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Mattie Lennon Irish Author/Poet- ONLY SLAGGIN’


By Mattie Lennon

A sense of humour keen enough to show a man his own absurdities, as well as those of other people, will keep him from the commission of all sins, or nearly all, save those worth committing.
Samual Lover.

According to a study carried out by the Psychological Society of Ireland harmless cyber slagging can lead to bullying. This is a sad-and sometimes fatal- situation.

Why is Cyber slagging so dangerous? It’s because body-language is missing. All the smiling faces and texting symbols in the world won’t compensate for body language which accounts for up to 73% of communication cues.

I’m getting a bit of a slagging lately (I won’t go into details) and it’s great fun. I’m not talking about offensive remarks or insults. I’m referring to good substantial, wholesome, slagging.

SLAGGING : The delicate art of teasing someone in such a fashion that they look forward to it.

It is practiced widely throughout Ireland by all manner of people. Well not all manner; there are those, a small minority, who, through low self-esteem, feelings of inadequacy or some form of psychological abnormality cannot take a slagging. And they have a right to live too despite the fact that they could truthfully echo the words of the character in God of Carnage who said “I don’t have a sense of humour and I have no intention of acquiring one.” Will the humourless, however, admit to their condition? Almost eighty years ago Frank Moore Colby asked, “Men will confess to treason, murder, arson, false teeth or a wig. How many of them will own up to a lack of humour.”? (I once lived in a Dublin suburb of which it was said that one “would want to wash your words.”

In the words of Erin Mack, “Blessed are we who can laugh at ourselves for we shall never cease to be amused.”

Why can some people not take a slagging? Freud in Jokes and Their Relation to the Unconscious points out that when we were children we had no need for jokes because all our fantasies were so immediate. “ . . . when we were ignorant of the comic, when we were incapable of jokes and when we had no need of humour to make us feel happy in our life.”

Is the anti-slagging brigade made up of those who haven’t left their childhood? Who have not grown up and who, subconsciously or otherwise are without the need for a bit of craic? Or are they victims of their upbringing or education? One writer, with reference to French finishing schools says, “In a world where structure, order and logic are the master nouns, the room for nonsense and absurdity is limited.”

Or, as one journalist put it, “In Ireland, we’ve always tended to gift-wrap our positives somewhat differently. We do it by insult. The closeness of Irish friendships — particularly Irish male friendships — can often be measured by how egregiously the friends insult each other. Incompetence, ineptitude with the opposite sex, shortness, tallness, fatness, skinniness, hairiness and baldness are all highlighted to tighten the bonds of mutual affection. “ Of course it has been suggested that all Irish people can take a joke, based on the fact that we voted in the government that we have.

So, we have our own way of dispensing what Americans call “positive reinforcement.”

There are people in these islands who have convinced juries that a graceful taunt was an insult. And they are living comfortably on the proceeds.

In 1994 Jacob Hangaard, a Dutchman, stood for election as a joke. He was elected. His manifesto included “the reclassification of people without a sense of humour as disabled.”

Should we change a culture to appease a small minority who are allergic to life? How do we deal with people who can’t distinguish between affection and rejection? I don’t know. How about a compromise? What if those who suffer from self-victimisation or hypersensitivity were obliged to wear some form of badge proclaiming, “I can’t take a slagging.”


Mattie Lennon mattielennon@gmail.com

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Shirley Gray Author- ROARING MOUNTAIN The Compelling True Story of Tragedy, Faith and Miracles

ROARING MOUNTAIN The Compelling True Story of Tragedy, Faith and Miracles

by Shirley Gray

Three years after my son, Gary Gray, was killed by an avalanche while climbing Mount Shuksan in the North Cascades, he was still buried under tons of ice and snow. I was told his body might never be recovered and I should perhaps consider him forever a part of the mountain. It was the beginning of a journey unlike any I had taken before. For the next few years I traveled through devastating grief and tortuous self-doubt while unsuccessfully searching for reasons why my son’s life was taken by the very planet he was trying save. Was it his destiny or fate? Or was it just plain old bad luck? I had to try to find out.

After three years of being in limbo and soul-searching, and just when I thought he would remain in his icy sarcopyhagus forever, the mountain was ready to give him up. His body was recovered under extraordinary, miraculous circumstances and the stunning sequence of events that followed was to change forever the way I think and believe. Gary loved nature and the wilderness with all his heart. He was an adventurer who experienced life to the full and a mountain climber who was passionate about environmental issues. But the book is not only about the man, but also about the amazing, inexplicable events that surrounded his death and recovery. It’s about passion and miracles and love. My wish is that this true account of a series of extraordinary experiences will give inspiration and comfort to many bereaved parents, in the belief that their child is not lost, but lives on in another world.

ROARING MOUNTAIN can be purchased at http://www.amazon.com and at Antigones and Mostly Books in Tucson or a signed copy from me – sagray6@cox.net

My website is in its beginning stages but it can be viewed right now at http://www.shirleysbook.com

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