I bought the Sunday Independent this evning. I did this because it was the only paper in the shop, and I am bored, and I have no money to go out (Im just pre-empting the 'Why are you buying the Sindo anyway'? question).
In the magazine (the tits and ass section) Jim Cusack has an article where he 'paints an idiot's guide to 50 years of madness' with a review of physical force republicanism over the past 50 odd years.
My first question is: Is Jim Cusack definitely a serious journalist? Because this looks like it was written by Barry Egan.
It opens with a very nice photo of Ruairi O'Bradaigh. Its a very striking photo, in that he is sitting in his kitchen, and it is clearly a very old fashioned kitchen. The Stove, the turf holder, the decor, the rather hard looking chair.
(I have nothing against this. In fact, its alomost refreshing to see a politician who is so clearly not on the take, because if he was, he'd have a nicer stove. And an electric kettle.)
Anyway Jim uses this scene to paint a metaphor of physical force rfepublicanism as backward, old fashioned, stuck in the 1950's. The kitchen is old you see. Geddit? Norman Mailer would be proud.
The article then goes downhill from there, if thats possible.
More or less, the problems in the North originate from 'scobes' (yes, he used this word).
'What is your point Meriwether'? I hear you scream.
My point is that this article is depressingly badly written and analysed. Its awful. I wouldn't be the worlds biggest republican lover, but even this is so bad.
And we do ourselves no favours by mis-analysing and over simplifying the complex northern situation either into goodies and baddies, with the baddies being pantomime bad.



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