So, I’ve had two of the worst night’s sleep ever the past two days, all because of those useless things that hang at the back of your throat – tonsils. My voice is wrecked, swallowing is a bitch, constant headaches, stiff neck, insomnia, hot and cold flushes… Alas, what I thought was a flu, turned out to be tonsillitis masquerading as one, now confirmed by my doc. FEAR NOT! I have ALL the drugs! I have Strepsils, Nytol, Alka-Seltzer, Covonia, Paracetamol, Ibuprofen, Throat Numbing Spray, and yes, the big P – Penicillin.
Perhaps tonight I will be able to eat for the first time in two days too!
Past in Flames is a Magic the Gathering card. A pretty awesome one. Really, I like the name; it conjures up all sorts of images in my head, fiery spells and igniting thoughts.
Right now, the other image that comes to my mind is; Northern Ireland is the past in flames. People, so enraged by a past, by ancestors that don’t matter, that they burn the present.
The flag flying every day is now past. And so too is Northern Ireland as part of Ireland. The future is another matter, things can always still change. But this idea that we are either British or Irish enrages me, that it occupies so much of people’s minds that they lose all reason. I’m Northern Irish, Irish, and British, I guess. I’m not proud or ashamed of any of that. I’m indifferent; its a nationality, but what does it matter? Ask yourself, what ARE you fighting for? Ancient justice for a past colonisation? A queen who knows not of your existence, nor cares?
If you’ve ever used the phrase “they should go back home where they belong” towards either side, you need to take a long hard look at yourself; you’re calling for people born and raised five minutes down the road from you to be expelled from the country, to leave their homeland. We are brothers; we were ALL born here, it’s OUR land.
Stop mewling about the wrongs perpetrated against those so long dead. Stop swallowing the words of corrupt politicians, all too soaked in blood that they can’t take a firm grip of peace.
I would very much love to see us forge a new flag, one not to replace the Union Flag, which is for now the flag of our union, but to represent the state of Northern Ireland. One that we all have no problem seeing fly every day above our city halls.
One flag that we can use to choke the bigotry of our politicians.
Let the past burn; forget it. From the ashes that remain, the future will grow.