Monday 16 April 2007

Preach To The Trekkies And Hope They Stop Their Terrorist Activities.

Even Beta Liked a little head.

A next Generation Star Trek 1990 episode called 'The High Ground' predicted the reunification of Ireland by 2024.
The Android Beta said it had happened due to a successful terrorist campaign, then made a post vanish and closed doon for maintenance for an hour.

Shows you what the fuck they know as we won the war get over it and the words success and terrorist never lead to peace and reconciliation but leads to the murder of weemen and children on a Saturday afternoon while at their shopping.

The episode is being shown as part of the Art's Festival in Belfast not to rub it in on how stupid Star trek is or to make some lame political statement but to get some sad trekkies to attend and explain about censorship as back then in the 90's Republican politicians had to have actors dub their voices on TV as politicians that supported terrorists where not allowed to be heard, something I myself believe in when you listen to Evangelicals and White supremacists. Also many songs were banned from the radio if their content was sexual or unagreeable in nature, if it was up to me I'd ban the lot of them and only Bagpipe music and Dame Vera Lynn would be acceptable, put that in yer I-pod and smoke it .

The BBC and RTE both refused to show it but I believe that cable has shown it since. The episode takes place on a planet dripping with terrorism and Dr Crusher is taken hostage while caring for the wounded .
Is it just me or should Picard really be someone's butler/manservant? and that big brown turd fella Worf, does that not sound like someone boaking?

5 comments:

Manuel said...

Never mind that trekie arse FRANK SIDEBOTTOM is also playing at the Cathedral Quarter Arts Festival. A man with a paper machie head or men with paper machie for brains?

Old Knudsen said...

while I guess they couldn't get anyone good, it is Belfast after all.

Sam, Problem-Child-Bride said...

Man, I'd completely forgotten about that voice-over thing for the Republicans in Norn Iron.

I remember when I first landed in New York, a couple of people over on the same work-exchange programme and I went out to stumble around the bars.

We ended up in an Irish bar talking to some great fat galoot and his great fat friends who kept nodding at galoot and telling us we had no idea who we were talking to. It turns out he was the Head of Catholic Charities in the US. It didn't mean much to me at the time but now I know what a powerful operation that is.

This man, this powerful man with sway over politicians and hearts and minds and all-sorts, sat and told us how the IRA were out there fighting the good fight and how his organisation supported their efforts. He didn't say if that support was financial but that was the implication.

He'd bought us all rounds and rounds of free drinks beforehand because we were Scottish and we thought it was a jolly old evening until the IRA stuff came up. What about the Birmingham bomb? we asked, what about the threats on the underground in London? What about the Brighton bombing and targeting innocent civillians?

He was dismissive of these as part of the IRA's war to claim what's theirs. He had completely romanticised Ireland in his mind - it was all about the craic and the blarney and the colleens and the cheeky men who loved them and, if we'd told him leprechauns weren't really real, he'd no doubt have had us arrested. Or cried. Probably both.

There was no talking to the man. He was a bullet-headed ignoramus who sounded ridiculous, chauvanistic and infantile and he was in charge of Catholic Charities. It's frightening.

Of course, all this was before 9/11 back when people openly collected for the IRA in Irish American bars. It's a lot quieter now that the IRA's known associates, Al Quaeda, did what they did. There was precious little good that came out of 9/11 but that might have been one of them.

The galoot was perfectly nice, see, in every other way. He just had this complete blind-spot when it came from Ireland. His people were Irish and he was completely romanticised with the whole place, despite never having set foot there. It was like something was missing that he had to fill with fairy-tales. But powerful men should deal in realities not fairy tales.

I'll never forget that eye-opener on my first night out in the States.

Anonymous said...

Leader of the Pack was banned when it first came out...

Rob7534 said...

I believe the android's name is Data. But I don't want to sound like a pedantic knit-pick or nothing!