I have just been reading that one of the “very few” Unionist representatives who actually takes time to stand with PUL street protestors is undergoing a very trying and difficult time of his life.

Michael Copeland an MLA for East Belfast claims he has been driven to the point of suicide by a “smear campaign.”

If I were to speculate about the matter, I would speculate the fingerprints of the Kincora Old Boys can be found on the strings of the whole scenario.  Peter wants to win back East Belfast in May`s general election, therefore anyone who can damage the Kincora Old Boys electoral chances will find themselves at the focus point of a “very,very, dirty tricks campaign.”

Of course this is all speculation on my part, I may be completely wrong.

Hopefully Michael has nothing to hide and he will come back fighting and fully recovered.

One thing is for sure, if he had been an MI5 stooge the smears would never have got off the ground, they would have been quickly stamped out.

N.Ireland politics has always been a very ruthless arena, the party Michael presently belongs to, has done it`s own fair share of “smearing and destroying potential rivals,” especially in the late 1960s and early 1970s when they were faced with a large scale swing of support against them from largely “grassroots” PUL.

The scourge of DEPRESSION seems to be abnormally high in N.Ireland compared to other parts of the UK.   No section of society is immune from it, the rich, the poor, the famous and the not so famous can all be afflicted.

One of the most famous people to be afflicted with “DEPRESSION” was King David.  Here is one of the most famous Psalms recording the period.

Psalm 42 

1 As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.

My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?

My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?

When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.

5 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.

O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.

Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.

Yet the Lord will command his lovingkindness in the day time, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.

I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

10 As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God?

11 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.


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