Sunday papers "going to the dogs supplement"

national | arts and media | opinion/analysis Sunday May 15, 2005 17:49 by being sure this is the way to change things!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

vacous empty analysis just like you get in real newspapers at your after mass kiosk!

As you will guess from the title, the special are of interest this week is dogs.

No dangerous places.
No travel options.
No internet festivals.
No hooded youth trying to deceive thier elders.
No riots or restless masses wary of change.
No Uzbekistan, coz all the refugees are going eastwards and thus really aren't our concern.

looking down Beaver street from Montgomery. oh sure it has changed a lot now.

Canines and allusions to canines have been floating around our little backwater of harmless occassional ruminations on the greater world for a while. I recall a fellow contributor Sean brought our attention to his very well behaved golden retriever many weeks back just before Easter if I remember correctly.
http://www.indymedia.ie/newswire.php?story_id=69124&search_text=dogs
And indeed a few weeks later a just a few days before Mayday I left an illustration of Ahern (our taoiseach) and Zapatero (our pressie) in which I pushed the doggie analogy in general and golden retriever in particular to the pros and cons of Bertie's taoiseach-ness.
http://www.indymedia.ie/newswire.php?story_id=69604&condense_comments=false#comment106188
And then of course we had the Red Army parading their labrador retrievers and one golden retrievers just before the victory celebrations to commemorate the end of the Great Patriotic War.
http://www.indymedia.ie/newswire.php?story_id=69625
And well, I certainly couldn't go on in this vacous sunday miscelany of going nowhere imagery of a peaceful and tranquil life in semi-retirement with internet connection bills all up to date, without saying how bemused I was, to note that Sean's son in maynooth has a sort of red setter, and I in Barcelona had the pleasure of walking the mayday walk with a sort of red setter, yet the only dog whose photograph was published on the indymedia network at a Mayday march in Ireland despite the availability of Golden Retrievers and sort of Red Setters was a sort of black pointer.
http://flickr.com/photos/dbspin/sets/295720/
And of course having reflected on the usefullness that a labrador offers the visually impaired in teh comments to the Great Patriotic War, who could not have spotted a link with the return of Blunkett to Blair's cabinet whose guide dog is indeed a black labrador retriever.
And lurking behind all of this harmless fun, sniffing around and pawing the dirt we can't forget Benedict XVI the latin speaking bavarian pontiff a.k.a. the german shepherd, who used to be called God's Rotweiller. And sure enough just to show how up to the minute in forming new global fashions they are, this week on the same day that Joseph Ratzinger announced the route to canonisation for Karol Wotyla, JP2 he also announced his successor at the doctrinal anti-heresy and interntal stassi type office in the Vatican. An american man, bishop indeed,William Levada of San Francisco, who described himself as a Cocker Spaniel.
http://www.swissinfo.org/sen/swissinfo.html?siteSect=143&sid=5783397&cKey=1116022836000

Just to prove how catching all this tail wagging, sniffing bums and panting thing is fashionable now, this Sunday's Le Monde, the French daily has produced a series of photos of Chip the dog, a very fine mastiff as it happens, posing at home with his family who are dressed just like suburban americans for the US photographer William Wegman. You can see this series online at this link-
http://www.lemonde.fr/web/portfolio/0,12-0@2-3260,31-649710,0.html

still it wouldn't be a sunday papers without a bit of spite, unhappiness and complaint would it?

http://www.snapnetwork.org/

this week's illustration is of a street corner far far from Baghdad, Palestine, of Tashkent, and thus is not likely to cause you any moral or ethical problems. We're not inviting your kids to spend the weekend in Neverland on a post-Mother Teresa pilgrimage, we are a family site for family concerns. It is of Beaver Street, which is the scene for the thirteenth (13º) part of Ulysses by James Joyce, I include it because it's good reading practise, and one of only two occassion in all the words that Joyce wrote when he used the word "hood". Keen readers of foreign papers, will have noticed that this week, a woman charged with torturing an iraqi in Iraq, (an american woman as it happens) (perhaps because just like golden retrievers american women are over-represented in torture cases) went on trial in Fort Hood the same day that the scary looking Minister for dog shit and pooper scoopers in Engurland Mr Prescott reported being terrified by a group of hooded youth. This meant wide support for the ban on hooded jackets in Manchester and a call for banning young people from appearing in public.
http://www.indymedia.org.uk/en/2005/05/311182.html

THE SUNDAY QUOTE
"The silent lechers turn to pay the jarvey. Zoe and Kitty still point right. Bloom, parting them swiftly, draws his caliph's hood and poncho and hurries down the steps with sideways face. Incog Haroun al Baschid, he flits behind the silent lechers and hastens on by the railings with fleet step of a pard strewing the drag behind him, torn envelopes drenched in aniseed. The ashplant marks his stride. A pack of bloodhounds, led by Hornblower of Trinity brandishing a dogwhip in tallyho cap and an old pair of grey trousers, follows from far, picking up the scent, nearer, baying, panting, at fault, breaking away, throwing their tongues, biting his heels, leaping at his tail. He walks, runs, zigzags, gallops, lugs laid back. He is pelted with gravel, cabbagestumps, biscuitboxes, eggs, potatoes, dead codfish, womans slipperslappers. After him, freshfound, the hue and cry zigzag gallops in hot pursuit of follow my leader: 65 C 66 C night watch, John Henry Menton, Wisdom Hely, V.B. Dillon, Councillor Nannetti, Alexander Keyes, Larry O'Rourke, Joe Cuffe, Mrs O'Dowd Pisser Burke, The Nameless One, Mrs Riordan, The Citizen, Garryowen, Whatdoyoucallhim, Strangeface, Fellowthatslike, Sawhimbefore, Chapwith, Chris Callinan, sir Charles Cameron, Benjamin Dollard, Lenehan, Bartell d'Arcy, Joe Hynes, red Murray, editor Brayden, T.M. Healy, Mr Justice Fitzgibbon, John Howard Parnell, the reverend Tinned Salmon, Professor Joly, Mrs Breen, Denis Breen, Theodore Purefoy, Mina Purefoy, the Westland Row postmistress, C.P. M'Coy, friend of Lyons, Hoppy Holohan, man in the street, other man in the street, Footballboots, pugnosed driver rich protestant lady, Davy Byrne, Mrs Ellen M'Guinness, Mrs Joe Gallaher George Lidwell, Jimmy Henry on corns, Superintendent Laracy, Father Cowley, Crofton out of the Collector Generals, Dan Dawson, dental surgeon Bloom with tweezers, Mrs Bob Doran, Mrs Kennefick, Mrs Wyse Nolan, John Wyse Nolan, handsomemamedwomanrubbed againstwidebehindinClonskeatram, the bookseller of Sweets of Sin, Miss Dubedatandshedidbedad, Mesdames Gerald and Stanislaus Moran of Roebuck, the managing clerk of Drimmies colonel Hayes, Mastiansky, Citron, Penrose, Aaron Figatner, Moses Herzog, Michael E. Geraghty, Inspector Troy, Mrs Galbraith, the constable off Eccles Street corner old doctor Brady with stethoscope, the mystery man on the beach, a retriever Mrs Miriam Dandrade and all her lovers.


THE HUE AND CRY (Helterskelterelterwelter) He's Bloom! Stop Bloom! Stopabloom! Stopperrobber! Hi! Hi! Stop him on the corner!

(At the corner of Beaver Street beneath the scaffolding Bloom panting stops on the fringe of the noisy quarrelling knot, a lot not knowing a jot what hi! hi! row and wrangle round the whowhat brawlaltogether.)

STEPHEN (With elaborate gestures, breathing deeply and slowly.) You are my guests. The uninvited. By virtue of the fifth of George and seventh of Edward. History to blame. Fabled by mothers of memory.

PRIVATE CARR (To Cissy Caffrey.) Was he insulting you?