It is really exhausting to live in a dictatorship of 'Me', which is basically a tyranny of others.
We'll beat you yet, you cold-blooded, censored son of a bowdlerized, unprintably expurgated deletion!
I know the fashion is that everything is fair game [for comedy material] but I don't believe that.
It's harder to pick and choose when you're dead. It's like a photograph, you know. It doesn't matter as much.
Where did this absurd rule come from, and why did we so meekly obey it? Under a tyrannical regime--and the Ireland of those days was a spiritual tyranny--the populace becomes so cowed that it does the...