedule and took a table at a local cafe and ordered a full Irish breakfast, and let the rest of the group wait for us. However, think about the actual words “Luck of the Irish”, it consist of two main words “Luck” and “Irish”. Luck is something that gives you a number of different benefits that you hadn’t expected; the Irish are a people at Isle just west of England. This sounds just nice, but together? Are we speaking about the same Irish? As I soon did discover, we are talking about the luck of a people that have starved and fled by the millions, that despite some 800 years of fight for independence just manage to gain control over 80 % of the Isle, that just 30 years ago were a agrarian country poorer than an East European country that had been isolated from the world marked for some decades, who still have problems concerning emigration, that basically still have to trust the Church in the development of the society and have a rather traumatic and highly complicated relationship with their British neighbours? That kind of luck are we talking about. Or is it anyother who call themself Irish? After some two hours with the new luck spreading from the lips and around the body I was trapped on the bus with PS I Love You, a way too typical romantic comedy -on which I have a ban and denies their very existence- running. Actually it was running twice, and I can’t see how it may be luck to watch Gerard Butler strip whit all the sounds that implies. That did hurt, and I do herby appeal to the United Nations and European Union to strike down this systematically violation of the Humans Fundamental Rights. Armed actions may be welcomed. Just make it stop. Stop the sounds. Please.
I'm still Alive.
onsdag 12. november 2008
En usedvanelig lite politisk korrekt filmanalyse: Hunger
One of the Few
In their struggle to get more students abroad, the
We hafe a lot of different agreements throughout Europe (who for once doesn’t mean the countries subjected to the
Well, since she use those words to form such strong valued arguments, why not; I’ll think I’ll try a semester in
mandag 10. november 2008
Sunshine in Antrim, charming lassies and UVF in Belfast and Christmas preparations in Derry.
Then, I’m back once more from the North; and what should I say about the Six counties? Quite craic! So let me start with the first first, logically. I took the morning train from Dublin Connolly at 11 AM at Friday and did, quite literary, past the boarder in north of Dundalk backward. Always the face towards Dublin ye know. My first act in the North were –quite surprisingly- to fall asleep, but before I did so my first impression of Ulster were that it was –as people that have been to the North says- rather scare equal to England, or perhaps parts of the Scottish Lowland. Anyway, the view was something totally different from the boring Irish countryside in the Midlands. It was mountains there...it actually WAS a view! Magnificent.
However, was soon back in consciousness and the impressions of the cities like Newry Portadown and Lisburn were that the Celtic Tiger did stop at boarder, and that the transfers from overseas were rather from Brussels, than Westminster: quite new roads and Community centres, but a bunch of sadly tarnished houses and farms. Belfast on her side were something ells. I lived at a hostel in Donegal Road, close to Sandy Row (Protestant) some ten minutes walk from the City Hall. What to say about the city is that it lacks in some perspectives a bit of the outer beauty, honestly, let’s face it, the Brits isn’t the most…their cities isn’t like the Irish, French and German, it do maintain a magnificent atmosphere, and its most important value; its inhabitants. Belfast. Belfast, Belfast, Belfast. It is something with the name; a certain image of something of the history, of what was. And in the centre of Belfast the only physical remaining of the Troubled times that remains is the murals. Despite that is Belfast just another city, with a history. Just as most of the other cities that are liked with Great Britain. And that’s what makes the city so different: it is, like it or not, British. It lays in Ireland, but the city and its surroundings are just as British as England itself: the flags, the people, at least the majority, the institutions, the buildings, everything.
The people are rather a interesting mix of Irish and British, and as the rest of the province they are a result of some generations of cultural and genetic consolidations, perhaps divided, perhaps targets for each other’s paramilitary organization, bricks in UKs affords to hold the counties and the Republic’s claim to regain it, but, controversially enough, they are a kind of nation between two nationalities. However, as you walk over to Shankhill (Protestant) and the Falls (Catholic) the differences are quite, radical, indeed. To see who’s who were in fact in these days extremely easy. Do first read the inscription at the very bottom of the Bloody Sunday Monument in Derry:
“Murdered by British Paratroopers on Bloody Sunday 30th of January 1972”
Secondly; today and yesterday were days of Remembrance of those fallen in war on duty for the United Kingdom. Hence, you should then show your support to your troops in form of wearing a little red rose and attend to service in the Church, or in one or another way pay the respect for those bleeding to death in the hill sides in Afghanistan so that the enemy combatants in the Tribes don’t blow up Dungiven, Bushmills, Ballymena or Larne...or other places of importance. A patriotic act (haha!) however, in that case, you should then salute the very same troops as mentioned above. And that’s a thing the other half of the population don't do. Hence, in the streets in Belfast there were a clear majority of thouse bearing this little red rose, and in Derry it was in fact nearly a minority of the population wearing this rose (perheps of historical reasons), but this was the only way to differ the two segments from each other. The Major in Belfast at the moment are actually member of Sinn Féin and as all other Republicans (Nationalists) he stayed away from such demonstrations, and went to the Republic. Yesterday morning I went out on a little morning trip in the area around the City Hall because I rather wanted the sandwiches at Subway than the breakfast at the Hostel and that it was a quite nice morning as well. Suddenly I hear music, a march, more precisely a march from “the Longest Day” known as Luftwaffe March. So, therefore I went towards the music and ends up facing the entire Belfast Brigade of the Ulster Volunteer Force (UVF) who after an agreement in 2006 they transformed from a paramilitary organization to a “non-military, civilianized, organization”. However, some of those guys walking beside me have the responsibility for killing more the 420 peoples, including 14 in Dublin; they are the counterpart to IRA. If Sinn Fein raises their voice in Stormont they are told that they are as bad as the IRA, in public the UVF, a listed terrorist organization in the UK may salute their dead comrades openly at the City Hall and sell (for £2, got the last of the large badges) their symbols in stores in Shankhill. Still it is somebody in UK who thinks that the SF major in Belfast dishonours the Peace process by refusing to honour the soldiers who in practical terms killed his people and the other organization who was doing the same are allowed honouring their soldiers. I would like to see the world press if the IRA had done the same in Rossville Street. Guess Pentagon or the Commission had sent a harsh diplomatic note to Dublin and Gerry Adams. I love this place!
Later that day I went on a tour to the Giant’s Causway at the very north of the province. A splendid day, who despite rumours of continuous rain and a rather Irish autumn day, the sun broke through the clouds as we drove through the Glens of Antrim and could, because of the cold weather, face the Scottish coastline in the horizon of the sea. And at this point, in the same way as at the Galway trip some two weeks ago, once again the reason for the nick name “the Green Island”. Ireland, both North and South of the boarder are ridiculously green. Everywhere, Derry, Bushmills, Giant’s Causway of Rathlin Sound, it is green. Emerald green. The Causway, can’t really be described, just felt, or more correctly..hey…just go there. I sat at the last dry stone and watched the waves crush towards the stones around me. Try that. Something more can’t be sad, or described. But a magnificent place, with a lot of epic tales and stories. Specially that one how says that it lives a creature inside one of the caves, which for some 700 years ago had a conversation with Robert the Bruce, THE Robert, the King of the Scots, and after that time have keep growing and today sneaks out at night to steal chickens from the local farmers.
Close to the Causway lays Dunluce Castle, another fairytale castle, but this one in ruins. During a storm some hundred years ago there were a storm haunting the North Irish Coast, which actually throw the castle’s kitchen to the sea. Dunluce are massive stone, resting on a top of a equal massive cliff pretty high above the sea; I do not want to know what kind of storm that was, or perhaps it was the stuff in the glasses and the Chieftain’s need to explain to his wife why the castle were in such a manner after the dinner. Guess half of the sagas from this region have to be footed in something like that.
Back to the peoples, I love them, as easy as that. If you enters a shop and they realizes your not from there they’re start talking to you, the police in Derry says hallo to you if they meet you in one of the streets off the main streets, some of the girls do smile at you when you pass by them. The problem however emerges once they open their mouth. The fact that the British girls do posses a rather benefitted look (compared to their sisters overseas) and that the (older) Irish men have turned more British in the way they dress, gives this society a kind of a-bit-of-the-best impression, but, it is a HUGE but in this. I guess the guy at HMW used tried to be polite, but not a chance that I understood him. Their language of the Irish up there are fecking impossible to understand. The Brits are a bit easier, but the Irish. Bah. No way, no bloody way. I’ll just nod and smile and that would in 99 % of the cases turn out positive for both parts. A bit traumatic.
Anyway: A song says that: “If we banish fear from Ulster’s name, then we free old Ireland”. And that’s pretty much summons up my impression of the Northern part of the Isle. If you like British and Irish stuff, paramilitary marching the streets, paintings, easy going people. Go for Belfast. I’m on my way back already.
Dublin. Out.
PS: I had the pleasure of joining the opening of the Christmas street/shopping –of absolutely everything- in Derry. After 5 minutes of dressed out rabbits and reindeers and a bit to mechanical songs a could see the pain in the faces of some of the fathers, and mothers, who only could mean one thing: The Sunday were perhaps a bad one, but this Saturday could turn pretty nasty as well.
torsdag 6. november 2008
Things are changeing, changeing utterly.
It was rather emotional watching the rally in Chicago yesterday morning. The Dream was alive. To be honest; I’m of that opinion that what’s differs Europeans from the Americans is that we never fell asleep as they start Dreaming, however, it was something Disney-ish over the acceptance speech to Obama. And I loved it. For the first time in nearly a decade I actually enjoyed listening to an American politician. Of course, I can’t out stand the “greatest nation on the earth”, God blesh…” yeah you know, the regular propaganda stuff, but, guess that’s mandatory for presidents and presidents-elected to say that. Anyway, some things will never change, not even under Obama. But, the rally, the feelings, the actual picture of those thousands gathers around him, it was as he said, the UNITED States of America. So, I will not do any comments about that, he had right, that the doubts in the Dream actually could be questioned. The Slave has become the Master, and suddenly the US can’t longer be attacked for being a oligarchy with a democratic attitude. It is strange. Do we suddenly have to like US again?
Anyway. I will place some more text here later, have some more drafted, but it is just a bit too late, and I'm off for some peaceful and quite days in Belfast tomorrow morning. (I have always wanted to use those words in a single sentece)
By the way; if somebody are interested I'm open for a deeper talk about the Irish Constitution when I'm back.
onsdag 5. november 2008
Resultater tikker inn og jeg fortaper meg selv i valgmenn.
Reultata kommer inn. South Carolina, Tennessee og Oklahoma går til McCain, men New England går til Obama! Ikke bare gikk de for Obama, men de gikk STORT for Obama. Det inkluderer da Pennsylvania. Dette begynner å jevne seg ut, og så langt leder Obama også i folket også, samt i valgmenn. Dessverre ser det ut til at Virginia også glipper, men, men North Carolina er enda ikke avgjort, og en hver republikansk stat tatt er en seier på veien til Pennsylvania Avenue. Krysser fingrene.
Enn så lenge går senatet også i demokratenes retning virker det som, er på nuværende tidspunkt 45-29 og der har James Gilmore tapt for Mark Warner med ganske så klar margin. Da gjenstår det bare å se om denne efekten kan ha smittet over på Obama eller motsatt.
*19:23*
Der kom Illinois! Lurte på hvor det blei av den staten ja, de kom seint, men de svikter ikke senatoren sin. 21 nye valgmenn og ..oi..oi...oi
*20:28 NY Tid*
Pennsylvania er blå i år også! Haha! Innsatsen til McCain har vært forgjeves, og de bitre som beholdt våpnene og bibelene sine beholdt også støtten til Democratene. 21 nye valgmenn og vi nærmer oss de første 100. Stemninga er god og jeg begynner på muffinsene, og der kom New Hampshire også. Du snakker. Men kan NBC snart slutte å sende ut alle disse breaking news'a.
*20:32 NY Tid*
Stemninga holder seg oppe selv om Arkensas og Alabama går til McCain. Ingen overraskelser det heller, men hvor er den afrikansk amerikanske delen av befolkningen, er det ikke de som virkelig burde ha samlet seg om Obama i de statene? Uansett 103 - 39 i Democratisk favør. Dette er gøy.
*20:39 NY*
Rykter om at Georgia går for McCain, samtidig som forspranget til Obama i folet nå er nesten spist opp. Samtidig leder McCain med 10 % i Virginia, hvem pokker hadde trodd det? Er det kanskje noe i det FOX News' tilhengere hevder at all annen media er venstrevridde propagandister og kurrpte? Vi får se, ser nå at det er en del valgkretser igjen som ikke er tellt opp, og de ligger i nærheta va de større byene og grensa til Maryland.
*20.45 NY*
Arkensas og Georgia er røde, og for en gang skyld er jeg skuffa over et slikt budskap. Jeg hadde et ørlite håp om at alle de 13 gamle koloniene skulle gå til Democratene, kanskje uten South Carolina, men nå ser dette dårlig ut. Får trøste oss med at Florida ser ut til å gå i Democratisk favør, og da, da er igrunnen løpet kjørt for Republikanerne. Eh...har noen hørt noe fra Rhode Island? Kan noen ringe CNN og fortelle dem at stemma fra Rhode Island er gått tapt i opptellinga eller blitt tatt som en valgkrets i Connecticut?
Idaho går til McCain, Vestkysten og Hawaii til Obama, det er 297-139, men det er bare en formell trivialitet.
*04:16 Dublin* McCain har ringt å gratulert Obama med seiren, og jeg tar en ny Tobelerone. Og holder nå takke tale, mens tilskuerne buer. God reklame for republicanerne, dog, McCain kan i det minste gå ut med hevet hode, men han kunne i det minste holde kjeft om dette "greatest nation on earth".
*21:22 Phoenix*
Colorado er democratisk! 306-145. Arizona går selvsagt til McCain sammen med South Dakota, men Nebraska blir overraskende delt 3-2 mellom dem 306-155.
Valgvake del IV
McCain tar Kentucky...ingen overraskelse, 8 valgmenn til McCain, men hva med Indiana, Virgina og Soth Carolina?
*19.05 NY tid*
Vermont går til Obama! Der var vi innpå med 3 allerede, men eller ikke noen overraskelse, blir no annet med New Hampshire.
McCain vant bare med 10.300 (52 %)stemmer i så langt Kentucky, og det er en hard-line republikansk stat. Det må jo bety noe; i Vermont er det ikke oppgitt noen tall enda.
*19.43, NY Tid*
West Virginia går til McCain, men ingen dramatikk, sjøl om han også drar fra i Kentucky. Heldigvis betyr ikke popular vote noe.
tirsdag 4. november 2008
Valgvake del III
Ja SKY NEWS, vi vet nå at blå er demokrater og røde er republikanere.
Ja SKY NEWS, vi vet nå at de forskjellige statene har forskjellige antall valgmenn.
JA...VI VET AT 270 ER DET MAGISKE TALLET
JA..VI HAR FÅTT MED OSS AT OBAMA ALLEREDE HAR 228 VALGMENN MOT MCCAINS 118!!!
Bah, de første valglokalene er nå stengt og Sky News har sluppet opp for ting å prate om og den stakkars kommentatoren må gjennta og gjennta det samme oppigjen og oppigjen. Heldigvis veklser han på hvilke delstater som går hvilke vei.
Valgvake del II
Jeg vil ha noe, må da være en aldri så liten valgkrets i Alaska, Montana, Idaho eller New Hampshire som er ferdigtalt. ET tall, noe. Jeg må våge å påstå at jeg er litt rastlaus.
Ser mest fram til å få resultatet fra senatorvalget i Minnesota, hvor en av favoritt satirikerne mine, Al Franken, stiller til valg som Demokratenes kandidat og utfordrer til den sittende Coleman. Mener å huske at det var Coleman som vant det forrige valget fordi den andre...Weststone eller noe omkom i ei flyulykke under valgkampen og Walter Mondale stilte opp som stand-in, og tapte. Dessuten, med Franken inn vil det bety at Demokratene trenger 20 Senatorer til for å få absolutt kontroll i Senatet, ikke 50, men 60 senatorer er den magiske grensa. Gi oss et politisk jordskjelv.
En time til valglokalene langs Østkysten stenger.
Vil også benytte anledingen til å si følgende til Europabevegelsen: NO - NAY - NEVER og for å sitere kjære pastor Paisley "NEVER NEVER NEVER". Aksepter at dere er slått og la oss være i fred og spar oss for dette forbannede Unions pratet vær gang jeg tar en kikk på nyhetene hjemme fra. Det er ikke SÅ bra som dere skal ha det til.
Valgvake del I
Valgdagsmålingene er så langt positive. McCain/Palin tar midvesten inklusivt Louisiana, tydeligvis så har for å av african americans flyttet tilbake etter orkanen, men Florida svinger i retning av Obama/Biden og Pennsylvania, som ikke har stemt Republikansk siden Geroge H. Bush - Michal Dukakis i 1988, går også i den retningen, og da er stengt tatt det verste gjort. Ble sittende å lese på debattinnleggene hos FOX News og bestemte omgåend eat transatlantiske flygninger er til for å kanseleres. Heldigvis etter valgdagsmålingene, puster jeg litt lettere ut og spretter den første Guinnessen.
Election day.
In some 11 hours the polling stations are closing and by that the reign of George Walker Bush has come to an end. Well, he will be in the office for another 2 months until January 20th or something, but at least we, they, the Americans, have a new President elected. And that’s a start, and we have survived. Survived 8 years of fear, everyday monitoring of the private life and a politic of trade and marked liberalism that would have not only Marx to turn in his grave, but also Adam Smith. Let’s face it; Bush supported the Lassize Fair, and not conventional liberalism/conservatism in European style. Like it or not, he did something not even senator Obama will manage unless he really manages to get the US out of the shit: Bush did change the world; to the worse. Ask the Palestinians, or the Kurds, or the 23 % of the Americans who’s living for below 60 % of the median income (6.4 % in Norway, and infernally 16 % in Ireland, the Celtic Tiger up my…nose) or those who had to leave New Orleans after Katrina, the Iraqis, the Israelis, and not to mention the new cold war atmosphere we are facing against Russia and Iran, and to some extent China. Thank you so munch for inflicting our life even we didn’t have the opportunity to vote against you. OK, let us change.
However, Obama or McCain, there is huge differences between them and honestly: even as I find it quite hard to believe McCain when he says he will take America in a new direction, as long as he stays alive and gov. Palin remains as Vice-President, US will, despite the outcome of the election, have a highly skilled and a quite stronger Presidency than the previous, as it did show to be rather a constellation of daddy Bush’s friends cooperation with some NGO’s who’s intentions are rather speculative. And even if it should come to the surface after some digging in the new President’s past, friends and voting record: it can’t get worse. And Joe Biden is fare more trustworthy in Foreign Affairs, and I guess when it comes to Human dignity and human rights than Dick Chaney. That it will be change with sen. Obama and sen Biden: absolutely. A liberal presidency after 8 years of neoconservative rule will bring changes in one or another way. We will see a improvement in the social policy, we will see a expanding public sphere when it comes to health care and gun control, not to mention a quite different approach to international relations not to abuse a expression that I like, but the new approach are really a move from the Armalite to the ballot box. When it comes to McCain I find it quite hard to believe when he says he will bring America in a new direction. I am of that opinion that a Republican is a Republican, liberal, centrist or conservative, and a man who openly says that his opponent will bring a atomic war upon them, and a VP candidate who argues that there’s a lot of terrorist around them waiting for Obama to be elected so they can us the proposed cuts in the US defence to attack them; compare to the Bush/Cheney and Rumsfeld/Wolfowits doctrine, where is the new direction? To use fear as primary tool to win the keys to the House in Pennsylvania Avenue, isn’t that pretty much the same way that Bush become re-elected? And Palin, who prayed to the Almighty for a pipe line in Alaska (as far as I know she’s the Governor there and could simply by proper arguing and deliberation manage to get the pipe line granted through regular mechanism) is that a new directions from the pray meetings in the White House? I seriously doubt that. When McCain talks about how he will get America into the right track and bring the changes they need, I get a flash back to the 1984 election when Walter Monedale did the same, claiming that he would bring the changes to the White House just after Ronald Regan had turned the House into something posh and glamourious after some decades with dust collecting presidencies and little memorable occations. As we all know, Mondale lost. Big time. 13 Electorial votes and hardly 40% of the national votes. It was devestating. Have McCain/Palin gone into the same trapp, promoting changes from the heritage of Bush, but still stay to the party manefesto? Will changes from something to something els without doing changes that could be claimed to be liberal? I thin they have entered that trapp, and at this point, there's no bloody way out of it.
Anyway; the first polling stations in New Hampshire have just closed. Dixvill Notch, a republican stronghold since the 1960s have fallen. Perhaps a coincidence, perhaps just a bad day for McCain or perhaps a silent start of something greater, something unexpected that as close as four years ago were unthinkable, something I seriously had thought Americans were way to conservative and racist to do: vote on a African American, that have been raised among Muslims (The peoples who always tries to kill off Jack Bauer, James Braddock and McCoy as they get them in site; you know the terrorists who can't wait to bring their wrath and pagan religion upon the inocent, God fearing Americans in their own family homes in Kentucky, Utha and Nebraska and are hiding at the Canadian and Mexican boarder waiting for Obama to reduce the defence spendings so they can rush towards them and strike them as they are getting weak (satiric for those who didn’t notice!)), and of course that are not representing one of the Southern States (Carter-Bush-Clinton-Gore-Dole(Kansas)). Quite extraordinary in something that actually are turning to a setting that the West Wing could have created. We all remember that the sudden death of John Spencer (the VP candidate and Foreign minister Leo McGarry) before in the 3rd last episode in the final season were finished, suddenly were not too far away from the reality now as Obama’s Grandmother past away the day before the election night. It’s a kind of symbolic. It is however magic. It’s nearly a bit too good to be true. It’s hope and it’s huge speeches. Tears and Bruce Springsteen against prays and Gretchen Wilson. Rock against Country. A "Socialist" against the party who Nationalized the largest banks in US. It is New England against the Mid-West. Blue against Red. It's the American Reality against the American Dream.
It’s Election.
lørdag 1. november 2008
18: Contains strong bloody violence
Through the little streets of Belfast
In the dark of early morn
British soldiers came marauding
Wrecking little homes with scorn
Heedless of the crying children
Cragging fathers from their bedsBeating sons while helpless mothers
Watched the blood poor from their heads