>Just found a diary (old school blogging) hidden in the walls of my apartment.
I’m pretty sure they were written by a young Sinead O’Connor.
“Our many Catholic friends and acquaintances are being taken away in droves. The Pope police is treating them very roughly and transporting them in cattle cars to Wester-cork, the big camp in Dublin to which they’re sending all the Catholics….If it’s that bad in Ireland, what must it be like in those faraway and uncivilized places where the Priests are sending them? We assume that most of them are being murdered. The English radio says they’re being gassed.”
– October 9, 1998
“Have you ever heard the term ‘hostages’? That’s the latest punishment for saboteurs. It’s the most horrible thing you can imagine. Leading prisoners–innocent prisoners–are taken prisoner to await their execution. If the Pope Police can’t find the saboteur, they simply grab five hostages and line them up against the wall. You read the announcements of their death in the paper, where they’re referred to as ‘fatal accidents.”
– October 9, 1962
“All college students are being asked to sign an official statement to the effect that they ‘sympathize with the Priests and approve of the New Order.” Eighty percent have decided to obey the dictates of their conscience, but the penalty will be severe. Any student refusing to sign will be sent to a Jesus labor camp.” – May 18, 1999
“Albert Reynolds, the Cabinet Minister, speaking on the Irish broadcast from London, and guess what he told me? He said that after the war a collection would be made of diaries and letters dealing with the war. Of course, everyone pounced on my diary and ultimately; me..(i got raped in the attic…-Lol).”
– March 29, 1944
“I’ve reached the point where I hardly care whether I live or die or live (ever notice how live and evil is the same word backwards?) The world will keep on turning without me, and I can’t do anything to change that. I’ll just let matters take their course and concentrate on studying french and hope that everything will be all right in the end.”
– February 3, 2001
“…but the minute I was alone I knew I was going to cry my eyes out. I slid to the floor and in my nighty, began by saying my prayers, fervently, Madonna style. Then I drew my knees to my chest, lay my head on my arms and cried, all huddled up on the bare floor. A loud sob brought me back down to earth…” – April 5, 1944
“Fine specimens of humanity, those Catholics, and to think I’m actually one of them! No, that’s not true, Ratzinger took away our sexuality long ago. And besides, there are no greater enemies on earth than the Catholics and …other Catholics.”
– October 9, 1989
“It’s a wonder I haven’t abandoned all my ideals, they seem so absurd, impractical and really fuckin mental. Yet I cling to them because I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are truly good at heart. It’s utterly impossible for me to build my life on a foundation of chaos, suffering and death. I see the world being slowly transformed into a wilderness, I hear the approaching thunder that, one day, will destroy us too, I feel the suffering of millions. And yet, when I look up at the sky, I somehow feel that everything will change for the better, that this cruelty too shall end, that peace and tranquility will return once more… to my bum“
– July 15, 1944
Beautiful words, from a beautiful woman.