The Heelers Diaries

the fantasy world of ireland's greatest living poet

My Photo
Location: Kilcullen (Phone 087 7790766), County Kildare, Ireland

Saturday, November 14, 2009

The Photographers Eye (with Enrica Cecchini)

Faint and fantastical on the rim of the horizon. Who knows what dreams await when we reach the shore? - Enrica

name day

people like years in the city streets
throng in the rain it falls like centuries
the fall of man is never so complete
the fall of night never such a certainty
clocks are striking somewhere down the quays
as i am struck my thirtieth hour done
takes wing like a soul circles and is gone
alone amid the crowd i hear the rain
drum the outright tragedy of man
birth is death divided by a span

an open letter to dan brown author of the davinci code and the secret douchebag

Dear Dan.
Why is there no mention of Jahbulon, the Freemasons' secret word for worshipping Satan, in your new novel about the Freemasons?
The Freemasons are the villains in your novel aren't they Dan?
Why didn't you mention Jahbulon in The Secret Key or whatever it's called Dan?
Did you know about Jahbulon?
You and your wife are supposed to be such great researchers Dan, so what happened to Jahbulon?
Dan, where's Jahbulon?
You have maliciously and mendaciously attempted to refute the divinity of Jesus while falsely depicting the Catholic church as a corrupt and murderous insitution, so why not give even a little mention to Jahbulon in your writings about the Freemasons since the Freemasons really do invoke Jahbulon as their lord and master?
You have used false theories which in fact were originally concocted by a French master forger to argue that great Catholic men throughout a thousand years of history all belonged to an anti Catholic organisation called the Priory Of Zion, an organisation which in actuality did not exist until the French forger established it with a few friends in the last century, an organisation which in truth has contained a grand total of nought great men and one very moderately accomplished forger, an organisation which the French forger established to promote himself and his lies about the Catholic church, lies you yourself have promoted to the detriment of the faith of millions of people, but why no mention of Jahbulon in your new book Dan?
Why have you never admitted to your readers that the French forger has admitted creating all the supposedly ancient Priory Of Zion documents himself?
Why have you never pointed out to your readers that the French forger is known to have deposited his supposedly ancient utterly faked and forged documents in French archives where he then pretended to discover what he himself had placed there?
Are you there Dan?
Who are you working for Dan?
How much are they paying you Dan?
What profiteth it a man if he sells a few drivel books and loseth his immortal soul?
What profiteth it a man if he causes someone else to lose their immortal soul?
Do you worship Jahbulon Dan?
Fond regards always.
James Healy


The reason President Barack Obama has decided to put the Nine Eleven mass murderer Khaled Sheikh Mohammed on trial in a civil court is because he wants to allow Khaled Sheikh Mohammed to put the Administration of President George Bush on trial during the proceedings.
There is no other reason.

Friday, November 13, 2009

the ten funniest things in the world

1. In the Woody Allen film Love And Death, Woody is a Russian war hero around the time of Napoleon's invasion of 1812. He and his aged aunt are at the opera in Moscow. Sitting in a booth directly across the theatre from them is a beautiful Russian girl. Woody asks his aunt who it is. His Aunt replies: "That is the Countess Alexandrovna. She takes lovers." Woody leans forward eagerly and asks: "Really? She takes uppers?" His aunt says: "No, she takes lovers." Woody says: "Oh that. And who's the Laughing Boy sitting beside her?" His aunt says: "That's the Count Libednikov. He's killed ten men in duels for her honour." Woody shrugs and says resignedly: "Oh, I suppose I'll just watch the opera." Later during intermission he meets the Countess in the foyer. The Countess says: "Who is this handsome soldier." Woody says: "I am Boris Boriseyovich." The Countess says: "All Moscow is talking about your heroism." Count Libednikov now puts in: "I have heard his heroism was somewhat... inadvertent." Woody rejoins with: "Why, if a man said that to me, I'd kill him where he stood." The Count Libednikov snarls: "I am a man." Woody says: "Well I mean a much shorter man." Also Woody Allen's films Bananas and Sleeper.

2. When the Americans liberated Iraq from the Saddam Hussein family murderocracy, a writer called Mark Steyn decided to go see what the situation was like for himself. He drove around Anbar province unescorted. In his book America Alone he recalls deciding not to bother trying to dress like the natives. He describes all heads turning as he walked into a restaurant in Fallujah. He writes: "I was wearing the latest suit from the Western Imperialist Aggressor range at Brooks Brothers."

3. Top Secret. The whole film.

4. Dark Star. Nearly the whole film. The bit where the guy argues with a talking bomb trying to persuade it not to explode. The bit where a ridiculous looking but deadly alien traps one of the guys in the lift shaft, and the guy is hanging from the bottom of the lift while it goes up and down to the music from Figaro. The bit where the guys in the space ship are freaking out to music when an asteroid storm nearly destroys their ship.

5. The Good The Bad And The Ugly. The bit where Clint Eastwood and Eli Wallach find a note left for them by the really evil Lee Van Cleef. Elic Wallach is trying to read the note. He says: "See you later, iddi, iddi, iddi..." He can't read the last word. Clint takes the note and reads: "See you later idiots." Then he hands the note back to Eli Wallach with the comment: "It's for you."

6. A drunk Bingo Little making the presentations at a school awards ceremony in one of the Jeeves and Wooster books by PG Wodehouse. The set piece scene in another PG Wodehouse book where Bertie Wooster and his cousins run a gambling scam on which Vicar will have the longest sermon.

7. In the television sitcom Fawlty Towers, the bit with Basil Fawlty saying to a confidence trickster who has been passing himself off at the hotel as a member of the aristocracy: "How are you then Lord Mellbury, me old mucker. How are you then? I'm sorry, we've just heard the Duke of Buckleigh is dead. Yes, terribly tragic. He was killed by a golf ball." Two real aristocrats enter and Fawlty says: "Ah Sir Richard and Lady Morris, any valuables to deposit? Any bricks?" Then as Lord Mellbury realises the game is up and tries to flee, Fawlty shouts: "You baaasssstaaarddd." Also, the film starring Fawlty entitled Monty Python And The Holy Grail. I never rated the Monty Python comedy team. But this film has two scenes of sublime comedy. Where the knights have to cross a bridge guarded by a troll who demands they each solve a riddle before crossing. And the scene where they encounter an horrific monster who turns out to be a rabbit but no less horrific for that. The guy playing the king does an amazing almost Shakespearian job. Fawlty maintains that the king was drunk for the whole film.

8. One from real life. Me and the brother who would one day be Doctor Barn at an up market restaurant in Galway when we were still teenagers. Doctor Barn said to the waitress: "What are Oranges In Cointreau?" Before she could answer I said: "Oranges In Cointreau is when a bunch of oranges with machine guns burst into the room and shout: Nobody move, the oranges are in cointreau." As the waitress took our orders I said: "I'll have the Dover Sole Bonne Femme. You can bring me the Dover Sole here and have the Bonne Femme sent to my room." Ah, I was hilarious in those days.

9. Some episodes of Southpark. The depressingly objectionable Southpark still occasionally produces moments of elevated comic genius. There was an episode where the kids were hired as junior detectives by the police force ("The mayor will have my ass, blah, blah, blah"), an episode where aliens visited the earth ("You guys I am not being controlled by aliens"), one satirising election recounts featuring Rosie O'Donnell along with a Terminator from the future ("I am starting to feel compashun"), a legendary episode poking fun at Nine Eleven conspiracy theorists (where Kyle asks the Hardy Boys "So who was behind Nine Eleven," and Stan interjects "Some pissed off Muslims," and the Hardy Boys say "Yeah, what are you, retarded?"), and a classic two parter featuring the Muslim attempts to intimidate the world when some Danish cartoons featured pictures of Mohammed, and bringing in the Fox channel, Family Guy ("If you say my sense of humour is like Family Guy so help me, I'll kill you where you stand") and the best ever chase scene in screen history with Cartman and Kyle on tricycles pursuing each other along the freeway.

10. Another real lifer. My older brother advising me about women in the dim and distant days of youth: "There are three secrets to women. Firstly, they all want it; Secondly, no means yes; Thirdly, whatever you do, never ever mention sex." You know gentle voyagers of the internet, it's advice like this that has ensured for many years, I remain very much a man alone.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

the new arrival at meki orphanage in ethiopia

The child will save the world.
Pic: Mar Diaz.

defender of the faith

how do you know said martin
i sat nervous ill at ease
his arguing had brought my faith to its knees
this day when rain had fallen
now fell the mightiest citadel of them all
a ray of light came straying through
to play upon my troubled face
and i beheld the splendour in the grass
a thousand sceptred miracles in glass
how do you know said martin
and i laughed

heelers rides forth

I knocked on the big oak door.
My cousin in law Rowena answered.
She is married to my cousin Roderick.
She is a relative of the family that owns Finnegans Pub in Dublin.
The one that features in books and theatre plays and tour guides and which is also moderately famous as a watering hole for the pseuderati of pseudo Irish pseudo high society.
Rowena is in the best sense of an old fashioned phrase, a class bird.
She is a striking looking woman.
My cousin Roderick married up.
"James," she cried with fake Dublin Four bonhomie, "what a pleasant surprise."
"Hi Rowena," quoth me. "I was just calling to ask you were you sure you really wanted to be working at Clane hospital?"
"Why wouldn't I work there?" sez she.
"Because they generate life in test tubes," quoth me.
"Sorry?" sez she.
"I mean they provide in vitro fertilisation services," quoth me.
The cousin in law fixed me with a kindly smile.
"But that's a good thing," she said. "If you could see how happy those parents are, you would have no doubts."
My handsome preraphaelite features took on a poignant hue.
"Well," I said, "I would ask you to consider that for every life they allow to be born, they generate ten in the test tube that they simply throw away. The process involves choosing the most viable looking embryo and discarding the rest. I would ask you to consider that all the embyros you throw away may be human beings and that in throwing them away you're committing ten murders for every baby you present to those oh so happy parents. I thought maybe as a Catholic you'd find the whole process unacceptable and would want to cease to take any part in it."
A certain hardness congealed around the edges of her smile.
A far away look came in her eyes.
"James," she repeated firmly, "if you could see the happiness of those parents you wouldn't think that. Not even for a minute. If you could just see the joy those children bring, you would never say what you've said."
My eyes were pools of fire.
"I am familiar with the hospitals marketing strategy," I murmured softly. "I know that pictures of the happy parents are released to the press in order to prevent the public ever daring to question what exactly is going on."
"If you saw those parents you would never say what you're saying," reiterated Rowena.
I knew it then.
She is a class bird alright.
And all the lights are on.
But nobody's home.
Humbly and with a certain desolation of spirit, I made my excuses and left.

the cops the mob the broads

The parcel had been sent by priority post from Switzerland.
I didn't like the look of it.
The return address was marked: Dete, SPLlHR 110, 8010 Zurich Mulligen, Switzerland.
I know nobody in Switzerland who sends me parcels without their name on it.
I brought the parcel back to Kilcullen Post Office.
The mild mannered lady behind the counter looked up over owlish glasses.
I handed her the parcel.
"I'm not accepting this," I told her. "I've written some things about the Muslim terror armies that threaten the world and I'm not taking any chances with strange unsolicited parcels. I'd advise you guys not to take any chances with it either."
"Do you think it's dangerous?" asked the lady primly.
The mid afternoon crowd in Kilcullen post office craned to hear my reply.
"It's probably a book," I said. "But I'd just advise you to take no risks with it. If you decide to call the police, you can give them my name and phone number. I'll be happy to talk to them."
"We'll probably just send it back where it came from," said the lady.
Exit Heelers, stage left, with the U2 version of the Mission Impossible music playing.
Ah yes, folks.
The cops, the mob, the broads, the Jihadis, the Johnston Press, and now apparently the Swiss.
They're all out to get Heelers.

Footnote: It contained language tapes bought for me as a surprise present by the Dad.


Angela Phelan, a gossip columnist with Independent Newspapers died a couple of weeks ago.
She was 63 or something.
Over the course of her whole life she never once expressed the mildest dissent at Independent Newspapers blatent attempts over thirty years to manipulate sex abuse cases as a propaganda tool against the Catholic church.
She never once spoke out against the editorial policy at Independent Newspapers of perpetually recycling any allegation of abuse involving clerical people while ignoring the vast preponderance of abuse cases taking place in Irish family homes and in Health Board run institutions.
She never once objected to her newspapers malign and dishonest attempts to link sex abuse inextricably in the minds of Irish people with the Catholic church.
When she died her family requested and received a funeral mass at one of Dublin's more prestigious, ie insincere, Catholic churches.
Now that's what I call blasphemy.

fort hood

When Nazi Germany attacked the world in 1939, German agents in our countries were rounded up for the duration of the conflict.
Various terms were used to refer to our enemies.
The Nazis. Krauts. Huns. Boche. Sauerkraut Munchers.
And so on.
There was no policy of putting citizens on trial for being insensitive to Nazis.
There was no requirement to figure out the mindset and motivation of every single member of the SS before concluding that that person was a member of the SS.
There was no orgy of self questioning as to whether or not we had the right to fight back against the Nazis and to destroy them wherever they hid.
There was no tolerance for the likes of a Michael Moore, Noam Chomsky, John Pilger, or Robert Fisk.
Such Michael Moores, Noam Chomskys, John Pilgers and Robert Fisks as existed, were actually working for the Nazis and the Japanese in the guise of Lord Haw Haw and Tokyo Rose.
They were eventually executed by the Allies.
There was no tolerance for the notion that our enemies had rights to infiltrate, propagandise, sabotage or commit murder in our midst.
Consequently the Free World won that war.
When the Jihadis attacked the Free World on Nine Eleven, the pseudo intellectual elites who so often manipulate the reins of power in our society, warned us not to blame Muslims.
Our newspapers agonised over what terminology to use for our enemies before finally and traitorously deciding that our enemies were in fact President Bush and Prime Minister Blair.
An overweening incompetence prevailed among those in civil administration in the West. Guided by an ideology of infantile plush bottomed political correctness, the mandarins of civil power continued to permit massive Muslim immigration to our countries long after the open borders policy had fallen into disrepute among the general public.
There was a tremendous willingness on the part of those employed in the media to put Bush and Blair and our own soldiers on trial for any strong actions they had taken or thought to take against our Islamist enemies.
A self loathing, a cultural abnegation, took precedence.
Our soldiers went into battle with rules of engagement so restrictive that it was inevitable many would get killed.
Do you know, British soldiers on the battlefield in Afghanistan are not permitted to fire on Taliban terrorists carrying shovels even when those British soldiers have been under fire from those same Taliban terrorists moments before.
Just in case a lone Afghan farmer lost his bearing and found himself in the midst of the ambush.
The major Taliban Al Qaeda battle strategy is now to detonate a road side bomb, shoot a British soldier and then shoulder your shovel and walk away.
Scott free.
The shovel is a get out of death free card.
This is a recipe for disaster.
It will all end in tears.
Not that the Muslims will win.
But they've been allowed to make a ball game out of what should have been a cake walk.
Ultimately we'll defeat them.
But the eventual price is getting higher all the time due to the machinations of traitors on the home front.
I gotta tell you.
We made an awful mistake allowing political correctness to hamstring our soldiers.
We got into a boxing match with Al Qaeda when we should have simply exterminated them where they lay.
Cultural abnegation and self loathing, it was.
Not among ordinary people.
But throughout our declining media industry.
The Jihadis saw this self doubt and self loathing.
It gave them hope that the war could be won through CNN, Sky News and The Times of London.
These media groups have spent the years since Nine Eleven, attempting to criminalise our own leaders, bemoaning our meagre losses (losses which are infinitesimal when compared to those of any war in history), casting doubt on our capacity to win, sneering at the rightness of our cause, preventing proper scrutiny of the Muslims living in our midst, preventing public outrage from finding a focus when Muslims blew up trains or buses in Madrid or London or when Muslims tried to poison the water supply in Rome or when Muslims murdered a Dutch film director and a Dutch Prime Minister or when Muslims torched French cities or when Muslims beat a 19 year old Irish boy to death on Grafton Street Dublin, and generally just talking up our enemies till the cows come home.
If the Jihadis have shown us nothing else, they've shown us how divided we are against each other.
And they've shown us more.
They've shown us we are being ruled from unofficial lamp lit offices by Judges and Civil Servants who will never be accountable to the public for those of us their policies get killed, maimed or worse, ultimately enslaved to Islam when the infiltrators decide its time to go for broke.
Judges and Civil Servants whose insistence on permitting Muslim immigration while according legal rights and privileges to suspected Al Qaeda agents and their families and friends, has prevailed over the will of the general populace.
The Muslims know this because they've bought up many of those Judges and Civil Servants.
The culture of political correctness means that an infiltrating Jihadi will rarely be thrown out of our countries before he commits his massacres.
Mohammed Atta and several of the Nine Eleven murderers had been waltzing around America in a welter of suspicious behaviour before the attacks and yet they were permitted to stay and continue their preparations for slaughter.
They had insulted and derided American government officials at interviews whose contents have still incredibly not been fully reported.
Clinton Administration official Sandy Bergher was caught destroying documents in the national archives which revealed just how egregiously incompetent the Clinton Administration's handling of infiltrating Muslim terrorists had been.
Bergher got off with a plea bargain.
Interestingly enough the same Justice System sent Bush Administration official Scooter Libby to jail for a crime no one is able to specify.
We're divided against each other alright.
Well the Jihadis know it.
Every step of the way Mohammed Atta and friends were allowed to remain in the country.
They were actually questioned at Boston airport by security staff on the big day.
They were permitted to board those planes simply because of the perverse political correctness which has been propagated in our culture by unelected functionaries accountable to no one.
Political correctness.
You can't throw a Muslim off a plane just because he's Muslim and snarling like a mad dog.
That would be offensive to Muslims.
Better to let the 3000 people die in the Twin Towers.
Bloody hell.
This is insane.
Think of what Hitler could have done if this sort of idiocy had been in vogue in 1939.
Or Communist Russia in 1961.
We are a generation who has forgotten itself.
Those who are not willing to fight for freedom will lose it.
Political correctness.
A way of thinking that requires no thought.
You must never suspect a Muslim of being part of a Muslim terror army until he actually murders at least a dozen people and shoots forty more.
And even then as in the case of Hassan Malik at Fort Hood, the CNN's, Newsweek's, ABC's, NBC's, CBS's, BBC's, Irish Times's, Times's of London, Guardians, Le Mondes, Sky News's and Channel Four's of this world, even then they are still unwilling to see the psychopathic wood for the Islamic trees.
The Al Qaeda agent Hassan Malik infiltrated the American army, slaughtered thirteen soldiers and an unborn child while gaily shouting "Allah U Akbar," and the media are still debating what his true motivation might have been.
It's insanity.
This political correctness wasn't present in our culture in 1939.
But it's sure as hell here now.
And it's getting people killed.
The Muslim bombers who killed 200 people in Madrid had been stopped by Spanish police the previous evening for a traffic infringement.
I kid you not.
They were hostile and aggressive towards the officers.
The police did not detain them. The police did not take them in for questioning. The police did not check whether these Morroccan Muslim infiltrators were entitled to be in Spain. The police did not interrogate them to see if their aggression and hostility related to an intention to murder 200 people in the streets the next day.
The Muslims were released with a parking fine, and continued their terror operations as planned.
Here's an idea.
How about if any time a Muslim was rude to a police officer, we just sent him straight home to his own country, to Muslimia, or whatever bolt hole he crawled out of?
How about not according every terrorist the rights and privileges of honest citizens?
Just a thought.
In this time of Islamic World War, Muslims have been permitted to infiltrate our armies, our police forces, our airlines, our hospitals, and our security apparatus, as well as every other strand of our societies.
In this time when Al Qaeda, a cultural dysfunction emanating solely from Muslims and Islamic culture, threatens the freedom of everyone, (as truly as Nazism emanating from Germany did in 1939), in this time we have been compelled to accept ever greater numbers of Muslims in our midst.
Why are they here?
Why have we let them come here?
The Fort Hood massacre is just the most recent result of what is essentially a suicidal cultural self doubt on our part.
It's time to send the Mussies home.
Send them home.
Send them home to contemplate what they have lost and why they have lost it.
Maybe in a few centuries they will have grown up sufficiently to be allowed mix with decent people again.
Let the next generation decide that one for themselves.
Send the relatives and friends of Hassan Malik back to Palestine.
Let em contemplate the murders committed by their bastard son amid the perpetual squalor their own people have created for themselves in spite of limitless oil wealth throughout the Middle East.
Send them home to Allah.
All of them.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

A Bit Irish (by Medbh Gillard and James Healy)

"What are you looking at, pervert?"

those amazing x men

Mild mannered poet James Healy is flicking through a book on herbal remedies
The book was left at the Chateau de Healy by Padre Peter who is part of the humorous wing of the Catholic church.
James alights on the following passage:
The properties of Garlic are not yet fully understood. Regular infusions of this herb will stave off a whole host of bodily ailments. Scientists consider that garlic has been statistically proven to improve circulation through the human heart. There is anecdotal evidence that using garlic regularly may also have positive effects on the libido. In fact some say it will turn you into a love god from the planet zorgotron.
The noble Heelers' gentle preraphaelite features took on a most striking poignancy.
"I like the smell of those apples," he murmured cryptically.
Camera dissolve to Heelers buying garlic.
Montage of Heelers returning home, taking garlic, falling behind a table, and reemerging as the super hero known as Garlic Man.
Series of scenes where people he knows run away from him shouting: "For God's sake cut down on the garlic."
Then he figures out he's meant to use his new powers to fight crime.
Scene where he presents a pile of unconscious criminals at the police station.
The Chief of Police says: "Thank you Garlic Man."
Heelers vanishes back into the night from whence he came.
The Chief of Police turns to the other cops.
"Crumbs," he says, "that guy really stinks."

aftermath of the muslim attack on fort hood

The Muslim Al Qaeda assassin Hassan Malik stood up on a table.
His victims were in cubicles below him.
Their movement was restricted.
Most of them were unarmed.
The Islamic coward drew the automatic weapons he was carrying.
He began shooting American soldiers.
He shot to kill.
Aiming for the heads.
He had killed fourteen, including the unborn child of one of his victims, by the time he was brought down.
Unfortunately he survived.

Here's what happened immediately after...

1. Immediately after the slaughter, relatives of the cowardly Muslim murderer went on television saying their son had been bullied in the army. The relatives of Hassan Malik were permitted to put the victims of Hassan Malik on trial before the bodies were cold. A cousin of Hassan Malik trumpeted some preprepared lies that Hassan Malik had been bullied and denied promotion. Hassan Malik's grandfather said he couldn't understand how his grandson would do this. None of the Hassan Malik extended family had any fears of being arrested or deported. Muslims don't have to worry about that when their sons and daughters commit mass murder in our midst. Not yet they don't.

2. Immediately after the killing spree, General George Casey went on television saying how proud he was of the way his soldiers had quickly begun life saving operations when the gunfire stopped. He had seen his men slapping on emergency medical dressings and administering any help they could to the victims. These statements lacked a certain something. Outrage maybe. Warrior defiance. Grim determination to make the enemy pay. The sort of things we expect from the head of the army on the night thirteen soldiers and a baby have been slaughtered by a Muslim assassin. General George Casey showed no defiance, courage or resolve at all. He gave us a flower power hippy speech about what good first aiders his (surviving) troops were. Here is the news. George Casey is the class of officer who came to the fore in the American army during the Clinton years. The same class that can now expect high promotion under Barack Obama. They're good at "don't ask, don't tell." By which I mean they don't ask if Muslims infiltrating the American army are Jihadis, and they don't tell anyone if they know bloody well they are. This isn't diversity. Allowing your enemies to infiltrate your army and kill you. This is bollocksology. General George Casey is part of the problem of politically correct officers who wouldn't see an Al Qaeda assassin if the Al Qaeda assassin walked onto his base and shot dead thirteen soldiers and an unborn baby right in front of him. Which is what's just happened. General George Casey had nothing to be proud of on that night. Least of all the fact that on his watch, a Muslim Al Qaeda agent, and not a particularly clever or brave one, was permitted to infiltrate the American army, remain in the American army after declaring his support for Al Qaeda, and even advance to the rank of Major when it was known he had praised suicide bombers and was openly rooting for our enemies in the War On Terror. General George Casey had nothing to be proud of in view of the fact that on his watch a Muslim assassin could swan around an American army base wearing an Arab Kaftan, shouting Allah U Akbar, and murdering unarmed American soldiers at will.

3. Immediately after the attack, Sky News rushed to downplay the possibility that the blood bath at Fort Hood was an Islamic terrorist strike on America and the free world. At first Sky failed to report Hassan Malik's name at all. Then Sky managed to describe the massacre for long periods without once mentioning Islam, Al Qaeda or Muslims. The main stories on Sky in the days after the massacre included Celebrations Marking The Fall Of The Berlin Wall, and extended segments offering a platform to the mothers of British soldiers killed in Afghanistan. Needless to say the mothers featured on Sky were betraying their dead sons by expressing support for withdrawal from Afghanistan. Why would Sky do this? Remember Sky is owned by Rupert Murdoch who also owns the more pro American Fox News. But Sky behaves much differently from its American partner. Sky has in fact spent the past eight years trying to break the western will to continue the battle with Islamist terror. Why are Sky cheering for our enemies? Why would Sky downplay yet another Al Qaeda Muslim murderer getting his jollies by slaughtering Americans? Here's why. Sky is owned by Murdoch alright. But Sky's main revenue stream comes from sponsorship by Qatar Airways. Qatar Airways is the airline owned by the Qatari royal family. The Qatari royal family also own the Islamic Nazi channel Al Jazeera. You couldn't make this stuff up. Sky will never tell the truth about the threat to freedom now emanating from the Muslim world because as far as Sky is concerned the only thing emanating from the Muslim world is pay checques.

4. Immediately after the carnage, CNN and European news channels such as France24 all began pushing the notion that the murdering Muslim coward Hassan Malik was suffering post traumatic stress disorder caused by previous service in a war zone. Nothing to do with his Muslim upbringing, eh lads? It is strange that so many news channels could invent this erroneous explanation simultaneously. When it became clear that Hassan Malik had never been to a war zone, these news channels invented a new type of post traumatic stress disorder. They claimed that perhaps Hassan Malik had suffered post traumatic stress disorder in advance of being sent to a war zone. The politically correct posturing of CNN and France24 and other main stream news outlets, their vile attempts to exonerate Hassan Malik from the crimes he had just committed, have continued apace over the past three days.

5. Immediately after the blood letting, Evan Thomas, an editor at Newsweek, went on television to say the following: "I cringe that it's a Muslim. He's probably just a nutcase. This will get the right wingers going. I just cringe." Yeah Evan. Lotsa people were cringing after you spoke out. Nothing sacred, eh Evan? Not the lives of thirteen soldiers and one dead unborn child anyway. And certainly not the truth. The editor of Newsweek's unerring journalistic instincts tell him that Hassan Malik was a lone nutcase. Already we have emails from Hassan Malik to his Al Qaeda handlers. Already we know Hassan Malik committed his murders while shouting Allah U Akbar. Already we know the little Muslim bigot hated Israelis. There are clues there somewhere Evan. You gotta read between the bigotries. Newsweek is of course the failing magazine that published false stories about Qurans being flushed down the toilet at Guantanamo Bay prison and thereby gave our enemies new inspiration for their murders and psychopathy. Good old Newsweek. I wonder where they're getting their revenues. Because it certainly isn't from their readership. Yeah, there was actually a real scandal at Guantanamo involving Qurans which Newsweek missed. The scandal was that we let Muslim Nazis have copies of their Mein Kampf Qurans and associate with each other freely while planning their next atrocities, scheduled to be instigated as soon as Barack Obama got elected and released them.

6. Immediately after the murders, the FBI released a statement saying "terrorism is not suspected."

7. Immediately after the slaughter Geraldo Rivera on Fox News warned against people blaming Muslims and their peaceloving religion for the murders.

8. Immediately after the carnage, CNN reported thusly from a hospital: "The hospital says all the victims will survive." Really CNN? Including the fourteen dead ones?

9. Immediately after the mayhem, all American, British and European news channels went onto politically correct automatic pilot. Nearly no mentions of Muslims or terrorism. With one exception. Only our enemies at the anti American news station run on behalf of the resovietising President Vladimir Putin, Russia Today, only they told the truth. Within moments of the news breaking, Russia Today had stated clearly: "The main likelihood is that this is an Islamic terrorist attack. The FBI have broken up several such attacks in the planning stages recently. Al Qaeda is known to have been very eager to strike at American soldiers in the United States itself." On the night of this latest Islamist savagery, only Russia Today told us the truth. It took our sworn enemies in Russia to put the rest of the media world to shame.

10. Finally earlier this afternoon, word came through that Hassan Malik had recovered consciousness in hospital and was talking. Now the real obscenity starts. We're going to hear an Islamist murderer putting the men he murdered and their country on trial. And we're going to pay his legal bills. And we're going to allow his family to retain citizenship. And it's all starting to get just a little bit out of hand.

What happened at Fort Hood was murder.
But the real crime is what happened after.

special guest blogger Divyavibha Sharma

to you, who is exempt from death
I think always
of the power that made me
say the last no I said to you.
of the courage sudden and born in me
to push those words out.
I think always,
of how it would be,
if we stayed close enough to touch
but not kiss,
to discover what we loved
and hated before we separated.
I wish in the whiteness of your room,
I found a space next to you,
just by your side
to see the world
the way you saw it.
I wish we could be people who loved
instead of trying to be the ones
in love
I wish we helped each other
as much as we help those around us.
what is it about us that makes us, us?

the monica leech laugh in

Ian O'Doherty falsely asserted in the Irish Independent that the Catholic church is a paedophile ring.
In so doing he libelled, callumniated and trahaised millions of people, including those of our forefathers who passed on to us a free nation, rich in culture, ideas, free speech, faith and tradition.
A country that didn't owe the world billions of dollars and wasn't facing penury through the excesses of a single selfish generation.
In just twenty years Independent Newspapers has been to the fore in deculturing our country, cossetting the political elites who have spent us into the gutter, and blatently advancing the sex, drugs and hedonism ethos which has so explicitly mired us in the violent society.
Now the country is facing penury due to the excesses of a single selfish generation, a generation Independent Newspapers has encouraged to stand in judgement on the Catholic church through a barrage of lies such as the one propagated by Ian O'Doherty.
In this time Independent Newspapers has used sex abuse cases as a tool in its mission to destroy the church, focussing on the tiny minority of cases which involved clerical or religious people, and all but ignoring the vast majority of cases, the veritable explosion of child abuse in our midst, which do not involve believers of any hue.
Ian O'Doherty's egregiously foul statement is just the most casual example of what has been an ongoing church persecution at the hands of Independent Newspapers.
There has been not a penny in libel paid out by Ian O'Doherty for the shameful lie he attempted to propagate about the Catholic church in the pages of the Irish Independent.

Monica Leech got paid several hundred thousand quid by a Fianna Fail government Minister allegedly to do some work for him.
The money was taken from the public coffers.
That is to say it was taken from you and me.
When Independent Newspapers wrote about the circumstances in which Monica Leech received this money, and the behaviour of Monica Leech and the Minister who paid her, Monica Leech took a court action.
Monica Leech was awarded 1.87 million quid in a libel trial presided over by the grandson of the founder of Fianna Fail.

Clearly something is wrong here.

a fist full of dolers

Evening at the Chateau de Healy.
I am watching A Fist Full Of Dollars on the box with Serafina.
The first spaghetti western.
Fairly basic.
One great scene.
Clint Eastwood wanders into a small desert town.
A group of evil looking Mexicans sitting on a corral fence watch him balefully.
As Clint passes them, they laugh and jeer.
The Mexicans are John Fry current Chief Executive Officer of the Johnston Press, a former Chief Executive Officer of the Johnston Press whose name I can't remember, a former Managing Director of the Leinster Leader called Lord Quinn, and a baldy little bollix called John Whelan who was once editor of the Leinster Leader for about five minutes and whose name was on the firing letter to me.
Except for a single sidelong glance of contempt, Clint ignores the Mexicans and walks up the street to the funeral parlour where a wizened old man is working.
Clint says: "Get three coffins ready."
Then he walks back to the Mexicans.
They are still laughing and jeering.
As Clint stands in front of them, they fall momentarily silent.
"We've had a slight misunderstanding here," says Clint. "But if you apologise I don't think there's going to be any problem."
The Mexicans stare.
John Fry says: "You teenk we are going to apologise to you gringo?"
Clint says: "No. Not me. I understand. It's my hamster. She doesn't get the joke. If it was just me, there would be no problem. I understand all about your need to fire people, and steal pensions, and deliberately mislay travelling expenses, and tap into people's email, and bug phones. But my hamster doesn't understand these things as well as I do. So if you'll just apologise to my hamster, nicely and politely, I reckon I can let by gones be by gones, and be on my way. If you apologise to my hamster I think I can maybe just let you off with a warning."
Hammy peers expectantly out from Clint's sleeve.
John Fry says: "I ain't gonna apologise to no steenking hamster."
The Mexicans start to laugh once more.
Long and loud and hearty.
Clint says with sudden iron in his voice: "I really think you should apologise to the hamster."
The Johnston Press Mexicans fall silent.
Suddenly as one, they all go for their guns.
Clint does likewise.
There is a cacophony of shots.
When the dust clears the Mexicans are lying splayed, splattered and spreadeagled over the corral fence in various fascinating states of death.
Clint strolls back up the street.
He passes the funeral parlour owner who is standing open mouthed in the doorway of his shop.
"Sorry," says Clint. "Four coffins."

Monday, November 09, 2009

the secret of my success

It's been going on all week.
On Monday I met up with The Perfect Fit.
We coffeed merrily for an hour.
When I went to kiss her goodbye, she seemed to hesitate for a moment.
It didn't stop me.
But I was nonplussed.
On Tuesday I rendezvoused with Goldener Oktober.
No kissing to be expected there.
Adoration from afar.
Nice and formal.
But by gadrey.
She was definitely keeping a measured distance.
On Wednesday it was Sofia Loren.
All southern Italian energy and charge and sensuality unless I'm imagining things.
Last week she fair kissed me into the end zone.
This week not a whit.
Bloody hell.
Once an accident.
Twice misfortune.
But three in a row?
Something's going on.
On Thursday it was the Ikon.
Well she's married.
I wouldn't be expecting too much.
I got nothing.
Friday, The Onion.
The Onion surely.
The Onion would never let me down.
After all these years.
She let me down alright.
As we were saying goodnight, I leaned forward.
I thought I saw horror in her eyes as she murmured: "See you next week," and hurried away through the rainswept streets.
I wandered Dublin.
Haunted and desolate.
Not the city.
I was the haunted and desolate one.
If you had seen me in these moments gentle travellers of the internet, you would have thought me a ragged cast out figure, tormented by unknown demons.
Looking very much like the Hyde side of Doctor Jekyll.
Back home I sat into the front room alone with my thoughts, my sheepdog and my hamster.
The door opened a crack.
My sister in law Jackie peered in.
"James," she cried with strange high enthusiasm. "Will you for God's sake cut down on the garlic!"


air borne insects hum
homeward go they homeless
and propose this street lamp or that car light
as the all important centre of the universe
purposeless they try again
to divine transcendent purpose
the light that animates their bodies
shines from the centre of the universe

a rooskie in dublin

By Irina Kuksova


Most people think young artists go to Fine Art Schools to learn how to draw. Well. According to my teacher, students' art-goal is self-expression. We – students – are supposed to "free ourselves from the limitations of the tradition and express ourselves in whichever medium we desire". Does that sound like live figure drawing, anatomy and color theory study to you? ("No" is the correct answer. If you want to study those, you can do it in your spare time. Don't bore your professors with that.)

Now, think about it – what is "self-expression"? Ok, I did the homework for you, here is a definition from a dictionary: Self-expression = expression of one's own personality, feelings, or ideas, as through speech or art. Easy enough? Not quite. Whenever I brought in an artwork which – to my mind – "expressed my personality, feelings and ideas", it would be dismissed with a shrug. "You're too square, Irina. Your Russian discipline shows through your paintings. You should really relax". In those days I used to take any "relaxation" in any piece of art for sloppiness or lack of technical skill. In addition to that, "free self-expression" which I had a chance to witness during the school years brought me to a conclusion that some selves should not be expressed at all. Half way through the course I learned how to paint "self-expression" paintings, just to keep my teachers happy. Not that my "squareness" was gone. I just stopped expressing it.

My style has indeed "relaxed" considerably since Fine Art Academy days, but this was simply a reflection of the changes in my character. Those were NOT brought about by any art school professor, but by seeing more and doing more.

So next time when you're thinking "I'd like to paint, but I never went to an art school", think again. Think about people like me who'd say – thank god you didn't! Maybe all you need is an enlightening book or a walk in a park, some quiet time on your own to allow you to relax and truly express yourself. That's one thing you can figure out on your own. Thank God.

the monica leech laugh in

The Irish government is going to have to cancel its bail out of Allied Irish Banks and the Bank Of Ireland.
Executives at both of these collapsed banks have continued to pay themselves million dollar salaries and silly money bonuses in spite of the non existence of profits at these entities.
Previous billion dollar profits over the past twenty years were achieved using accountancy tricks.
In addition Allied Irish Banks is now defying the government by insisting on making its own decision as to who is appointed its new Chairman.
Time to tell em to go fish Prime Minister.
Do you hear me?
Don't make me come round there and smack you.
Yeah I'm talking to you.
Prime Minister Corrupt Fianna Fail Douchebag, it's time to cancel the access you have given Allied Irish Banks and Bank Of Ireland to public money.
It's time to end the lien on the future of this country that you have accorded to invidiously corrupt financial institutions.
Do it you collossal Paddy Whack.
And remember.
You don't even possess the billions in public money you are throwing at the banks.
You are borrowing these billions and saddling the populace with the bank's debts.
Prime Minister I order you to cease using my money and the money of all other Irish citizens to bankroll your friends in the corrupt banking industry.
You may of course choose to provide guarantees to ordinary depositors at these collapsed banks.
That is you may guarantee the deposits of people who are not billion dollar bankruptee property developers or bank officials and bank employees, ie your friends.
But the banks themselves must be let go down.
I gotta tell you Prime Minister.
In my opinion they're already gone.

ghosts in the machine

They materialise like ghosts out of the ether.
All across the internet.
I've been finding them.
On business forums and chat sites.
Comments left by individuals advising people to buy Johnston Press shares.
Usually anonymous.
Possibly the commentors are ashamed.
The comments say things like: "This share is undervalued." "This company is sound. My wife works for them." "Johnston Press already weathered a recession in the 1980's. They'll come through this one as well." "The company has gotten rid of some people and is well set for recovery."
Gotten rid of some people?
So clinical.
Worthy of the Mafia.
Let me try to retain my equilibrium for a moment.
But some of the comments are not anonymous.
They bear names like The Jock, or Moneybags.
The next best thing to anonymous.
None of the commentors are readily identifiable.
It's most strange.
Let me tell you what those comments are.
Those comments are a share support operation by the Johnston Press.
If you heed them, you will lose all your money.
The Johnston Press is attempting to prop up its share price.
Let em do it on their own dime.


Memo to John Fry Chief Executive Officer of the Johnston Press: What did you do with my pension you evil c---.

Sunday, November 08, 2009

allow me to recommend

Going to Rome? The mighty Heelers recommends you stay at the Ten-Have Family Bed & Breakfast, centrally located at 36 Via Squarcia Lupo near the Piazza Bologna. The establishment is run by a Dutch family. English, Italian and Dutch are spoken. Proprietress Christina provides a warm welcome for newcomers to Rome and veteran travellers alike. The B&B is close to the Piazza Bologna tube stop and within easy reach of the Collosseum, Saint Peter's, the Trevi Fountain and all the sights. Affordable rates, comfortable rooms, excellent food and personal attention second to none. You can contact Christina on her home number at (0039) 06 44244984 or by mobile phone (0039) 338 7575088. When you get there be sure to ask her about her experiences among the Italian and British film star jet set during the halcyon days of the 1960's.
(Photo: Witch and the Collosseum.)

all the gold in the world


another fabulous week at the irish times

The past seven days have presented us with perhaps the most magnificent period of malign incompetence in the whole 150 year history of the Irish Times.
And that's saying something.

On Day One: The Irish Times reported that the recession was over. In a pro Obama propaganda piece, masquerading as reportage, the paper claimed new economic indicators showed the American downturn was lifting. The recession had come to an end alleged the geniuses of the Irish Times. Finished. Kaputt. Roll on the broad sunlit uplands. This most arrant falsehood was presented on the newspaper's cover. The Irish Times claimed that recently released statistics proved President Barack Obama had succcessfully ended the recession through his massive billion dollar bailouts to banks and car companies. The statistics quoted were in fact merely representative of the effect on a corrupt bank's balance sheet of a hundred billion dollars of free money. This Irish Times attempt to cheerlead Obama out of the recession was mired in its own cretinism almost immediately as unemployment levels across America and the free world continued to sky rocket. Unemployment this week went above ten percent in America. France and Italy both claim something around seven percent. I gotta tell you folks. I know lots of Italians. None of em have jobs in Italy. My assessment is that the real unemployment figure in Italy is closer to twenty percent. I wonder how many other countries are arrantly falsifying their unemployment rates. Memo to the Irish Times: Er, planet earth calling socialists, are you sure the recession is over?

On Day Two: The Irish Times published a cartoon by Martin Turner unfairly callumniating the British Prime Minister Gordon Brown and the American President Barack Obama as being responsible for the continuance of bloodshed in Afghanistan. Ah yes. If only the Brits and the Yanks would leave Afghanistan, that country could once more be a beacon of prosperous progressive Taliban Al Qaeda civilisation. Brilliant insight there by the Irish Times. Such an astonishingly vile piece of Islamist propaganda in the pages of the Irish Times did not come as a surprise to me. Several years ago Martin Turner's major claim to fame was that he had called for the Bible to be banned.

On Day Three: The Irish Times published a photograph of the newly elected governor of New Jersey. The man is a Republican. The Irish Times deliberately published a photo of him designed to make him look paraplegic. It is the singlemost offensive thing I have encountered in thirty years of both monitoring and causing offence. The new Republican governor is a true hero who has defied the Mafia and secured convictions in over a hundred anti corruption cases that he has prosecuted. His main crime, as far as the Irish Times is concerned, is that he has beaten Barack Obama's candidate in a State that was considered unwinnable for Republicans due to the Mafia's gerrymandering of the electoral rolls in favour of Barack Obama. The dead vote in New Jersey. As do non existent members of ethnic minorities. As do dead non existent members of ethnic minorities. But the new Republican governor was elected on a landslide of popular support as ordinary people defied the Mafia hijackers who have so often in the past manipulated their State into the Democratic Party camp. And the Irish Times punishment for the victorious Republican governor of New Jersey, their punishment for a man who dared to show Barack Obama no longer has broad popular support, their contemptible, crass and malign punishment was to print a picture of him looking handicapped. The photo shows his tongue lolling out. The camera angle is tilted upwards so as to ridiculously exaggerate the new Governor's chin. There is a purple stain visible on the Governor's tongue which looks as though it has been highlighted using a photoshop computer programme. His eyes are wide and protuberant. I gotta tell you folks. I watched the Governor speaking on the night this photo was taken. The photographer had clearly worked miracles to produce such a false and unrepresentative image of him. Could I be wrong about this? Clearly the photo is of the Governor. But equally clearly it has been manipulated to make him look retarded. If I am wrong, perhaps the Irish Times would care to explain why they published it.

On Day Four: The Irish Times published an article by a certain Kathy Sheridan. Kathy Sheridan up until recently was billed as The Irish Times Journalist Of The Year. The Irish Times stopped giving her this billing after I pointed out that she had said on national television that she thought it was a shame Sean Fitzpatrick should suffer amid the present banking scandals in Ireland, because she knew Sean Fitzpatrick and considered Sean Fitzpatrick a decent man. Sean Fitzpatrick was the chief of Anglo Irish Bank responsible for fraudulently concealing that bank's collapse with the aid of corrupt billion dollar transfers from the corrupt Irish Life And Permanent company whose Board chief is Gillian Bowler. These people and their board members should all be in jail. But I digress. Anglo Irish Bank is still in business because our corrupt kleptocratic Fianna Fail government compelled the Irish people to buy the bank as it collapsed. It was not a sound purchase. Anglo Irish Bank is a midden heap of corruption. There's nothing there to buy. Fianna Fail are bankrupting the country for a lost cause. Bailing out their friends in the banks. But I digress again. Kathy Sheridan, now no longer the Irish Times Journalist Of The Year, was this week reviewing the launch of four books. The books were launched jointly because each focusses on matters relating to the collapse of the Irish economy. The Irish economy has collapsed by the way. Some are still insulated from the collapse. State Sector employees, teachers, nurses, police, soldiers, and bus drivers, all those who marched in Dublin this week in protest at any potential cutbacks in their salaries, those same people are the only ones who are not in recession. They still have the same money they always had. Fianna Fail is still borrowing money and miring the country ever deeper in debt in order to pay their vastly inflated wages. The rest of the country already knows we're in a state of collapse. But I digress yet again, and for the last time. Kathy Sheridan begins her review of the four joint book launches by saying that she found it strange such a big crowd had turned up as none of the books has been written by a celebrity. This was not good journalism by the Irish Times former Journalist Of The Year. One of the books was written by Shane Ross, who is a Senator as well as being business editor with the horrendous anti Catholic Sunday Independent, as well as being a regular guest and presenter on Irish national television. In the Irish sense of the word, Shane Ross is indubitably a celebrity. Odious. Tony O'Reilly worshipping. But still a celebrity. Another of the books was written by Fintan O'Toole. Fintan O'Toole has for thirty years made a living as an oleaginous Marxian champagne socialist feature writer with the horrendous anti Catholic Irish Times as well as presenting programmes on national television, as well as writing the occasional unreadable book, as well as working with the Abbey Theatre as some sort of moral gauleiter to prevent that hugely subsidised and unwatchable theatre company from ever inadvertently saying anything even remotely favourable about Christianity. Fintan O'Toole, may God forgive me, is also most assuredly what passes for a celebrity in Ireland. The other two writers who were launching books on the night were equally entitled to the epithet celebrities. But I couldn't be arsed enumerating their low rent claims to fame. So a good start by Kathy Sheridan. She says the books were written by four non celebrities when in fact they were written by four celebrities. I mean, how wrong can you be? Now here's the rub. Kathy Sheridan reports that Fintan O'Toole stated on the night of the launch that the Irish Time had not been remiss in failing to properly critique the banks and property companies. She reports straight faced Fintan O'Toole's boorish lie that the Irish Times had actually printed articles warning about the dangers of the property boom. Ah Fintan it is a lie. It's so utterly unrepresentative of what the Irish Times did during the supposed boom years, that it amounts to a most invidious lie. As does the pretence by Mr Shane Ross that he and his newspaper are not up to their necks in the speculative rubbish that led Irish people to believe our economy was soundly run. Here is the news. Both the Irish Times and Independent Newspapers made millions from the property speculators, and auctioneers and banks and politicians and Health Boards who placed ads in the pages of their business sections. Both the Irish Times and Independent Newspapers were incapable of telling Irish people that the integrity of the banks in particular and the integrity of Stock Exchange companies generally had been completely shattered by the practice among board members and chief executives at Banks and Stock Exchange companies of giving themselves huge salaries, in effect free money, in effect a life time's wages annually, in effect for doing no work, as they were declaring profits based on accountancy tricks and awarding themselves stratospheric bonuses every time a deal went through, thereby giving themselves massive bonuses for doing a job they were already being excessively remunerated to do, and neither the Irish Times nor Independent Newspapers ever so much as hinted at this simply because both the Irish Times and Independent Newspapers were cleaning up on advertising from these loutish criminal banking Stock Exchange company miscreants. Both the Irish Times and Independent Newspapers played a key role in convincing Irish people that our country was a "Celtic Tiger." They did this ten years ago at precisely the same time I was writing in the Leinster Leader attempting to warn the people of Ireland that Irish economic prosperity was built on a myth, that our employment was excessively concentrated in the overpaid trade unionised State Sector, and that the entire Celtic Tiger concept was worse than a myth or a lie, that it was a nonsense. Even though Mick Sneeran censored my more telling indictments of the banks and the stock exchange companies and the borrowing prone corrupt kleptocratic Fianna Fail government, even so, the cat was out of the bag. There was no Celtic Tiger. If a poet writing for the then okay but now abysmal Johnston Press owned Leinster Leader knew it, why there was no possible excuse for anyone else making a living in financial journalism not to know it. They all knew. None of em said it, that's all. Because the banks and stock exchange companies had bought em all off with advertising. Our national debt was going through the roof, while cops and nursies extorted silly money wages from bent politicians. I wrote this at the time. I wrote this in the silly little now defunct Leinster Leader. When I did, Fianna Fail immediately released figures suggesting the national debt was in fact falling. This silenced me at first. There was no way I could refute those figures. It was a few years later before it emerged that Fianna Fail had paid down part of the national debt using money that had been earmarked for pensions. And now there was a black hole in our pension funds. By then Mick Sneeran had taken me off the financial column and given it to Henry Bauress to write. Henry, a decent fellow, socialistically inclined, not very insightful and with negligible intellect, had killed the thing deader than the dodo within a few months. Ah memories. You couldn't make it up. So here we are. The present day. Kathy Sheridan telling us what wonderful fellows her book writing colleagues are. Right up there with Sean Fitzpatrick no doubt. Let me this way put it. For Shane Ross or Fintan O'Toole or even the other two half baked celebrity twits whose names I couldn't be bothered remembering, for any of them to present themselves as analysts of our present malaise and then to seek to exonerate their own newspapers or media groups from blame, is to fly in the face of natural justice. They were all a part of what went wrong. They all profited from the lie that was the Celtic Tiger. Some of em were more than a little bit responsible for inventing the lie. And there are limits to my patience. Well done Kathy Sheridan. Keep up the good work. I fully expect the Irish Times to start a campaign to have you made Pope if you maintain your present success rate.

On Day Five: The Irish Times ran an article on Page One by its anti Catholic religious correspondent Patsy McGarry claiming a sex abuse report into the Catholic Church may take years. So that's the next phase of their persecution. Those who are using sex abuse as a tool in their efforts to annihilate the church now have a new strategy. They will keep announcing newer and ever more prolonged sex abuse enquiries relating to the Catholic church while holding no enquiries into the vast preponderance of sex abuse cases which do not involve the Catholic church. Ingenious, isn't it. They're all but ignoring the huge levels of sex abuse, murder and sacrifice to satan, currently taking place in our society. Currently. Right this moment. Funny that there's been no extended enquiries and media outrage into the violations by Doctors Michael Neary of hundreds of women on the operating table at Drogheda Hopital. No extended enquiries and media outrage into the abuse of young boys by Doctor Michael Shine at Drogheda Hospital. (On the odd occasions when it mentions these cases, Independent Newspapes always refers to Drogheda Hospital as Our Lady Of Lourdes Hospital. Think of the inuendo they can convey with the name. But of course for decades the hospital has been to all intents and purposes run by a secular Health Board.) No extended enquiries and media outrage about Nurse Mulholland's murders at Naas Hospital. No extended enquiries and media outrage into the twenty children believed to have been murdered in Health Board care over the past few years. Believed to have been murdered. The kids are dead anyway. But the Health Board is not to be held accountable for the behaviour of any of its employees. No need for public outrage there. Just a body count. No extended enquiries or public outrage into the dozens of people being found dead in the basements of poliice stations. Who cares about them? They're not a scandal. I'm alright Jack. But I'd advise you not to get detained by the Irish police force for any reason. And whatever the hell you do, don't go down the basement. Because sometimes you won't come back alive. We have lots of scandals in Ireland. But only a few of them are of interest to the Irish Times. The public outrage standard seems to be applied only when the abuser is a member of the church. Hoo boy. Tell me. Is outrage something that the Irish Times merely feigns in order to attack the Catholic Church? Of course it is.

Day Six: The Irish Times gave prominence on its World News page to an article by Lara Marlowe about the murders at Fort Hood. In a tissue of sublimest Islamist appeasement, Lara Marlowe disrespects the dead and exonerates the Al Qaeda Muslim murderer who killed them. She suggests Fox News had somehow behaved inappropriately by asking had the murderer been let into the military for reasons of political correctness. It's a reasonable question. Not really right wing conspiracy stuff surely. I didn't hear it asked on Fox and I have my doubts it was asked. In any case my opinion of Fox News is that generally speaking they were as anodyne and cautious as CNN on the night of the slaughter. I watched hours of Fox News coverage. There was no outrage expressed towards Muslims. There was no right wing stuff, much to my dismay. Marlowe's charge is unfair and untrue. You know folks we really needed some outrage on the night of the murders. We really need some now. The Muslims are playing the victim game and we're letting them away with it. Contrary to what Lara Marlowe says, we had Fox News presenting the murderer's family members live on air complaining that their boy had been bullied by the men he'd just murdered. Marlowe doesn't mention this piece of reportage at all. She does favour us with her own theory. She publishes suicide figures at Fort Hood over the past six years, deliberately implying that these may indicate a possible reason for the massacre. Now that's what I call an obscenity. Ah yes. Someone tell Lara Marlowe the difference between committing suicide and shooting thirteen people dead in cold blood. This was a Muslim attack on the free world. And it's time to send them home. Right wing enough for you Marlowe. You useless Nazi bitch.

On the seventh day: They rested.