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Both The Sun and The Daily Mirror newspapers run stories today in their Irish editions headlined 'Hero Cop.' The stories relate to a police officer who while doing the job he is excessively remunerated to do, failed to prevent four thieves from escaping after an attempted robbery. Hero indeed. The hoods must just love him. The same day both aforementioned tabloid newspapers failed to even mention the story about hero police officers which is currently gripping the irish nation. The story where the hero cops are threatening to rape and violate citizens. Could this failure have anything to do with the fact that both tabloids are currently seeking irish government bailouts for their loss making titles? C words.

more garda scum

Days after a similar case, yet more members of the Irish police force have been caught threatening to rape women citizens of the Irish Republic. A new tape has emerged of a corrupt thug cop threatening to rape another man's wife. The police officer's exact words were: 'I am going to stick my c--k into your wife.' The couple's complaint about this thug was disgracefully rejected by abjectly corrupt investigators who claimed they had waited too long to make their complaint in the first place.

the ayatollah khomeini problem page

Dear Ayatollah Khomeini.
I love my family but sometimes they really get on my nerves. The children are quite unruly when I wake them for school. My wife often serves up the same old dinners time and time again. What should I do?
Mohammed, Somalia.

******
Dear Mohammed.
Hack off their heads with a machete.
The Ayatollah.

hallelujah

how corrupt is the irish police force

A senior irish police officer has been caught on video sneering the following about a woman he had just been harassing at the side of the road: 'Give me your name and address or I'll rape you...' How corrupt is the irish police force? Answer: They're very f---ing corrupt.

soldier blues

Colonel Clement was speaking to the parents of the new inductees at the Irish army military base on the Curragh.
I was listening with barely contained fury.
He was saying: "Don't worry about your sons. We are going to look after them. We will make them into men."
A part of me wanted to interrupt and explain to the parents just what they were letting themselves in for.
There have been suicides of late in the Irish army.
Odd sad little suicides.
It seems some of the supposedly manly soldiers have an overwhelming need to project their sexual fears onto other soldiers.
This has resulted in institutionalised bullying that is simply off the scale.
I only know about it because a senior army officer sought my advice on one of the suicides.
It wasn't reported in the media.
So some of the victims of this ritual humiliation choose to end it all by killing themselves.
And the Irish army makes boys into men, eh Commander Clement?
No it doesn't.
Not even a little bit.
There's more.
In the past few years we've had at least two serial killers emerging from the ranks of the Irish army.
Two that we know about.
John Crerar and Sean Courtney were soldiers who had an odd predilection for snatching women off the streets at Christmas, torturing them, raping them and murdering them.
It's the Christmas business that makes me suggest the presence of a devil worshipping ring in the Irish army.
Why Christmas?
Why on earth would murdering Irish army soldiers slaughter women at Christmas?
But the salient point is that both serial killers were able to serve happily in the ranks of the Irish army until they got a bit careless about their butchering of women.
A third Irish army soldier has also emerged as a serial killer in my lifetime.
Private McKaleevy had made known to his fellow soldiers and supervising officers that he considered Jewish people to be sub human.
He had openly boasted of his admiration for Hitler.
This was apparently no barrier to service in the Irish army.
In fact the heroes at headquarters sent Private McKaleevy to serve as what they call a Peace Keeper in Lebanon.
This gave him ample opportunity to indulge in the favourite Irish army passtime of allowing Muslim terrorists from Iran's proxy army Hezbollah to slip through United Nations Peace Keeper checkpoints to carry out attacks in Israel.
It also gave him ample opportunity to racially abuse and threaten Israeli's at those same checkpoints.
Private McKaleevy's overt racial abuse of Jewish people at checkpoints proved no barrier to his continued service as a neutral Peace Keeper with the Irish army in South Lebanon.
The only problem with Private McKaleevy's manly bigoted Peace Keeping came when one morning he woke up and decided racially abusing Jewish people was not enough for him.
Private McKaleevy promptly murdered three of our own soldiers.
Shot them to death at point blank range.
They never had a chance.
Yeah they make your sons into men alright.
And then they allow a registered certified dyed in the wool Northern Ireland monster like McKaleevy to kill them.
When the military police arrived on the scene of McKaleevy's slaughter, McKaleevy said the following: "The Yids did it. It was the Jews. The f---ing Jews."
No one can have been too surprised
Since this was the sort of talk that had been his hallmark since joining the Irish army.
Let us return to the present day.
Private McKaleevy is once more back on the streets.
As is serial killer John Crerar.
As will be serial killer Sean Courtney in the next few weeks.
All thianks to the destruction of law orchestrated by liberal judges and their ilk lurking in the shadows of the upper echelons of our society.
And Colonel Clement is telling the parents of boy soldiers what a wonderful career their sons will have in the Irish army.
It is almost too much to bear.
The pious hypocrasy of it.
But hush.
Colonel Clement is speaking.
"I want you to know that we are shortly to begin another mission in South Lebanon. It is the people of South Lebanon who have requested the Irish as Peace Keepers. They didn't want other nationalities. But they trust the Irish."
Of course they do Clement.
Of course they do.
What Muslim wouldn't trust you and your corrupt anti Israeli cadres.
You have put Ireland on the wrong side of history.
So we're going back to Lebanon.
Back to running pass defence for Jihadi's while posing as Peace Keepers.
Back to plush bottomed Irish army officers carrying out recyclable investigations for Amnesty International which accuse Israel of war crimes.
Back to young soldiers getting paid sums of money their parents could never have dreamed of just to go along with this bollocksology.
I am standing here crying tears of frustration.
Because in all modesty I know a thing or two about Muslims and I know a thing or two about the State of Israel.
The Muslims intend to detonate atomic weapons in Israel during the next few years.
And there has been a sea change in the attitude of Jewish people about the matter.
They are no longer asking our permission to defend themselves.
In the event that the Islamic Republic of Iran attacks Israel, unleashing its proxy armies from the Gaza Strip, Syria and South Lebanon, along with its own regular army, I have no doubt that Israel will repel them by detonating its own nuclear devices across all points of attack.
The Israeli's will not engage in yet another noblesse oblige boxing match with those seeking to wipe them off the map.
This is my analysis.
You understand the burden I labour under, never having been wrong before.
In the event of an all out Arab Islamic attack on Israel with multiple terror armies advancing in the field, the Israelis will unleash the unforgettable fire.
If Clement and his faux Peace Keeping hardmen are intent on putting our sons in the middle of that, they'd better bring along a lot of body bags.
Forgive my use of the body bag cliche, gentle readers.
It doesn't quite fit.
For the next generation of Irish army soldier boys will never live to spend the bribes the United Nations pays them.
They will be vapourised.

days of the halcyon

I am standing by the riverside in Newbridge College.
The day is going down
There is an island in the river. In years gone by there used to be an ornamental pond in the middle of the island.
My mind goes back thirty years.
Two youngsters, Billy O'Neill and his friend David O'Hanlon (nicknamed Sid) are contemplating the pond.
"I bet you a pound you won't try to jump that," says Billy O'Neill.
The pond looks unjumpable.
"You're on," says David O'Hanlon.
He retreats many paces and takes a long run at the pond, rising like an unwieldy gazelle into the air.
The world becomes a sploosh.
Water, water everywhere.
The air clears.
David O'Hanlon emerges from the pond like a creature from the deep.
With calm dignity he sloshes towards his friend.
"You owe me a pound," he proclaims triumphantly.