Date: Sat, 5 Oct 2002 10:55:41 EDT
Subject: Re: ANOTHER SERMON (fag)



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In a message dated 05/10/2002 12:49:03 GMT Daylight Time, 
darkprecursor-AT-hotmail.com writes:


> Subj:Re: ANOTHER SERMON (fag)
> Date:05/10/2002 12:49:03 GMT Daylight Time
> From:    darkprecursor-AT-hotmail.com (bobby george)
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> "i dont trust people who dont smoke" damien hirst
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Jud: [tearing himself away from his Ancient Greek studies] 

Your Hirst quote reminded me of something similar. In Liverpool, where I grew 
up, anyone who didn't drink was not trusted, and people would turn their 
backs on them.  The metropolis is the most Irish of  English  cities, and 
alcohol was [and to a large extent remains] part of the popular culture. Most 
kids' childhoods included long hours playing "jinks" [the marbles game using 
coloured tin bottle caps] whilst lying on the pavements outside the pub 
doorways, waiting for their drunken parents to stagger out from the 
smoke-filled interior.  When I see the pictures on the TV of the "street 
children" of Rio and other South American countries it reminds me of my own 
childhood with my little ragamuffin  friends. In those days the only thing 
that enlivened our grey lives was the incessant and vicious street-fighting 
between Catholics and Protestants with broken bottles and with  pepper which 
was thrown [by both sides] into the childrens' eyes. When the Irish migrated 
to Liverpool they brought their religious strife with them which is still 
going on in Northern Ireland.
After the drunken Orangemen marched past in procession,  the local Catholic 
priest would come out with a bucket of water and cleanse the street with the 
contents.
While the drink-maddened Catholics paraded by carrying  gory representations 
of their "Bleeding Heart of Jesus," the swaying and swearing Protestants 
marched with their banners depicting "King Billy" [William of Orange.]   Is 
it any wonder that so many of my generation grew to adulthood with a dark, 
deep hatred of all religion?

The legacy?  I drink Irish whiskey myself - but always in moderation.
Cigarettes? I don't believe that financial compensation alone is sufficient 
redress for the victims who have contracted lung-cancer as a result of 
smoking. The number of cigarettes that they smoked in their lifetime should 
be carefully calculated, and the court should then direct them [or their 
relatives if the victim themselves is deceased] to push the same number of 
cigarettes up the arses of the directors of the Tobacco companies with the 
aid of a sharp stick. 
Or am I too liberal and forgiving? :-)

Jud Evans.

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