Book review: Give Us Back the Bad Roads

by Kenneth Francis (December 2018)

Book cover photograph (circa 1930s), in Tulsk, County Roscommon, of John Waters’ father pulling a broken-down Model T Ford in which several children are sitting delightedly. The engine of the Model T had been removed and looks like Mr Waters recently acquired the car, perhaps from somebody’s back yard, and was taking it back to the workshop.

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The Irish writer of many books and countless essays, John Waters, knows a lot about the good and the bad, as well as the fascism in the mob mentality of the cosmopolitan left. Born in Castlerea, County Roscommon, Mr Waters is a Catholic and a writer/speaker who expresses hard truths that anti-Catholics, clueless Christians and atheists don’t want to hear but need to hear. However, being a Catholic in Western culture reduces one to the status of a non-person, whose character is discredited and views are irrelevant in ‘respectable, intelligentsia circles’.

After moving to Dublin in the early 1980s, he was a newspaper columnist, essayist, music critic, playwright and public speaker on fathers’ rights/health. He also wrote about the hard truths and facts on Irish culture.

His first book, Jiving at the Crossroads (1991), about Irish politics and culture, became a best-seller because of its powerful prose and rich observations and historical content. And it looks like his latest book is about to expose more, in its raw exposure of double-standards and back-stabbing in the ‘respectable’ public squares and halls of the ‘chattering classes’ of Irish life.

But it’s not all doom and gloom, as the book, written in the form of a letter to his late beloved father, is interspersed with human-relief chapters of boyhood fond memories and ‘chats’ with his Dad.

The book also begins seeking to outline the facts of Mr Waters’ departure from Irish journalism a couple of years ago. Although he is greatly admired by many decent people in Ireland and internationally, who, like him, feel powerless and disillusioned with the media and politics, the high priests and priestesses from the metropolis chattering classes have nonetheless ridiculed, shunned and avoided him. His mortal-sin?: Conformist Liberal Blasphemy. And we all know the sin of having the freedom to say non-defamatory, truthful things that some immature, over-sensitive people don’t like is the gravest of abominations. Unfortunately, this situation has become universal and suppresses free speech. Hell hath no fury like a scorned New Liberal Inquisition fundamentalist.

The Spectator columnist, James Kirkup, summed it up well when he wrote about the treatment of people with the “wrong” opinions. He wryly suggested that journalists writing about taboo issues should be issued with a template which would look something like this:

A small group of noisy, angry people, many of them male, have demanded that [Insert person’s name] not be allowed to speak/ appear/ have a job/ do anything because [person] once said things the small group of people didn’t like or agree with.

Anyhow, Mr Waters writes about the ‘cesspit’ that most of the metropolis Irish *media and its fellow travellers had become, and how colleagues who he once regarded as good friends betrayed him, some even making false allegations about his honest views. But honest views and writing about the Truth are not always pragmatic. Aldous Huxley said: “Great is truth, but still greater, from a practical point of view, is silence about truth.” (*Not to be confused with the grass-roots media of reginal and quality alternative outlets.)

And there was (and still is) no silencing Mr Waters, thus leading to his unfair ostracization from the PC Establishment. The same fate has happened to other journalists who sought to expose corruption or speak the truth. And as far back as ancient Greece, a seriously bright chap by the name of Socrates drank poison rather than reject the Truth. Even the cowardly Pontus Pilate, who was staring Truth in the face, fled from the room before Jesus could answer his question: “What is Truth?”

Truth is a lonely warrior and Mr Waters continues to write and talk on subjects that many suffering from cognitive dissonance want to supress. He writes: “I would love to be cool again, but there is an insurmountable problem: the truth—hard and ineluctable facts that get in the way.”

Mr Waters writes about his earlier love of rock’n’roll and how he became disillusioned with it in recent times, as he began to feel that something was horribly wrong, especially with the legalisation of abortion in Ireland. The rock stars of yesteryear used to be robust, rebellious, anti-hero ‘David’s’ rebelling against the oppressive ‘Goliath’ State (yes, many were also degenerates and their music corrupted youth). However, the contemporary wave of celebrity ‘musicians’ are virtue-signalling, new conformists in bed with the Establishment, gallantly acting as their propaganda proxy warriors while the country suffers serious social problems, especially in health, rental accommodation and public transport. In Russia’s Soviet Union, Lenin used to call such people, “useful idiots”.

Mr Waters again: “Rock stars were talking about a woman’s ‘right to choose’ as if, as with the slavery in which their music was rooted, this was a straightforward matter of freedom from oppression, as though the unborn child was somehow the equivalent of the slave master rather than the proxy of the slave.”

He also writes about his contempt for pro-abortion Irish politicians, including, during the day of the vote to legalise abortion, Ireland’s “self-styled news media, which gave us a picture of Taoiseach [prime-minister] Leo Varadkar, grinningly dropping his vote into a ballot box, over the headline: ‘All the lads in the gym are voting Yes’ [for abortion].”

Mr Waters says that Varadkar, who had entered the last election less than three years earlier as ‘pro-life’, was seemingly incapable of grasping what he had led us into.

“On Wednesday, two days from polling day, Varadkar, with his typical disingenuousness, had called for no public shows of celebration if the vote turned out a ‘Yes’. Still, that Saturday evening, the yard of Dublin Castle was filled with thousands of hysterical citizens, mostly young and female, dancing, cavorting, weeping, screaming—and there was Varadkar in the midst of them, cadging every last vote.”

Disillusioned feminist, Camille Paglia, said: “Those who invest all of their spiritual energies in politics will reap the whirlwind. The evidence is all around us—the paroxysms of inchoate, infantile rage suffered by those who have turned fallible politicians into saviours and devils.”

Meanwhile, overcrowding in Irish hospitals were (and still are) at an all-time high, with over 12,000 patients waiting on trolleys in Emergency Departments or on additional beds placed throughout hospitals. But why rain on the abortion parade and worry about massive rent increases, the collective billions of euro debt in perpetuity, the broken health sector, rural crime against the elderly, the lack of wage increases or the dispossessed who lost their homes and livelihoods, leading many to suicide, mental breakdown and divorce? And that’s just a few examples.

Mr Waters writes that, on that day, Taoiseach Varadkar, grinningly dropping his vote into a ballot box (as mentioned above) over the headline: ‘All the lads in the gym are voting yes,’ might be the epitaph of the country he grew up in. This country that he had to call home, “this ancient land, traceable into antiquity by its piety, its valour, and its sufferings”.

“I was stunned, since this had nothing to do with the purpose of the interview and since I had merely made a throwaway remark and had not expanded on it. My friend warned me that already the interview was trending on Twitter and the depression comment appeared to be the main focus… I couldn’t believe it. Immediately I began getting calls from relatives and friends telling me that I had again got myself in hot water with my remark about depression . . . I also received numerous emails from people who told me they were suffering from depression and felt hurt by what I had said. Some of these verged on the poisonous.”

And there is no doubt that John Waters has dealt with quite a lot of suffering during these modern-day Salem witch trials, culminating with a cancer diagnoses, of which he is currently struggling to recover from. But he never wears victimhood on his sleeve. Instead, he comes across as a kind, humble gentleman, highly educated and perceptive, with a sense of humour and lots of interesting things to say (see his Grand Torino youtube videos). He also comes across as a caring, and, at times, passionate person—passionate about his country and the forgotten, dispossessed Irish people whom he loves. But he doesn’t suffer fools gladly and is not over-sentimental about Ireland. He knows a powerful elite in his country, unwittingly supported by gullible anti-Catholic activists, are corrupt and rotten to the core.

However, his critics (usually vulgar cosmopolitan leftists) mistakenly view his deep passion for life and a better country as anger, fury, even hate. They even take some of his generalisations as literal statements. This is what happens when one is filled with hatred and someone else, with great charity, comes along and wants to lead you to the truth. I think it was George Orwell who once wrote, in a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act.

Give Us Back the Bad Roads is a superb read with lots of truth and no lies, written by a gifted scribe. It covers many aspects of Irish culture (or what’s left of it), from popular music to the insanity of tyrannical political correctness. If you haven’t yet been evicted from Plato’s Cave or ‘red-pilled’, then this book is certainly a powerful eyeopener, as its themes are universal. It would make an excellent gift this Christmas, a time celebrating when Truth was born into this world. With that said: Merry Christmas to all our New English Review readers!

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Kenneth Francis is a Contributing Editor at New English Review. For the past 20 years, he has worked as an editor in various publications, as well as a university lecturer in journalism. He also holds an MA in Theology and is the author of The Little Book of God, Mind, Cosmos and Truth (St Pauls Publishing).

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