archbishop machievelli martin strikes again

Archbishop Diarmuid Martin sat in the plushest armchair in the plushest room in the plushest episcopal palace in Dublin.

He was reading a printout of The Heelers Diaries.

The following sentence caught his attention:

"Archbishop Diarmuid Martin is a liberal leftist infiltrator colluding with shadowy figures from the Judiciary and Media in attempting to remake the Catholic Church in Ireland in his own image by ascribing contrived criminality to Bishops for their handling of child abuse cases thirty years ago."

Archbishop Diarmuid Martin's eyes narrowed as he once more read the truth about himself in the only place on earth where that truth can be read.

He stood up.

He thought it unlikely that The Heelers Diaries could be a threat to him.

As far as Archbishop Diarmuid Martin is concerned, God is still on the side of the big newspaper groups.

The Anti Catholic Irish Times. (Current losses: A hundred million a year.)

The Anti Catholic Independent Newspapers Group. (Net indebtedness: Two thousand million dollars and rising. Year End Accounts, a work of fiction that would embarass Anglo Irish Bank.)

The Anti Catholic broadcaster RTE. (No viewers. No revenue. Financed solely by 500 million dollars a year in compulsory taxation raised from the citizenry who have to pay for it whether they watch it, or disapprove of its Marxian ethos, or excoriate it, or spurn it, or not.)

Archbishop Diarmuid Martin was counting on these behemoths to crush The Heelers Diaries like an ant.

Yet he had also lately become aware that a growing number of Bishops, and a growing number of priests, and a growing number of nuns, and a growing number of ordinary Christians, an inordinate number of them in fact... wouldn't p*** on him if he was on fire.

He frowned.

Yes the change in attitudes was real enough alright.

Real and growing ever more discernible.

A few nuns had quite deliberately cold shouldered him when he was glad handing a group of Poor Clares at a recent photo opportunity event.

And even though the photo with the nuns had been emblazoned in newspapers throughout the British Isles by his media allies, he still couldn't quite shake the memory of the way some of the nuns had shrunk away from him.

As though he carried the spoor of the damned.

Then there was his attempt to place himself at the head of the Dublin Pilgrimage To Lourdes.

He'd gone along and been photographed.

And the photos had been disseminated as per usual by his media allies.

And sure enough some of the peasantry had indeed been lapping out of his hands.

But the others.

Really quite a lot of them.

The ones who glanced at him quickly with accusing eyes.

The ones who wouldn't talk to him.

The ones who wouldn't shake his hand.

The ones who wouldn't even approach him.
The memory was most unsettling.

This rebellion had to be coming from somewhere.

Archbishop Diarmuid Martin squinted at the Heelers Diaries printout.

"The mouse that roared," he murmured.

He recognised that the blatent clearly stated exposition of his plans to remake the church in his own liberal leftist image, could be most dangerous if it became common currency.

The jig would be up.

And gone.

The wily old diplomat knew what he had to do.

There was only one thing for it.

He would without delay insert the phrase "remaking the Catholic Church in his own image" into one of his own speeches and apply it to his own critics.

Two days later in Italy that's precisely what he did.

This element of his speech was faithfully reported by Archbishop Diarmuid Martin's media allies in the Anti Catholic Irish Times who of course deliberately concealed the fact that the phrase had been originally applied to him and that the Archbishop had simply lifted it from this website.

And all across Dublin, in plush armchairs in plush drawing rooms in plush palaces, the Archbishop and his media pals toasted their own cleverality.

You know what folks.

They really think they're getting away with it.

O tempera.

O morons.

from the heelers emails

----- Original Message -----

From: karium amadou

To: Heelers

Sent: Thursday, September 23, 2010 7:12 PM

Subject: FROM THE DESK OF KARIUM AMADOU AUDITING AND ACCOUNTING, OCEANIC BANK PLC, OUAGADOUGOU, BURKINA FASO. CONFIDENTIAL TRUST BUSINESS DEAL MR HEALY. I KNEW THIS MESSAGE WILL COME TO YOU AS A SURPRISE. I AM INCHARGE OF AUDITING AND ACCOUNTING SECTION IN OCEANIC BANK PLC, OUAGADOUGOU BURKINA FASO. I HOPED THAT YOU WILL NOT EXPOSE OR BETRAY THIS TRUST AND CONFIDENT THAT I AM ABOUT TO IMPOSE ON YOU FOR THE MUTUAL BENEFIT OF OUR FAMILIES. I NEED YOUR URGENT ASSISTANCE IN TRANSFERRING THE SUM OF ( USD$22) MILLION DOLLARS TO YOUR ACCOUNT WITHIN 7 BANKING DAYS. THIS MONEY HAS BEEN DORMANT FOR YEARS IN OUR BANK WITHOUT ANY BODY CLAIMING THE FUND. I WANT THE BANK TO RELEASE THE MONEY TO YOU AS THE NEAREST PERSON TO OUR DECEASED CUSTOMER (THE OWNER OF THE ACCOUNT) BELONGS TO ONE OF OUR FOREIGN CUSTOMER ( MR.HATEM KAMIL ABDUL FATAH WHOM UNFORTUNATELY LOST HIS LIFE BY SHOOTING FROM UNKNOWN PEOPLE IN IRAQ, YOU MAY READ MORE ABOUT THE INCIDENT ON VISITING THIS BBC NEWS WEBSITE:http://news.bbc.co.uk/go/pr/fr/-/1/hi/world/middle east/3970619.stm http://www.uslaboragainstwar.org/article.php?id=6979 I DON'T WANT THE MONEY TO GO INTO OUR BANK TREASURER ACCOUNT AS AN ABANDONED FUND. SO THIS IS THE REASON WHY I CONTACTED YOU SO THAT THE BANK CAN RELEASE THE MONEY TO YOU AS THE NEXT OF KIN TO THE DECEASED CUSTOMER. PLEASE I WOULD LIKE YOU TO KEEP THIS PROPOSAL AS A TOP SECRET AND DELETE IT IF YOU ARE NOT INTERESTED. UPON RECEIPT OF YOUR REPLY, I WILL GIVE YOU FULL DETAILS ON HOW THE BUSINESS WILL BE EXECUTED AND ALSO NOTE THAT YOU WILL HAVE 40% OF THE ABOVE MENTIONED SUM IF YOU AGREE TO HANDLE THIS BUSINESS WITH ME. AND 10% WILL BE SET ASIDE FOR ANY EXPENSES THAT ARISES ON THE PROCESS BEFORE THE FUND GET INTO YOUR BANK ACCOUNT SUCH AS TELEPHONE CALLS BILLS (ETC). REPLY AND CALL THANK KARIUM AMADOU ********************************************************

ORIGINAL MESSAGE 24th September 2010

From: Heelers.

To: Karium Amadou
Dear Karium.

I don't know what you take me for.

How dare you.

The very idea.

The notion that my share of the loot could be just 40 percent is offensive in the extreme.

Realistically speaking, I might have been willing to accept 90 percent and cut you in for 10.

The expenses would of course have come out of your own cut.

But credit where credit is due.

You are quite correct that I am the sort of louche venal fellow (think Ger Colleran with an intellect) who is capable of accepting 22 million dollars into his bank account no questions asked.

But taking money from a dead Muslim is an act so thoroughly repugnant to me that I can scarce find words to express my emotions.

For crying out loud.

Muslims kill motherf---ers, Karium, in case you haven't noticed.

I never, never, ever under any circumstances, mess with the Mussies.

Now if you can find us a nice deceased peaceable Buddhist to steal 22 million dollars from, I will be happy to consider your request.

Arf arf.

In any case the main genuinely ontological problem which I foresee in you putting 22 million dollars into my bank account is the fact that I don't have a bank account.

I recently fell out with my personal bank, Allied Irish Banks (AIB), over its arrant incompetence and grotesque corruption.

For twenty years Allied Irish Banks had been declaring billion dollar profits.

Then overnight it went bust.

The profits never existed.

The profits had been based on accountancy tricks.

Who wudda thunk it, eh Karium?

All those million dollar salaries Allied Irish Banks management were paying themselves and continue to pay themselves, were and are nothing more than grand theft auto.

You will be aware that Ireland's corrupt kleptocratic Fianna Fail government handed Allied Irish Banks billions of dollars of my money to stave off its inevitable demise.

You will also, as an informed financier with an eye for the main chance, be aware that the same corrupt kleptocratic Fianna Fail government has used the Irish treasury to bail out other banks, particularly and most crassly, Fianna Fail's own personal bank Anglo Irish Bank (note: Not AIB) with limitless funding up to and beyond a cool sixty thousand million dollars.

Anglo Irish Bank was not in the top three banks in Ireland and could have been let fail without any danger to the overall economy.

I kid you not.

Almost without exception the only people with serious money in Anglo Irish Bank were Fianna Fail members, their friends and associates.

The bail out for Anglo Irish Bank was a smash and grab on the Republic Of Ireland by the Fianna Fail party and its supporters.

Fianna Fail have forced us all to cover Fianna Fail's investment losses.

And you know what Karium.

Their own investment money isn't even really lost.

These thieves of the political class and their friends have sequestered billions.

I'm telling you, even President Robert Mugabe would have been too embarassed to bankrupt Zimbabwe in the manner in which Fianna Fail has bankrupted Ireland.

I mean Mugabe never had a democracy or a wealthy country to govern.

So when he desecrated Zimbabwe he acted predictably and true to his nature.

He's guilty as sin but his sin is clearly less than that of those who grew up in Ireland with the benefits of 2000 years of Christianity.

Yes.

Up to thirty years ago, Ireland was a free, democratic, Christian country.

It only took the present generation of idolators and hoor masters three short decades to lay waste two thousand years of civilisation.

And here's the rub.

The Fianna Fail thieves actually didn't need to bankrupt us to live well.

They had enough cash.

They were well paid.

Their hubris was that having stolen a little, they went on to steal everything.

And then they went on to steal money we didn't even have.

And you know what.

They did it because they liked doing it.

So the bail out of Ireland's moribund banks rolls on.

The banks are dead.

But Fianna Fail is insistent that it will throw good borrowed billions after bad.

Just remember.

This money is at present being borrowed against unborn generations of Irish people.

Hoo baby.

I gotta tell you one more thing.

The bail out of Allied Irish Bank was bad enough.

But the bail out of Anglo Irish Bank will finish Ireland as a nation.

For the record, Anglo Irish Bank was a shell company run on behalf of gangsters by a scoundrel called Sean Fitzpatrick.

Sean Fitzpatrick always planned on going out of business and he always planned on the State picking up the tab.

It was his business model to fail.

Before it went out of business, Anglo Irish Bank received seven thousand million dollars from a financial institution called Irish Life And Permanent to help it conceal its imminent collapse and allay public concerns about the bail out Fianna Fail was about to tie the Irish people into.

The head of Irish Life and Permanent is Gillian Bowler.

If I ever have power both Sean Fitzpatrick, Gillian Bowler and the boards of their banks, and their families, and all their friends with mysterious unexplained hundred million dollar bank assets, all of them I say, all will have their assets seized and will spend their declining days in jail.

No pensions.

No parole.

No laughing in triumph at the peasants you have condemned to penury.

I will break you all.

Do not pass go.

Do not bankrupt the Irish people.

Do not dine out on your evil doing in perpetuity.

Ah Karium.

Sometimes you must wish you were Irish, eh?

No need to arrange cloak and dagger fund transfers from dead Iraqis to the accounts of people you don't know and can't trust.

All you have to do is buy yourself a political party called Fianna Fail.

And if you can't buy Fianna Fail, buy our opposition party Fine Gael.

It was a Fine Gael politician called Garret Fitzgerald who first bailed out Allied Irish Banks with tax payers money and secured absolutely nothing for the Irish people in return, when Allied Irish Banks last went bust through its corrupt piratical corporate adventurism back in the 1970's.

You couldn't make it up.

But Fianna Fail are the thieves par excellence, Karium.

They'll give you all my money, all the money belonging to ever other living Irish person, and all the money that they can borrow against future generations of Irish people stretching forward hundreds of years.

You could end your paltry spamming scams Karium and live large.

Please forgive my strong feelings on this matter.

Your own offer of 22 million dollars to be deposited into my non existent bank account, pales into insignificance compared to the amount with which Fianna Fail has saddled future generations of Irish people in order to pay for Anglo Irish Bank's, Allied Irish Banks', Bank of Ireland's, Irish Life And Permanent's, Sean Fitzpatrick's, Gillian Bowler's, and all the others' adventurist thievery from their own coffers.

But I digress.

All I wanted to make clear to you was that I do not have a bank account and am therefore probably of no use to you in the venerable business of robbing dead Iraqis.

I suppose if you want to send twenty two million dollars by post to the Chateau De Healy, I could hardly quibble.

Anyhoo.

When I started talking about my own lack of a bank account, I went and got all excited about the theft of a nation.

Back to the main feature.

Things came to a head for me personally with Allied Irish Banks when Allied Irish Banks sent me a letter cancelling my overdraft facility the same week our corrupt kleptocratic Fianna Fail government guaranteed Allied Irish Banks billions of dollars of my money whether I was their customer or not.

The exact same week.

Hilarious no.

I closed my bank account immediately.

Let's see if I can live without doing business with Allied Irish Banks, shall we.

And of course if I ever accept power in Ireland (that old gag) Allied Irish Banks will be returning all of my money which it has been given by Fianna Fail. The assets of Allied Irish Banks management will be seized. And we'll let the thieves of Allied Irish Banks pay their own gambling losses.

Along with all the other banking thieves Fianna Fail is so sure the nation needs to succour in order to survive.

They're killing us Karium.

They're killing us before the eyes of the world.

In the meantime, you need to keep your eyes out for those rich dead Buddhists and let me know if one shows up.

Regards.

James

PS: :Loved your 1980's pop songs, particularly Shy To Shy.

PPS: Also was oddly amused by some of your Karium On films with Sid James and Kenneth Williams, particularly Karium Up The Khyber.

PPPS: For your information Ger Colleran is a porcine grinning otiose predatory venal egg yolk of a man who edits the Daily Star and who once falsely maliciously and malignly claimed on national television that children had been abused in every Catholic Church presbytery in Ireland. To date Colleran has not answered for his crimes. Nor has his friend Paedophile Ian O'Doherty answered for similarly grotesque incitements to hatred. Paedophile Ian O'Doherty last year wrote falsely, maliciously and malignly in the Irish Independent claiming that the Catholic Church is a paedophile ring. There is no law for Catholics anymore in Ireland, Karium. There is only law for bankers. And for politicians. And for Muslims. And for hoor masters.

PPPPS: Have you ever considered getting to know the God of the Hebrews? I recommend you give him a chance. Read the gospel of Saint John. Seriously though. It's fun being on the side of the forces of good...

PPPPPS: You evil spammer c---!

great moments in the papacy

Pope Benedict The Sixteenth: "Walter! Walter! I want to speak to you."
Cardinal Walter Kasper: "Yes, Mein Holiness?
Pope Benedict: "What is the meaning of this? This is no good. You have offended the British. Their newspapers are full of your rash remarks."

Cardinal Walter Kasper: "Vot? Vot did I do now?"

Pope Benedict: "Walter you know full well that you told reporters that you thought Britain is like a third world country."

Cardinal Kasper: "Vot did I do wrong I mean?"

Pope Benedict: "That was wrong. All wrong."

Cardinal Kasper: "Oh."

Pope Benedict: "I'm afraid you will have to cancel your plans to accompany me on the forthcoming trip to Britain."

Cardinal Kasper: (Grumbling) "I only said it because Prince Philip said ze same thing to me on ze phone zis morning... (Still grumbling) First I get named after ein friendly ghost and now I miss out on my chance to visit ze turd vorld. It's just not fair."

obitcheries

Vincent Doyle is dead.

For decades he presided over the virulently anti Catholic Irish Independent newspaper as editor.

The title year in year out declared massive profits.

Now it emerges those profits were all illusory.

Independent Newspapers owes its creditors in the region of two thousand million dollars.

These are the debts we know about.

There will be more.

In any case, the magnificent profits were never there.

It was all done with loans from idiot banks.

Now the general public is being forced by our corrupt kleptocratic Fianna Fail government to bail out those same banks because the banks are unable to collect their debts from the likes of Independent Newspapers.

Go figure.

Vinnie Doyle while not a Christian was very much a religious man.

He worshipped the O'Reilly family who own Independent Newspapers.

The trappings of the O'Reilly cult involve congenital petty snobbery and vitriolic anti Catholic bigotry.

Ironically as a life long anti Catholic bigot Vinnie Doyle will be buried this morning in a Catholic Church in Dublin. The ceremony will be conducted by a tame priest who has long since forgotten the meaning of truth, honour or integrity. The congregation will consist of hoor masters and atheists from among the shadowy liberal leftist atheistic drugs and porno elites who are seeking to subsume total power in Ireland to themselves.

They, like Vinnie Doyle, have destroyed much and created nothing.

In just thirty years they, like Vinnie Doyle, have repudiated 2000 years of Irish Christianity.

They, like Vinnie Doyle, have given us the violent society, gangs ruling the cities, corrupt Judges and police officers, bankers robbing the nation with impunity, orgasmically evil politicians forcing us to pay the bankers gambling debts, between a hundred and two hundred thousand Muslim immigrants waiting to start a civil war, serial killers Larry Murphy, Malcolm MacArthur, John Crerar et al loose on the streets to kill kill and kill again, thug cops terrorising motorists at the side of the road, abortion culture, condom culture, divorce culture, adultery culture, rape culture, sex abuse at levels never before seen anywhere on earth, rackateers stalking the land because law enforcement won't lock them up, MTV debauching children just to sell them their unlistenable trash, scoundrels pillorying the Catholic Church with riotous abandon, a breakdown, a veritable breakdown, nay nothing short of an apocalypse, of our human values and freedoms.

All this is the work of Vinnie Doyle and his friends.

But Vinnie Doyle no longer needs to worry.

He's gone beyond all that now.

He now knows the final answer to the ultimate question.

Is Tony O'Reilly really God?

I'm betting he's not.

orville wright

it is 1939

and he sees

darkness close in

fire engulf cities

death crowned king

the destruction of the dream

 

his life fades

and he sees

1903

one brother sitting in a wooden box

shouting joy

whilest another

races dreams

feet lifting chalk

carefree on the plains of kittyhawk

redemption

The day was going down.

I sat in the cafe with Rowena.

We were talking.

I was explaining how I felt that newspapers and media were using sex abuse as a tool in their culture war against the Catholic Church while deliberately ignoring the vast majority of most serious and ongoing abuse cases which involved no religious people and were therefore utterly useless as propaganda.

Suddenly Rowena said: "James, I was abused."

I went quiet.

She said: "It was my father. He was alcoholic. I kept it secret for years. I never even told my sisters. I was going to kill myself a while ago. Your friend Bob Jones met me coming out of church. He didn't know me. I was crying. I was going straight to the river to end it all. He stopped me and asked me to pray with him. He saved my life. God must have sent him. Afterwards I was able to forgive my father. I nursed him for months when he was dying. I was genuinely able to forgive him. At the very end just before he died he took my hand and said: I'm sorry. Those were his last words. Then he died. The priest who was there didn't know what he had meant by I'm sorry. But I knew. I was so overjoyed to have been with him and to have nursed him right to the end. Can you understand that? For the very first time he was my father and I was his daughter and nothing else."

I weighed her words.

I said: "Rowena I have to ask you very humbly. Do you think I'm wrong when I say that the media are using sex abuse to destroy the church? Do you think I'm wrong when I say that they are ignoring most of the more serious victims?"

She shook her head.

She said: "I don't think you're wrong. But I'm glad it's all come out. And I do think Archbishop Diarmuid Martin is a good man."

These are her words as she said them.

I did not contradict her although you all know I have for a long time believed Archbishop Diarmuid Martin represents a liberal leftist infiltration of the church and is malignly ascribing criminality to Bishops he wants to ruin as part of a cynical bid to remake the ancient faith in his own image.

Rowena told me some more things.

I held her words in my heart.

She finished with: "You're one of the few people I've shared this with."

She left me.

I would not contradict her.

Yet she herself had never willingly revealed the name of her abuser.

She had never gone to the police.

Maybe because she had no wish to publicly humiliate him.

Maybe because she didn't want to hurt other family members.

After what she believes was God's intervention to stop her taking her own life, she had forgiven her abuser and nursed him on his deathbed.

For her own reasons she had never denounced him.

A Bishop or a priest behaving with similar discretion and concern for the reputation of an individual or a family, would now be labelled as a concealer of child abuse.

There was rain on the windows of the cafe.

It was dark outside.

I got up to leave.

Sick at heart, and desolate of soul, I wandered out into the wasteland.

what hath god wrought

 

this week in the jihad

Al Qaeda have been having a blast...

 

1) British police have announced that they wish to interview a Mediterranean looking couple who were caught on closed circuit television visiting the apartment building of a young M15 (secret service) code breaker found murdered recently. For Mediterranean couple, read Muslims. I suppose we're lucky really. If New York Mayor Mike Bloomberg had been on the job, he would have claimed the cops were looking for a white couple. Best not to worry the proles, eh Mike. Ah the perils of sensitivity training. The British police have been hinting that the code breaker may have died in a sex game or committed suicide. His family have refuted this strongly. The police have withdrawn their early inexplicable lies suggesting the code breaker was involved in the gay lifestyle. You really have to ask what sort of police officers are investigating this death. I mean you have to ask what religion they are. The code breaker was found sealed in a locked sports kit bag. The police claim they restaged the death and that an officer was actually able to lock himself in the kit bag. They really don't want to find the murderer, do they! The sex game theory has been formally nixed by the same police officers, but they are still hoping for suicide. Much more convenient than actually catching the Al Qaeda cell that killed him.

 

2) British police have released without charge the six Muslims who were plotting to kill the Pope during his visit to the UK. The police now say the plot was a joke. So no charges. No Jihad here. Move along folks. And Al Qaeda have a nice new line of defence for any of their unsuccessful assassination missions. "It was all a joke." Most tellingly in America, the entire incident was reported without any mention of Muslims. The Brits were at least a little less bound by suicidal political correctness in that regard. Nonetheless the six Mussie assassins are free. I wonder what their next joke will be.

 

3) American Airlines has claimed an honest mistake caused the forced diversion of one of its planes to Shannon in Ireland last week. The plane filled up with smoke from the mobile phone of a passenger who hasn't been named. The unnamed passenger had plugged his mobile phone into what he said was a charging device. The unnamed passenger claimed he didn't realise the smoke was coming from his mobile phone and its charging device. The unnamed  passenger continued blissfully unaware that his smoke emitting mobile phone and its charging device were causing panic on board the American Airlines flight even as the plane diverted to Shannon. The unnamed passenger was found with his smoke emitting mobile phone and its charging device only after the plane had diverted to Shannon. Here is the news. The unnamed passenger is not being named because he is Muslim and the idiot authorities are as usual protecting his interests rather than the interests of the law abiding travelling public. The incident was a teaser mission for Al Qaeda. Spread panic. Force a plane diversion. And lose no personnel because the incompetent law enforcement and civil aviation clowns are accepting every time that the whole thing was an honest mistake. American Airlines is formally inaugurating a new advertising slogan which will be: Hear no Jihad, Speak no Jihad, see no Jihad.

 

4) Judge Michael Peart in Ireland this week released brutal knife murderer Bechir Jelidi into the community, refusing point blank to extradite the cold blooded slaughterer to Italy. The case has been quite adequately reported in the Daily Mail. Judge Michael Peart used legal technicalities to justify his refusal to extradite murderer Bechir Jelidi to Italy where he has already been convicted for his murder. Clearly Judge Michael Peart is not bound by our extradition treaties with our European partners. Clearly Judge Michael Peart can make up extradition treaties of his own. Clearly Judge Michael Peart believes that Judge Michael Peart will never answer to the general public for his release of murderer Bechir Jelidi into our midst. We are farm animals to Judge Michael Peart. Why on earth should he uphold the law for us? And so he doesn't. He upholds his own makey uppy laws. Justice for Al Qaeda murderers. To hell with the rest of the human race. Bechir Jelidi butchered a man called Faikal M'Rad Kamiri in Florence in 1995. Inexplicably Bechir Jelidi was given refugee status in Ireland eight years ago. We must assume he paid for his refugee status handsomely with donations to appropriate Fianna Fail politicians and/or Judges. One is reminded of the one million dollar donation given some years ago to then Prime Minister Albert Reynolds' pet food factory by a Palestinian Jihadi who received an Irish passport in return. Albert Reynolds maintains he never knew the Palestinian had given him a million dollars. But Albert Reynolds had obviously grown accustomed to accepting the kindness of passing Arabs. Interestingly enough Albert Reynolds' daughter Leonie is like Michael Peart a Judge of the High Court. And justice for all, indeed. Bechir Jelidi was represented in court last week by scoundrel barristers who were provided to Bechir Jelidi under Ireland's free legal aid system. This means we are all paying for knife killer Bechir Jelidi's frivolous legal manoeuvres and his insults to the dead. The wheel is rigged and it's the only game in town.

 

5) A leading Pakistani politician exiled in London was stabbed to death in the street. I don't know if he was a good guy or a bad buy. There were some reports that he had been in exile because of a murder charge against him in Pakistan. He's dead as the Dodo anyway. How long before the British police announce that they think he may have committed suicide? I can see it all. Earnest goony faced officers will hold a press conference where they'll demonstrate how he could have inflicted the fifty stab wounds upon himself if he stabbed himself, er, really quickly.

 

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Conclusion: The main danger for Al Qaeda operatives engaged in terror war with humanity, is that they will die laughing at our pathetic inaction in the face of their ongoing attacks. Sure as hell, nothing else is gonna kill em.

just once

Just once I'd like Pope Benedict to turn to the choir on the high altar and say in the voice of Mr Burns from the Simpsons: "Cease your infernal tootling."