intelligence briefing... the assassination of lech kaczynski the president of poland and one hundred members of poland's political establishment

Eyes Only.
Prime Minister Gordon Browne.
President Barack Obama.
Readers of The Heelers Diaries.

In view of the recent behaviour of Prime Minister Vladimir Putin (whom I normally refer to as President Putin because he is currently for all intents and purposes absolute master of Russia) we must view with particular concern the circumstances of the plane crash which killed the President of Poland, the First Lady of Poland, and a hundred other human beings, today.
Mr Putin has been resovietising Russia, in the sense that he is moving it steadily towards a posture of renewed enmity with the West.

Since the year 2000, elements of the Russian security apparatus have: (1) Attempted to poison the President of Ukraine. (2) Gerrymandered an election in Ukraine to return a Russian puppet as Head of State. (3) Invaded Georgia and detached two regions from it for effective incorporation into Russia. (4) Sponsored similar separatist breakaway regions in other countries, ie Transdniestria's bolt from Moldova and Azerbaijan's attempts to detach Nagorno Karabakh from Armenia. (5) Assassinated a leading critic of Mr Putin's in London using the Polonium 90 isotope as poison.

There have been other incidents of perceived enemies of Mr Putin, whether politicians, journalists or businessmen, in neighbouring countries and in Russia itself, being murdered.

We must conclude that there is a significant possibility that today's crash of the passenger jet which killed the President of Poland, his wife and one hundred other human beings was not an accident.
We must consider what I believe is the high likelihood that the whole ceremony at Katynn where Russian Prime Minister Putin was in a most improbable manner due to express regret for Stalin's murder of 22,000 Polish officers during World War Two, that this whole ceremony was proposed and then staged, merely to get the Polish President and senior Polish political and military figures, onto Russian soil together for assassination.
The Polish President Lech Kaczynski was a pro Western Europe, pro American, strongman figure, and a perceived enemy of Vladimir Putin's.
I repeat.
In these circumstances there is in my view a substantially high probability that the ceremony of atonement for Katynn attended by Prime Minister Putin, was a lure to bring the pro Western Polish President and upper echelons of Poland's pro Western political and military establishment, all together in the one spot, in this case an aeroplane, where they could be conveniently targeted by Russian assassins.
Be aware.
The downing of the jet amounts to the decapitation of an entire political class in Poland.
The pro Western strongman President of Poland, his advisers, his army chiefs, and his immediate entourage are all now dead.
The surviving Prime Minister of Poland Donald Tusk is a pro Russian leftist.
A communist by any other name would be a communist indeed.
This means that overnight, Poland has moved from being a firm friend of the West into the pro Russian, pro Putin camp.
If I am correct President Lech Kaczynski was the primary target.
If I am correct, Mr Putin and his security apparatus have murdered a hundred people just to get at one person.
And one country.
My analysis is that the downing of the aeroplane was an executive assassination of the President of Poland, with the real target of the assassination concealed amid the one hundred incidental murders of the other passengers on the plane.
But those murders weren't entirely incidental.
By wiping out Poland's pro Western elite, Mr Putin and his assassins might be said to have killed one hundred birds with one missile.
The plane crash which killed the President of Poland today was an assassination carried out by elements of the Russian security apparatus at the behest of Russian Prime Minister Vladimir Putin.
If I am correct Russia is in the hands of psychopaths.
You need to call a meeting of the United Nations Security Counsel tonight.
And you need to act.

the face on the shroud

 

aung san sukyi

a bird took flight from inye lake

her course lay west through the setting sun

over tangled fields and ancient streets

the ground beneath trembled as she passed

 

and soft it seems this royal night

that rich are we whose tears are shed

for she is free of inye lake

and tyranny is dead

the best among us

Yes it's the Heelers Awards.

The annual prize ceremony recognising the best in County Kildare.

 

 

1. Newbridge Silverware and the Cafe Des Beaux Parvenus. Because the parking is free. Everywhere else in Newbridge and Naas, customers are punished with ridiculous parking fines and disgraceful illegal clamping operations.

 

2. Alice's Restaurant, Naas. A cafe near Main Street where you can regularly hear the ancient Irish language spoken.

 

3. Al O'Donegans Electrical, Naas. Very courteous staff.

 

4. Bradburys Cafe, Newbridge. A sexy young one from the Video Store eats her lunch here.

 

5. Des Egan, poet, classicist. A living national treasure, master of the written word.

 

6. Josephine Hardiman, artist, calligrapher from Punchestown. A living national treasure, mistress of visual elegies.

 

7. Siobhan Patterson Murphy, Kilcullen. An actress of rare ability who has just given the performance of her life in a play that disgusted me.

 

8. Shane McGrath. Actor, singer, song writer, genius.

 

9. The Camphill Community, Kilcullen. Agricultural and crafts centred community where special needs and able bodied volunteers work together to celebrate life and learn from each other. I was there on Friday and got electrocuted while trying to climb into a hen pen to play with the chickens.

 

10. The Leinster Leader. Ha, ha. This one's a joke.

sherlock holmes and the parvenus of vomit

Sherlock Holmes looked at the craven guilt ridden figure sitting behind the Managers desk at the Johnston Press, owners of the Leinster Leader.
Inspector Lestrade stood with Watson to the rear of Holmes.
Watson wore a faint look of distaste on his normally good natured buffery face.
Lestrade was itching to put the handcuffs on.
"Just a moment Inspector," said Holmes grimly.
"Awright 'Olmes," murmured the Inspector.
Holmes stared down at the seated figure.
"One question has been troubling me," he said softly.
The seated one could not meet his gaze.
"Why did you fire Heelers?" rapped out Holmes. "I mean are you a bunch of complete gobshites or what?"
The seated figure spoke for the first time.
"Cor blimey," he said miserably.
Since no other answer was forthcoming, Holmes almost reluctantly signalled to Lestrade who stepped forward smartly with the handcuffs and led John Fry from the room.
Holmes and Watson were left alone.
"There's one question that's been troubling me too Holmes," said Watson.
"Fire ahead," nodded Holmes.
"Well what was the motivation of the Johnston Press for all the staff they let go?" wondered Watson. "I don't just mean Heelers. I mean all the ones after Heelers. The advertising staff who had brought in the only revenue the Leinster Leader was making. The printer who had been with the company for fifty years that they fired with a few hours notice. How could they have thought this was a sensible way to run a newspaper? How could they have thought they'd get away with it?"
Holmes stared from the window at the night sky of London.
His face was dark.
"Look at it from the Johnston Press point of view," he intoned slowly. "They had paid 138 million dollars for a newspaper that on a good day might generate a million a year. They had one choice. Wait a hundred and thirty eight years to make their investment back, or start firing people and hiring cheaper ones. You see Watson, this is what happens when you let non Christian people run big businesses. They take over companies they know nothing about, using money leant to them by atheistic idiot free masonic infiltrated banks who have themselves all just gone bust. And hell follows with them."

Motto: Being pro business or conservative should not mean allowing banks or stock exchange quoted companies or free masons to impoverish the citizenry. Being pro business means advocating a system whereby ordinary people are encouraged to set up businesses, are not forced to pay VAT, and are not constantly kicked on the shins with corporation tax and all sorts of restrictive regulations which drive them into penury. Anyone running a corner shop or a farm is the highest patriot in the land because they produce real goods, services, and employment for the community. We've got to start respecting the people who genuinely create wealth, social cohesion, opportunity and quality of life. Not the big money scruff whose sole speciality is the art of the deal that produces nothing. The core values of our culture are upheld by the small businessman. Remember Michael O'Leary. He was a corner shop manager. That's what he did before he turned Ryanair into the only airline on earth that's doing any business. It's cornershop values that can save our economies. Those people work for a living. (NB: I have never flown Ryaniar because they're rude.) We need to recognise the self reliant vision for our countries. We need to repudiate the bail outs of Anglo Irish Bank along with those of Allied Irish Bank and Bank Of Ireland. Ordinary people should not be compelled to pay the gambling losses of endemically corrupted corporations. No banker or stock exchange company chief should be paid more than ten grand a year. They've gone bust. Small business people will tell you, when the business isn't generating money, the boss doesn't draw a salary. So being pro business or conservative doesn't mean caving in to these corporate con artists of the financial sector and the stock exchange. Similarly being socialist should not mean caving in to extortionate trade unions in extracting pay rises for nursies, teachers, cops and uncivil servants, pay rises that threaten the entire economy as has happened in Ireland and Italy, pay rises that are obtained at the expense of everyone in the country who doesn't happen to work for the State. Honorable socialists and honorable conservatives, ie those who are willing to give something for their countries rather than kleptocratise them, need to start going to church, then get together and find out what the hell it is we have in common. There is no other hope.

battle beneath the planet of the archbishops

Archbishop Diarmuid Martin's coup d'etat within the Irish Catholic Church has not gone entirely according to plan.
To date most of the Bishops he targeted for humiliation and eviction from office, are still in place.
The mild mannered Cardinal Sean Brady whom he likewise vengefully targeted for destruction, is also still in place, and showing what Archy must think is a most unexpected steeliness, courage and resolve.
The faithful, ordinary Catholics all over Ireland, are also still in place, not boycotting the Catholic Church or the sacaraments or the collection plate, as urged to do by Archy's media allies, pious hypocrite John Cooney of the Irish Independent and the self professed atheist Patsy McGarry of the Irish Times.
The faithful indeed are no longer so impressed to see The Irish Times and Independent Newspapers and RTE, all famously anti Catholic organisations, engaged in near continuous euologies to Archbishop Diarmuid Martin.
And the general public, Catholics and non Catholics alike, are no longer so impressed to see the same four sex abuse victims continually paraded across newspaper columns and television screens calling for the complete banning of the Catholic Church while endorsing Archbishop Diarmuid Martin as the only man who really understands them.
The war has bogged down.
The liberal media are looking to break the stalemate with new investigations from anti Catholic members of Ireland's overpaid unregulated Judiciary, feminists like Judge Yvonne Murphy, or property owners like Judge Coughlan whose premises in Naas house a drug dealer's shop, and others of their ilk, whose sole contribution to Ireland has been to allow murderers and crime gangs to terrorise the general populace and run our towns as personal fiefdoms.
But I digress.
The war has bogged down.
The Catholic Church has not evaporated as its atheistic enemies hoped.
Nor has the Catholic Church allowed the usurping liberal Archbishop Diarmuid Martin to subsume it to himself.
The media maintains its propaganda.
But it is joyless now.
They know they're out in the open.
Haemhorraging readers.
Right where we can all see them.
The Irish Times lost a hundred million quid last year.
That's after they'd played every accountancy trick in the book to conceal their real losses.
Independent Newspapers currently owes its creditors billions of dollars.
They know a few accountancy tricks too.
But the tricks ain't working anymore.
The media groups of the Republic of Ireland are sinking beneath the waves, the clapped out hedonists of Independent Newspapers, and the sad eyed occasionally sincere hate filled marxists of the Irish Times, sinking beneath the waves giggling anti Catholic platitudes as the waters close over them forever.
Not so much rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic.
More insisting that the deck chairs stay in exactly the same place as they go down.
Goodbye Irish Times.
Goodbye Independent Newspapers.
And still you can hear the last whispers of their propaganda.
Their last paeans in service of satan as they die.
The great Patsy McGarry last week quoted one supposed sex abuse victim who said the Catholic Church was a Nazi organisation and must be expelled from the country.
Patsy McGarry of course failed to point out that the Nazis themselves had expressly sought to eliminate the Catholic Church in just the same way and using just the same tactics as this supposed sex abuse victim.
Patsy McGarry doesn't get involved in speaking anything so arcane as the truth.
Goodbye Patsy McGarry goodbye.
Let me know if it's warm down there.
The media groups are finished.
And the people of Ireland are starting to figure out what's been going on.
For Archbishop Diarmuid Martin it must be an intensely frustrating time.
The power vested in him by Independent Newspapers, The Irish Times, and RTE has proved to be of no avail.
Their counsels were maxims of straw.
What profiteth an Archbishop if he seeks to hijack a church through a diabolical alliance with atheistic liberals and then loses his immortal Archbishop's palace.
Well you know what I mean.
Why it's almost like the wheels are coming off the wagon.
Goodbye Archy goodbye.
You have hung around to long for any good you have been doing.
In the name of God, go.

revenge of the little tin gods

The phone call came close to midnight.

The Mammy fielded the call.

Someone purporting to be a son of a recently deceased high ranking Civil Servant was on the phone complaining about an obituary I had written for his supposed father.

The dead Civil Servant was one Paraic McKernan.

There was no way of being sure this was genuinely one of his sons.

My obituary had not followed the slavish press release style adulation featured in The Irish Times and Independent Newspapers.

I had noted that McKernan was at various times Irish ambassador to France, ambassador to America and ambassador to the United Nations.

I noted that he had held a grandiosely titled position in the Civil Service to wit Secretary General of the Department of Foreign Affairs.

I noted that he had been buried in a humanist ceremony which I suggested was a delusional name for an atheistic ceremony.

And I pointed out that for all the years he had represented us, he hadn't really been that representative of us.

Atheism is still very much a minority sport among Irish people.

I also pointed out that the first time most of us had heard of Paraic McKernan was when he died.

I suggested that Civil Servants like McKernan were ruling Ireland from the shadows, holding powerful sinecures for life while elected politicians came and went.

All this was done with my customary light touch, gentle tact and ineffable diplomacy.

Now somebody purporting to be a son of McKernan's had rung my house at midnight and was berating my 82 year old mother over the phone.

My phone number is not listed in any directory.

It is interesting to speculate how the midnight caller obtained it.

The person purporting to be a son of McKernan's was still holding forth to my mother.

I signalled to her to hang up.

She did so.

Afterwards I checked my mobile phone and there was a voicemail message on it from someone similarly claming to be a son of Paraic McKernan.

The next day I met up with Uncle Scutch for advice.

I explained the situation.

He asked how I felt about the calls.

I said: "It's a bit like the sons of the privileged looking down on the peasantry. You know the super rich and their feeling of entitlement. They had all these lovely reviews in The Irish Times and Independent Newspapers and they just can't bear the fact that anyone might be free to dissent. I can imagine them in childhood: Buy me a horse Daddy. Bring us to the Bahamas Daddy. Oh and Daddy. Control the internet Daddy. Don't let them say what they like about you Daddy. We're more important than they are, aren't we Daddy?"

Uncle Scutch nodded and agreed that it did seem a bit like that.

"So what should I do?" I asked.

"F--k the McKernans," said Uncle Scutch.

the moronica leech libel in

What do you do with an elephant with three balls?

You walk him to First, and pitch to the rhino.

the count de tailface

 

young healy in london

the theatrical succession

years flung away

ham actors chewing up the stage

in their anodyne atheistic little play

stand now as one

with those who hammed

in shakespeare's day

and there's something very fine and very old and very grand

in this damp tacky theatre off clubland

the poetry is in the pity

Sitting in a cafe in Ballyfin, a small west of Ireland town.
A local priest called Father Frinton is at a corner table.
There is an attractive twenty something girl with him.
My face is a study.
Briefly I address the creator of the universe.
"Are you trying to be funny God?" I enquire through gritted teeth. "Even the Padre is having better luck with women than I do."

the monica leech vomit in

Tony O'Reilly, proprietor of Independent Newspapers, died and approached the gates of paradise.
He was wearing his old school tie and had a brace of newly made up rugby stories ready to entertain the heavenly host.
He looked through the gates and saw Saint Peter and the angels falling about the place laughing.
"What's so funny?" asked O'Reilly.
Saint Peter controlled himself with effort.
"Nothing," he chortled. "It's just we're a bit surprised you actually thought you might be coming in here."

obitcheries

My only positive memory of newly deceased punk rock exploitation guru Malcolm McLaren is of a time when he was guest panelist on some unwatchable British music programme.
As part of the panel he had to give his opinion of young up and coming entertainers.
A video by a teenage pop group styling themselves Supergrass had just been played.
When the music finished Malcolm McLaren shook his head with strange high disdain.
"We used to beat up kids like that," he murmured sadly.

sherlock holmes and the boulders of bollocks

Sherlock Holmes and Watson picked their way along the twisting rock strewn trail.
On either side of them the sheer sides of the valley formed an unscaleable wall.
Abruptly a rumbling sound issued from above.
"Boulders Holmes," shouted Watson warningly.
"There's no need to take that tone," said Holmes a bit miffed. "All I was saying was that Judge Balthasar Garzon has been using the Spanish courts to pursue his own communist agendas. In recent years he has issued frivolous indictments against a series of political figures whose policies he personally opposed. First he went after Augusto Pinochet who in the 1970s and 1980s had defeated a communist insurgency in Chile. His attempt to extradite Pinochet from Britain to Spain during a State visit was a thundering disgrace. It was in fact nothing less than a blatent hijacking of the entire European legal system. In truth Pinochet's defence of Chilean independence against a communist insurgency was far less violent and infinitely less murderous than the domestic policies of any African or Asian dictator of the last fifty years you care to name. Pinochet's commitment to democracy was more real than any African or Asian despot's. Remember Pinochet actually stood aside and allowed democratic elections to take place in Chile having been given an express guarantee by various political rivals that there would be no attempts to incriminate him in his old age. None of the great communist freedom fighters of Africa and Asia ever could quite bring themselves to do the same. But Pinochet did it. And Alberto Fujimori did it in Peru. And both of them ended up on trial as senior citizens facing charges from creeping leftist usurpers of democracy who had themselves spent the 1980's trying to hand their countries over to Soviet Russia. Africa and Asia never produced a leader like Pinochet or Fujimori. The Africans and Asians got saddled with real deal Soviet backed dictators. Hoo baby. The Mugabes and the Gadaffis, the Al Bashirs and the Mobuto Sese Sekos (someday all dictators will be made this way) all hang in there to the end. They never make way for democracy. Not under any circumstances. So the little Spanish communist Judge Garzon went after Pinochet purely to advance a personalised trivial provincial left wing agenda. Then he went after the Italian Prime Minister Sylvio Berlusconi, for exactly the same reasons. And because his pursuit of Berlusconi was a little bit too invidious even for the Spanish, he sought to cover himself by issuing an indictment for Osama Bin Laden. There's a villain we can all agree on. Except for Michael Moore and the Democratic Party of the United States of course. They still think the Jews and President Bush bombed the twin towers. The attempted Bin Laden indictment could never have been fulfilled. It was a bluff all along. A pequeno Spanish pass defence. To distract public attention from the fact that Judge Garzon was trying to bring down the Prime Minister of a neighbouring country and was feeling a bit embarassed about this meddling in a neighbour's politics blowing up in his face. The Berlusconi debacle didn't stop him though. Last year he issued serial indictments against 37 members of Spain's conservative party El Partido Popolar. It was virtually a coup d'etat by a lone Spanish commie. He nearly got away with it too. But finally Judge Garzon bit off more than he could chew, by endeavouring to put the fifty percent of the Spanish people who supported General Franco during the 1936 Civil War, on trial for war crimes. He began issuing indictments to investigate atrocities committed by the Franco side. That's half the population of Spain on trial right there. The bould man Baltasar! No mention of the communists nailing priests and nuns to the doors of Spanish churches during that same Civil War. Judge Baltasar Garzon holds with the Anthony Beevor analysis of Spanish Communist atrocities. To wit: There were only about 5000 priests and nuns crucified in this way. Hardly worth worrying about. Quaint, no. Judge Garzon wanted to put the winning side in the Spanish Civil War on trial for winning. The Spanish people, lefties and righties, weren't having that. Because such a trial would have meant ending Spanish democracy and reigniting the Spanish Civil War. It's interesting to note that General Franco never entered World War Two even though the British were historic enemies of Spain and looked to be on their uppers. General Franco stayed out of the war even when Hitler appeared to have won it. And in the Civil War, General Franco defeated the Stalinist backed communist murderers who are today lauded by the likes of Judge Garzon as some class of democracy loving freedom fighters. With guns and tanks and planes supplied by Joe Stalin. Some freedom. Some democracy. It was General Franco who kept Spain from being swallowed up by communist Russia. It was General Franco who kept Spain from enduring fifty years of black communist night as happened in Hungary, Poland, Lithuania, Czechoslovakia and all the others. It was General Franco who even in victory never let the communists brutalise Spanish society into a fascist dictatorship like Germany's. That's where fascism came from by the way Watson. When communists tried to shoot their way to power in European countries with Stalins provisions and weapons and atheistic ideology, they gave birth to a societal dynamic which meant only the most ruthless and in most cases the most murderous could wield power. In Germany the communist power grab gave birth to Hitler. In Italy it gave birth to Mussolini who was more moderate than Hitler anyway. I hold with Churchill's assessment of Mussolini, Watson: But for one wrong decision he would have been remembered as the lawgiver of Italy. Anyway, Franco defeated communism without ever becoming a barbarian like the other two. Judge Garzon's attempts to rewrite Spanish history, his attempts to overturn an explicit underwritten guarantee in the Spanish constitution that there would be no retrospective or selective apportionment of guilt for Civil War atrocities, his attempts to once more use the entire legal system as the promulgator of his own political ambitions, all these frivolous hijackings of jurisprudence, have now resulted in Judge Garzon himself facing charges. It was about f--king time."
"No, no, no," roared Watson. "I mean the boulders are falling on us."
"Sedimentary my dear Watson," replied Holmes unperturbed.
Moments later both were buried in the avalanche.

Moral: Don't talk. Run.

jihadis tramps and thieves

A Qatari diplomat in the United States has just attempted to down a jet liner full of people on a flight out of Washington by setting fire to explosives in his shoes.
Apparently Barack had issued an unofficial and unpublicised order that diplomats from Jihad and Al Qaeda supporting countries are not to be searched like the rest of us when boarding planes.
Brilliant Barack, brilliant.
Letting Jihadis board planes without being searched.
Why it's bloody marvellous.
Searching grannnies and toddlers.
But not Jihadis.
Truly brilliant Barack.
Like your decision to let the Jihadis out of Guantanamo Bay.
Or your drawing down of troops in Iraq so that our enemies can snatch that country back into terror and redouble their efforts in Afghanistan.
Or your dithering over sending soldiers to any of the Islamist war zones so that our enemies can have a genuine opportunity to reset the clock to pre Nine Eleven.
Brilliant Barack.
Seriously though.
You're doing a brilliant job.
Another Nobel peace prize in the post no doubt.
The Nobel Prize Committee just loooooooves appeasers.
So a Qatari diplomat to America figured he owed it to himself to murder a few hundred Americans.
It will be interesting to watch Sky News reportage of this latest Jihad attack on America and the Free World.
It should be a hoot.
Sky's major advertiser is Qatar Airways, the personal property of the Royal Family of Qatar.
The Royal Family of Qatar finances the Nazi channel Al Jazeera.
How on earth could Sky ever risk their revenue stream by reporting in appropriate tones of ringing condemnation this latest Qatari treachery against us all?
Here's my analysis.
They won't.
The lead stories on Sky today will be about some pedestrian in Glasgow who fell off a wall, or some Shropshire tulip grower who thinks he's seen a Yeti, or some thrill a minute read from the pre election press release maunderings of one or other of Britain's duck billed platitudinous political parties.
Maybe, just maybe, Sky will venture into War On Terror reporting with yet another funereal announcement about the death of a British soldier in Helmand Province.
Certainly there'll be no details on Taliban and Al Qaeda losses in Iraq and Afghanistan.
There never is.
Such details might mislead the public into thinking we're at war with a fanatical Muslim Terror Army.
Sky will continue with their hypocrasy.
And the Al Qaeda loving Royal Family of Qatar will continue to sponsor Sky News.
Right up until the moment we all put a stop to them.


Update 5.19am: Both Sky News and France 24 are reporting that the Qatari diplomat attempted to set fire to his shoes "for a joke." Translated into genuine journalism this cretinism means the Qatari diplomat Al Qaeda agent was on a panic sowing mission. The Al Qaeda panic sowing mission will have been successful in causing fighter jets to be scrambled and the passenger plane to be diverted. In Barack's America that means the Qatari diplomat Al Qaeda agent Mohammed Motadi Al Giggles can expect a grand total of nought punishments, with full retention of his rights and privileges to pose as a diplomat while engaging in further Al Qaeda activities on American soil.

archy in the bunker

Archbishop Diarmuid Martin spent the Easter period jockeying for power within the Catholic Church in Ireland.
As a growing number of you are aware, I have asserted that Archbishop Diarmuid Martin is a liberal leftist infiltrator seeking to remake the church in his own image.
His power grab is of interest because it represents the first time in modern history that anti Catholic media groups and their hidden controllers among the pseudo elites of Irish society, have actually had such a highly placed mole within the Catholic Church itself.
In the past they've had to attack from the outside.
The best they could do when it came to opening a second front inside the church, was to rely on the bitter resentful sneers of low level media priests like Father Pat Buckley writing for the News Of The World, or the Reverend Brian Darcy in the Sunday World, or Joe Something or Other, the buckshee marxist Padre that worked for RTE.
Now with Archbishop Diarmuid Martin actively undermining the church from within, limitless victories are opening up for the atheistic media.
For the first time in history their dream of controlling the Catholic Church, subsuming it, making it subservient to their own malign visions, for the first time in history this dark destruction of our faith, this abomination of desolation, is genuinely up for grabs.
Archbishop Diarmuid Martin is the key.
That is my analysis.
Since my view on these matters has become more widely known, Archbishop Diarmuid Martin and his allies have had to manoeuvre to counter it.
Hence their busy Easter.
The strategy adopted by Archbishop Diarmuid Martin over the past week has been to present himself as a defender of the Church.
His previous media manipulations are now supposed to stem only from a heartfelt desire to reform the Church.
When Rowan Atkinson an Anglican church leader criticised the Irish Catholic Church on Friday, it was Archbishop Diarmuid Martin who leapt to rebuke him.
We shouldn't have been surprised.
I would counsel the faithful not to be fooled by Archbishop Diarmuid Martin's posturing on this or any other matter.
Playing the anti British card.
Not that clever.
And somewhat lacking in class.
No, don't be surprised.
I would suggest Archbishop Diarmuid Martin was simply laying a false trail in his robust response to the Anglican Blackadder.
Archbishop Diarmuid Martin was in fact using Lord Blackadder's ill considered remarks to allow Archbishop Diarmuid Martin himself to pose as a defender of the very Catholic Church he, Archbishop Diarmuid Martin, has spent a life time struggling to undermine.
Of course the liberal infiltrators of the Catholic Church want to retain some of the faithful as they usurp power.
Of course they do.
They don't want us all to leave.
It might get lonely for them.
So they think they're going to distract us by waging a war of words with an uppity Anglican druid.
I'm not joking about Rowan Atkinson being a druid by the way.
He really is.
The Anglicans could do worse than looking into that.
Might explain why he's trying to prevent the two communions becoming one.
But I digress.
Yeah, just occasionally Archbishop Diarmuid Martin and his allies must pretend to stand up for the truth.
Do not be convinced by them.
Archbishop Diarmuid Martin's response to the Anglican Bladder was a gambit.
It was also thoroughly inappropriate.
Because Archbishop Diarmuid Martin, contrary to the impression you get from The Anti Catholic Irish Times or The Anti Catholic Irish Independent or The Anti Catholic RTE, doesn't actually have any authority at all to speak for the Catholic Church in Ireland.
None whatsoever.
The only man who has such authority is Cardinal Sean Brady.
Remember him?
The quiet self effacing honorable hero of the faith whom Archbishop Diarmuid Martin has been seeking to destroy.
That's the one.
Cardinal Sean Brady is head of the Catholic Church in Ireland.
Not only that.
Cardinal Sean Brady is head of the Catholic Church in our hearts.
Contrary again to what you may hear from The Atheistic 100 million dollar a year loss making Irish Times or The Hedonistic 1.5 billion dollars in debt Irish Independent or The Anachronistic viewerless Stalinist television station RTE, Cardinal Sean Brady has a true mandate to speak for us.
That is why they are trying to ruin him.
Yes, the same Cardinal Sean Brady that Archbishop Diarmuid Martin and his media allies have been so heartily trying to destroy for the past month, this Cardinal Brady is the only one entitled to speak on behalf of Irish Catholics in answering Rowan Atkinson's importunate remarks.
Cardinal Brady didn't rebuke Rowan Atkinson, because Cardinal Brady is a class act down the line.
Be aware of this.
Archbishop Diarmuid Martin's pretence at rebuking the Anglican leader was a calculated and malign attempt to present himself as the leader of the Catholic Church in Ireland when in fact Archbishop Diarmuid Martin is merely an increasingly discredited liberal atheistic Bishop of Dublin.
Such an Easter this has been.
There was more to come.
Having posed as the great smiter of Anglicans, Archbishop Diarmuid Martin's handlers now sought to convince the faithful that Archbishop Diarmuid Martin had never in fact attempted to usurp power within the Catholic Church by colluding with the media in labelling Bishops concealers of child abuse.
A stunt was staged.
Supposed sex abuse victims launched a protest at a church service being conducted by Archbishop Diarmuid Martin.
The supposed victims were disruptive.
It was all for the cameras.
You know what I think.
You know I think it was a double bluff.
Those people were there because Archbishop Diarmuid Martin wanted them there.
Archbishop Diarmuid Martin wanted to be seen taking some criticism from supposed sex abuse victims having previously been seen by all the faithful using the criticism of supposed sex abuse victims to ruin those he deemed his rivals within the Catholic Church.
There was no other reason for the protests on Easter Sunday.
In any case the supposed sex abuse victims disrupting Archbishop Diarmuid Martin's church service represent the thin end of a wedge of terror which Archbishop Diarmuid Martin and his media allies have cultivated and contrived.
Even they will be ultimately unable to control it.
But it is interesting to see that Archbishop Diarmuid Martin's strategy over Easter has changed.
It is instructive to note his most recent poses for the cameras as a defender of the faith against evil British sitcom Anglicans, and as a prelate who has himself faced down sex abuse inspired disruptions to his church services.
This change of strategy should not surprise you.
Archbishop Diarmuid Martin is a street fighter.
The son of radical northern Ireland parents.
The brother of Seamus Martin the atheistic pro Soviet former political editor of The Irish Times.
He has spent a lifetime grubbing his way to the top of the pile.
A lifetime pretending to believe in God.
A lifetime keeping his head down pretending to be a good little Bishop, while Pope John Paul The Great led the Catholic Church through the maelstrom of Islamist assassinations, communist infiltrations, liberal usurpations, satanic marxisms, and all the dark panoplays of perverted bedlam, which have assailed it.
A lifetime living a lie.
Just like the recently exposed Soviet infiltrator who almost became head of the Catholic Church in Poland.
That one got close.
But Archbishop Diarmuid Martin is closer still.
Now his cover is blown.
It's either total victory.
Or total failure.
One thing is sure.
There's no going back in him.
After thirty years as part of an essentially atheistic liberal leftist cadre in the Vatican diplomatic corps, there is nothing any of us could teach him about the sabotage of careers, or the manipulation of the media, or the utility of lies in pursuit of power.
Archbishop Diarmuid Martin does not give up.
No sooner does the Pope reject his attempts to malignly incriminate a generation of Irish Bishops, than he returns to Ireland, and lo, suddenly Sean Brady the Cardinal of all Ireland is being incriminated along with the Pope himself, and, as a pure red herring, Bishops in Portugal, and clerics in Malta.
No sooner do I reveal the extent of his collusion with the media in these manipulations against his fellow Bishops, Cardinal Brady, and the Pope, than he contrives to pose as both a victim and a devoted church leader in that self same media.
All his contrivancies are malign.
But his most egregious contrivancy over the Easter period seemed to come nearly as an afterthought.
In the tail of atheistic journalist Patsy McGarry's manipulative account in The Irish Times of the protests at Archbiship Diarmuid Martin's Easter church service, Archbishop Diarmuid Martin was quoted as having told a supposed sex abuse victim that former Cardinal Desmond Connell was currently being investigated by the police for the possible witholding of information about old sex abuse cases.
That is how they let us know they're going to destroy retired 86 year old Cardinal Desmond Connell too.
This statement by Archbishop Diarmuid Martin, tucked away at the end of an agitprop anti Catholic Patsy McGarry article, represented the opening of another new front in the culture war against the Catholic Church.
Retired Cardinal Desmond Connell is a new target.
The attempted imposition of criminal charges against him is a new strategy.
But it was always going to be the endgame.
For a persecution to work, it would never have been enough to just murder reputations.
So now we know.
Archbishop Diarmuid Martin and his media allies intend to bag the retired Cardinal Desmond Connell as well as the current Cardinal Sean Brady.
And if they can bag those, they can bag anyone.
That's their rationale.
Here is the news.
Archbishop Diarmuid Martin is not a Catholic Archbishop.
He is something else.
Archbishop Diarmuid Martin is a liberal leftist infiltrator seeking to usurp power within the Catholic Church.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
Archbishop Diarmuid Martin has colluded with atheistic media groups, namely Independent Newspapers, The Irish Times, RTE, and others to bring about the destruction of the Catholic Church in Ireland through the retrospective ascription of guilt upon a generation of Bishops who attempted to handle sex abuse cases with discretion and are now being falsely labelled concealers and enablers of that abuse.
The label of concealers of abuse which is falsely applied to the Bishops, is not being applied to anyone else.
Not even to those who manifestly handled sex abuse cases in a less open, less professional and immeasurably less compassionate way than the Bishops who are currently being falsely accused.
There is no media or Judicial or political criticism of the social workers, Health Board officials, Judge Liberals, police officers, sports club administrators, school principals, and others who presided over the 99.99 percent of sex abuse cases which do not involve the Catholic Church.
Their victims are treated by the media as being of no importance.
Because those 999 victims out of every thousand are no use to the media in the media's kulturkampf with the Catholic Church.
Those 999 sex abuse victims out of every thousand are of no use to liberal lawyers and liberal judges in getting their hands on Catholic Church funds and assets because those 999 sex abuse victims weren't abused by anyone with a link to the Catholic Church.
It's most unfortunate.
At least it is for the real sex abuse victims.
Now let us recap.
In the past year, Archbishop Diarmuid Martin has sought to force a generation of Bishops to accept guilt for crimes they never committed.
Using the tainted and contrived report into the church's handling of sex abuse by feminist Judge Yvonne Murphy, Archbishop Diarmuid Martin has sought to remove the Bishops' right to defend themselves.
Archbishop Diarmuid Martin has sought to turn Yvonne Murphy's blase faux legalistic subjective opinions into sentences of death for a generation of churchmen who have already sacrificed their lives for the people of Ireland and the world.
Archbishop Diarmuid Martin has sought to force Bishops to accept without question and without reply, Yvonne Murphy's retrospective ascription of limitless guilt to them.
Archbishop Diarmuid Martin has disgracefully sought to label a generation of Bishops who handled sex abuse allegations discreetly, as concealers of sex abuse.
Archbishop Diarmuid Martin has sought to bring about the downfall of Cardinal Sean Brady simply because Cardinal Sean Brady refused to support Archbishop Diarmuid Martin in his attempts to destroy a generation of Bishops at a meeting with the Pope.
Archbishop Diarmuid Martin has sought to ruin Cardinal Sean Brady because with Cardinal Sean Brady out of the way, Archbishop Diarmuid Martin may by default become the head of the Catholic Church in Ireland.
Archbishop Diarmuid Martin has sought to head off growing concerns about his own alliance with Independent Newspapers and other atheistic media groups, by rebuking an Anglican leader whom he had no place rebuking, and by posing as a victim during the staged disruption of one of his church services during Easter.
Archbishop Diarmuid Martin has sought to prepare the public for the general criminalisation of churchmen by telling a supposed sex abuse victim that retired Cardinal Desmond Connell was being investigated by the police for the possible witholding of information about sex abuse cases.
Archbishop Diarmuid Martin has continued to dissimulate about his attempts to force Bishops from office, most recently on Marian Finnucane's radio programme where his repeated denial of earlier statements he had himself made calling for Bishops to resign, showed him to be a liar as well as a thug.

endymion

Evening at the Chateau.

The mighty Heelers is in the hall.

He is engaged in an unaccustomed activity.

Cleaning.

If you look closely you can see he is scrubbing the ancient stonework with a cloth and soapy water.

There is a look of intense suffering on his handsome features.

A series of brown splotches are evenly spaced along the wall about waist high from the ground.

There is an unmistakeable trace of bitterness on the face of Ireland's greatest living poet.

The Mammy passes up the hall in search of a room with a television in it.

"What are you at?" quoth she in passing.

"Cleaning shite off the walls," answers her son pleasantly.

"You're joking me," sez the Mammy.

"Would I joke about a serious thing like that?" expostulateth the son.

"I don't know, would you?" persisteth she.

"Well do you think I'd be cleaning the walls for any other reason?" demandeth me.

The Mammy stared.

"Which of the little b------s did it?" she enquired after a moment.

The noble Heelers paused from his labours to contemplate.

"It might have been the baby," I mused. "Only the daubs are a bit high up. And look. They're evenly spaced. Whoever did this had an artistic streak.  The number one suspect would have been young Donald Coggins the neighbour's kid. He's got a finely honed sense of fun coupled to a taste for anarchism. Only he definitely wasn't here today. And I definitely would have noticed this if it was done yesterday. It's not the nieces. Little girls wouldn't do this. Erin's more into stealing perfume and Freya restrics her mischief to throwing my cups and CDs in the bin. That leaves the nephews. Any one of them would do it if they took the notion. Except John, the oldest. He'd level the place with a Star Wars blaster but he's gone past this sort of thing. I can't eliminate either of the other two on moral grounds. That is to say I don't think either of them would be morally opposed to splashing pooh on a wall. So take your pick. It was one or other of them."

The Mammy turned away.

"There's more up this end," she called. "Be sure not to miss it."

I was left alone.

"No greater love hath any man," I muttered bitterly, "than that he would clean pooh off a wall for his mother."

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