Nothing Compares 2 Death, Sinead O’Connor is gone

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All fear the Pope's revenge. She should not have torn up the Pope's picture in vain. Skinhead O'Conner sleeps with the potatos.
 

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Sinead

She died on the feast day of the lost Irish mother goddess Anu...goddess of the oceans and the howling winds and the windswept earth. Anu who the Catholic Church tried to turn into St. Anne the grandmother...but who could not really be tamed.

So many of us, as young women, who first heard her howls knew she spoke for us, expressed what was in our souls for generations. She was so damn brave. So wild. So utterly untamed.

I listened to her songs over and over again and I howled with her and afterwards I would feel better.

The deaths of people with whom I am not personally intimate does not usually matter to much to me.

But this one feels very painful indeed.

Let her be our wild untamed saint. Let her help us take the tape off our mouths and our hearts. Let us always be too loud, too much, too loving, too fierce, too all of it...in her honor.

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I'm singing this song for my sister Sinead
Concerning the god awful mess that she made
When she told them her truth just as hard as she could
Her message profoundly was misunderstood
There's humans entrusted with guarding our gold
And humans in charge of the saving of souls
And humans responded all over the world
Condemning that bald headed brave little girl
And maybe she's crazy and maybe she ain't
But so was Picasso and so were the saints
And she's never been partial to shackles or chains
She's too old for breaking and too young to tame
It's askin' for trouble to stick out your neck
In terms of a target a big silhouette
But some candles flicker and some candles fade
And some burn as true as my sister Sinead
And maybe she's crazy and maybe she ain't
But so was Picasso and so were the saints
And she's never been partial to shackles or chains
She's too old for breaking and too young to tame
-Kris Kristofferson
 

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She was a total nutjob who had no trouble insulting all the right people given her mental predilections and politics, thats why the MSM sucks her dick. If she had converted to Catholicism and insulted Islam she would have been cancelled.

Btw as a convert to Mohammedism the media is dead naming her by calling her by her Irish name.
 

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She was a total nutjob who had no trouble insulting all the right people given her mental predilections and politics, thats why the MSM sucks her dick. If she had converted to Catholicism and insulted Islam she would have been cancelled.

Btw as a convert to Mohammedism the media is dead naming her by calling her by her Irish name.
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She was a total nutjob who had no trouble insulting all the right people given her mental predilections and politics, thats why the MSM sucks her dick. If she had converted to Catholicism and insulted Islam she would have been cancelled.

Btw as a convert to Mohammedism the media is dead naming her by calling her by her Irish name.
She still used her “former” name professionally
 

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In 1992, Kris Kristofferson comforted Sinéad O'Connor when she was booed off the stage at a Bob Dylan anniversary concert.
Sinéad O'Connor, just 25 years old at the time, was introduced on stage by American singer-songwriter Kris Kristofferson.
He later wrote this for her. May we all have her courage. May we all tell the truth.
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"I'm singing this song for my sister Sinead
Concerning the god awful mess that she made
When she told them her truth just as hard as she could
Her message profoundly was misunderstood
There's humans entrusted with guarding our gold
And humans in charge of the saving of souls
And humans responded all over the world
Condemning that bald headed brave little girl
And maybe she's crazy and maybe she ain't
But so was Picasso and so were the saints
And she's never been partial to shackles or chains
She's too old for breaking and too young to tame
It's askin' for trouble to stick out your neck
In terms of a target a big silhouette
But some candles flicker and some candles fade
And some burn as true as my sister Sinead
And maybe she's crazy and maybe she ain't
But so was Picasso and so were the saints
And she's never been partial to shackles or chains
She's too old for breaking and too young to tame”