by Thomas Bartlett | May 29, 2017 | #humour, arguing, blog, current affairs, Ireland, meloncholy, modernlife |
Internet Arguing v Real life arguing Picture it, hurtling through space, time and our pervasive atomic imaginations, we grind to a halt, progress stalled. I’m referererering to this strange phenomenon, this festering illogical pustule that is, internet arguing. A says...
by Thomas Bartlett | Nov 2, 2016 | #writing, current affairs, Drinking, Ireland, satire, war, writing |
Top 5 Worst Codes Ever Morse – …. . / -. .- –.. .. … / .- .-. . / -.-. — — .. -. –. –..– / . … -.-. .- .–. . Literally useless, who has the time? By the time you have figured out “The Nazis...
by Thomas Bartlett | Oct 27, 2016 | blog, College, current affairs, Ireland, School |
Top 5 Worst Subjects 1. Economics a. It’s rich people’s religion. The end that justifies the wealth gap. b. Hindsightism at its finest c. It’s all based around the “rational person”, nope me neither. d. Supply and Demand? 2. Geography a. Exhibit A – the...
by Thomas Bartlett | Oct 10, 2016 | #ABP, arguing, blog, current affairs, Uncategorised, war |
Advent internet Confirmation bias abounding Whatever opinion I’m right, astounding! Things have changed. We pass a lot of our blinking hours exploring the cavernous souks of the cyber, only venturing out into our samey homes, scruffling along the filthy wet streets...
by Thomas Bartlett | Jun 2, 2016 | #ABP, current affairs, Fiction, France, horror, Ireland, life, news, Politics, war |
I read the news today, oh boy. But I don’t know who won the war. Not sure anyone’s won the war in a while now. No longer seems the point. Win the peace they used to say, so quaint. Peace, what good is that? More news is coming to mean less news. And though...
by Thomas Bartlett | May 18, 2016 | #ABP, #writing, current affairs, horror, news, Politics, tragedy |
The Lovely Lone Gunman Theory. Secrecy Kills Jimmy Saville. Brendan Smyth. Lee Harvey Oswald. Marc Dutroux. Secrecy 101: Sully. Isolate. No lesson to learn. A once off. move on. The cosy cloak of secrecy. There is a great moment in Bill Hicks’ repertoire when he...