the evil that the bankrupt daily mirror and itv do

Karin Ward, one of the women who has accepted money from newspapers and television stations in return for trashing the reputation of deceased broadcaster Jimmy Savile, has today accused still living broadcaster Freddie Starr of over reacting to similar attempts she has made to trash his reputation, ie the reputation of Freddie Starr.
It's always a bit more dangerous for liars and star f--kers to trash the reputations of the living.
Karin Ward's claims about Freddie Starr have lasted right up until the moment Freddie Starr responded to them.
She has immediately shifted tack and insists that in rejecting her claims about him "Freddie Starr is over reacting."
The newspapers attempting to profit from Karin Ward's belated accusations have been focussing on inconsistencies in Freddie Starr's story.
They have not dwelt over much on Karin Ward's immediate response to Freddie Starr going ballistic on hearing her allegations.
Remember what this supposed victim said.
"Freddie Starr is over reacting."
This is the calibre of the witnesses being used to destroy the reputation of Jimmy Savile.
But there's no risk of Jimmy Savile calling their bluff, is there?
He's safely dead.

in time of the breaking of persons

I really don' think the Daily Mirror and its media accomplices will live to profit from their attempted ruination of the reputation of deceased media broadcaster Jimmy Savile.
People are developing a critical faculty about these things.
And even people who can't explain everything that is being alleged recognise that there is something vile in what the newspaper and broadcast media groups are doing.
A similar atmosphere now prevails in Western culture as once prevailed in Russia, China and Eastern Europe after those countries had atheistic communist revolutions imposed on them.
An atmosphere of score settling.
Or consider the case of France during its atheistic revolution of the 18th century.
Anyone could be accused.
Anyone could be accused of being a class traitor.
The accusation was enough.
The accusation meant death.
No reputation was safe.
This is where we are now with uncorroborated accusations of child abuse against dead celebrities.

how useless are the irish police force

The noble Heelers is sitting on a bench at the Luas tram station known as Red Cow.
It is 3.20pm on Thursday 4th October in the year of our lord 2012.
Beside him sits an Irish girl with shoulder length brown hair who may be in her early twenties.
She has a hard little face but is not without appealing attributes.
(Heelers means breasts. - Ed note)
She is speaking into a mobile phone.
She says:
"The police broke into Ross's gaff. They broke down the door. So now the door is just lying there. And they didn't find it. Do you know where it was hidden? Do you know where it was? It was in the bin. Ross had put it in the bin. I mean the bin would be the first place I'd look if I was in the Guards. But they didn't find it. And now Ross doesn't have a door."

what my nephew said next

"Uncle James, what do you do to get money?"

one from the vaults

THE HEELERS EMAILS MEETS THE IRISH LABOUR PARTY...

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----- Forwarded Message -----
From: Dermot OGara <Dermot.OGara@Oireachtas.ie>
To: jameshealy50@eircom.net
Sent: Wed, 27 Jul 2011 18:36:17 +0100 (IST)
Subject: Mailing list
Mr Healy,
At your request, and in consultation with Deputy Jack Wall, we have
removed you from our mailing list for the Kildare area.
We do not intend to communicate with you henceforth, and I would request
that you would not contact anybody from this office in future.
Respectfully,
Dermot O'Gara
Labour Party Press Office
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Heelers to Scruff...
O'Gara.
How nice of you to finally stoop down from Mount Olympus and respond to my repeated requests over the past five years for you and your atheistic abortionist anti Catholic barstewards in the Labour Party to stop contacting me.
I'll miss your plaintive little missives from atheistic hell.
How strange, indeed lie-billious, of you to imply that I had ever at any time attempted to contact you or your office other than to tell you in the plainest possible language to stop contacting me.
Now after five years clogging up my in box with press releases about Michael D Higgins's latest poem or Jack Wall's latest foot path opening, you actually have the nerve to tell me not to attempt to get in touch with you.
Naughty, naughty, very naughty.
It beggars belief that a pissant little Labour Party apparatchik would dare to issue an instruction to me as to who I may or may not try to contact.
By the way, in describing you as a pissant little Labour Party apparatchik I know I am overstating your personal attributes and accomplishments.
It's called poetic licence.
Michael D Higgins will explain it to you.
In any case as a free citizen of the Republic of Ireland I will attempt to contact whomsoever I choose whenever I choose about whatever I choose.
You Labour Party representatives and staffers are supposed to be servants of the Irish people.
You are not in a position to issue edicts, or dictats, or petty instructions.
You are not dictators over us.
Not yet you're not.
Because of 1500 years of Chrisianity the Irish people are unlikely to bow to a bunch of cheap Marxist cast offs like you and the Labour Party any time soon.
We tend not to get too excited by your posturings even when you have the temerity to send us the most unctious and presumptuous communications which dare to imply we might want to know you.
It's unlikely I'll ever want to contact any of you.
I never have in the past.
You are beneath my contempt O'Gara.
So at long last it's Adieu from me to the Labour Party.
Adieu, adieu adieu.
To yieu, and yieu, and yieu.
Could you pass on my farewells to those great working class Labour Party heroes Prionsias De Rossa, Pat Rabbitte and Eamon Gilmore.
Is it true they spent the 1970's driving around Dublin in a battered Ford Cortina robbing banks in the name of the revolution and/or cheerleading for the old Soviet Union's attempted takeover of the world?
(Can I be sued O'Gara if I get the make of the car wrong?)
Now they squat in plush bottomed splendour in the Irish parliament, each drawing a hundred grand a year in salaries, plus a hundred grand a year in administrative expenses, plus another hundred grand a year for their travelling expenses, plus yet another hundred grand a year in pension contributions.
Still.
That's socialism I suppose.
Would you also pass on my fond farewells to Michael D Higgins whose scant parliamentary achievements have included publishing volumes of his own vacuous near worthless verse at tax payers' expense thereby compelling me and the citizenry through Arts Council funding to finance his insufferable maunderings (ie his poetry), while interestingly enough also simultaneously compelling me and the citizenry to finance his Bolshevick Irish language television channel TG4, and at precisely the same time compelling the entire nation to finance via cinema subventions from ye olde aforementioned State funding his leftist pal Gerry Stembridge's unwatchable films to the tune of tens of millions of pounds.
Not to mention Higgy's payment of a hundred million dollars of my money to long past it American director Roger Corman in order to set up a no hoper film studio in Michael D Higgins' bailiwick of the Back Of Beyonds. (Connemara surely? - Ed note)
A hundred million quid of tax payers money just so Roger Corman could postpone his retirement from exploitation flicks for a decade and Michael D Higgins could have his name printed on fifty unwatched movies as something he calls an Executive Producer.
(Executive Producer is a movie industry term to denote someone who has financed a a series of hopeless woefully inept low rent films with my money.)
The entire citizenry of Ireland got to be film makers, eh.
That is to say we all got to finance films made by Michael D Higgins' friends.
Any of those films make a profit?
No they did not.
Did Michael D Higgins get a (red) cent?
Oh Michael D Higgins and his friends were all well paid.
The enigmas endure.
Perhaps my fondest memory of Michael D Higgins will remain his squiring around Dublin of the terrorist dictator Danilo De Saavedra De Ortega of Nicaragua.
The same dictator was later accused by his adopted daughter of raping her repeatedly throughout her childhood.
Michael D Higgins never could quite bring himself to disown his child raping terrorist pal, could he?
Althought Michael D Higgins  has been most vociferous in this age of societal wide child abuse sweeping every segment of the nation, most vociferous I say, in trying to propagate the malicious lie, the utterly malign untruth, the arrantly false notion in the public mind that most child abuse cases and the worst child abuse cases occur at the hands of priests.
Still.
That's socialism I suppose.
Well O'Gara, I must be going.
You are beginning to bore me.
Oh.
I almost forgot.
Please also give my very best regards to Ruairi Quinn our new Minister for Education. Gonna seize all the Catholic schools is he? Gonna run em in the name of Chairman Mao will he?
Tell me O'Gara.
Does it ever trouble you that a grown man like Ruairi Quinn deliberately cuts his hair and beard to make himself look like Lenin, yet another mass murdering terrorist dictator?
I mean if a teenager did it, we'd be worried.
But a grown man.
Ho hum.
Strange too that Ruairi's brother Lochlainn should be a Board Member of collapsed gangster financial institution Allied Irish Bank. Strange that Lochlainn should have 30 million spare quid in his back pocket for buying vineyards in France. What exactly was AIB paying him for? I thought Board Members, even Boshevick leftist atheistic abortionist Labour Party supporting Board Members, were paid for preventing companies going bust. Yet after all those years of declaring profits through accountancy tricks we suddenly discover AIB has a debt of billions, a sum that can literally never be repaid.
So now the Irish people are gonna take up the tab,eh?
The Irish people are going to bail out Ruairi Quinn's brother's bank.
And Ruairi Quinn's brother will of course get to keep his vineyard.
Still.
That's socialism I suppose.
And we thought we'd voted for an alternative to Fianna Fail kleptocracy.
I'll tell you.
You scum are going to collapse the economy and the nation worse than the Fianna Failers.
And that's saying something.
At least the Fianna Failers had souls.
One more thing.
I don't wish to detain you.
But will you give my fondest and most sincere farewells of all to Jack Wall, the great Mumbly Joe of South Kildare.
If I'm not mistaken, Jack Wall at one time held seats in no less than three different elected chambers all at the same time.
And of course he drew a salary for all of them.
And he drew extensively on those kickbacks which are euphemistically referred to by the invidious political class as travelling expenses.
Athy Town Council, Kildare County Council, and the Irish parliament, wasn't it?
I know that Saint Padre Pio is supposed to have been capable of bilocation but it takes the Labour Party to come up with tri location.
And didn't Jack claim in the region of 150 grand for travelling expenses to parliament alone one year recently?
Just for travelling up and down from Athy to Dublin?
He must have been eating an awful lot of crisps at the petrol stations.
And hasn't Jack's son Mark inherited one of his Daddy's local council seats.
It all smells a bit like dynastic succession to me.
Still.
That's socialism I suppose.
You tell Jack Wall from me.
You tell him O'Gara.
You tell Jack Wall that by siding with you atheistic scoundrels in your attacks on the Church, he has betrayed everything Ireland is or ever was.
You tell him from me.
Jack Wall can suck my hairy bawls.
Hmmm.
Farewell to the Labour Party indeed.
Before I go.
One final question.
Did you people really appoint John Whelan to the Senate? Is it the same John Whelan who tried to make a name for himself by firing me from a now defunct newspaper called the Leinster Leader, and who was then dumped from the newspaper himself two weeks later? Is this the John Whelan who showed up on RTE television whining about the stigma of being unemployed? And you lot put him in the Irish Senate? This was the unkindest cut of all! You cosmic gobshites.
Well O'Gara.
I've delighted you long enough.
FOAD.
James
PS: It stands for F--- off and die.



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(First published October 2011)

out of the mouths of babes

Sitting on the couch.
On my left is ould Sexy Mac Sex the Spanish Au Pair.
On my right is one of the neighbour's kids, cute as a button.
This is a gimme.
Now to show the Spanish Au Pair how good I am with children.
Spanish Au Pairs love guys who are great with children.
And the kid thinks I'm great.
No contest.
Let's get ready for some real Heelers ham, schmaltz, sage advice and a reading from Doctor Seuss.
Here we go.
"James," says the neighbour's kid, "why aren't you married like everyone else?"

the big question

British police are tonight making tea and sandwiches for child murdering ex  British soldier Mark Bridger.
Mark Bridger is refusing to tell them what he did with his latest victim, a little girl named April.
I suppose we'll find out someday at Mark Bridger's leisure.
Meanwhile morally and financially bankrupt British and Irish media groups continue their slander war against the reputation of deceased broadcaster Jimmy Savile.
Now tell me.
Does anyone seriously think Mark Bridger should not be water boarded right this minute to find out the location of the little girl he has just violated and killed?

the shy and retiring charlie bird

Charlie Bird, a long standing fixture as news reporter at Ireland's anti Catholic broadcaster RTE, is retiring.
His retirement has been accompanied by the usual snow storm of praise that accompanies the most worthless scoundrels into their graves in this country.
Here is the news.
If Charlie Bird had been a great journalist he would at some stage have reported on his own atheistic Marxianism.
If Charlie Bird had been a great journalist he would at some stage have produced a programme about the infiltration of RTE by a cadre of communist agents during the late 1960's and early 1970's.
If Charlie Bird had been a great journalist he would at some stage have admitted to be a member of the communist terror army styled the IRA.
If Charlie Bird had been a great journalist he would at some stage have brought into the public domain his knowledge that his faction of the IRA, styled the official IRA, was like the other faction of the IRA, styled the Provisional IRA, working for the KGB in Moscow.
If Charlie Bird had been a great journalist he would at some stage have exposed the infiltration of the upper echelons and pseudo elites of Irish society for atheistic abortionist Marxian communists working for the Moscow Centre office of the KGB.
If Charlie Bird had been a great journalist he would at some stage have challenged the machinations of Moscow Centre directed against Irish Society as a whole and the Catholic Church in particular, and aimed at handing over Ireland lock stock and two smoking barrels to Soviet Russia.
If Charlie Bird had been a great journalist he would at some stage have reported on the manipulation of news reportage in the Republic of Ireland by himself and other agents of the KGB.
If Charlie Bird had been a great journalist he would have confessed to his attempts to destroy the Catholic Church and to discredit American, British and Israeli democracy by altering the tenor of popular discourse in the Republic Of Ireland as instructed by his KGB spy masters.
If Charlie Bird had been a great journalist he would at some stage have opted for the primacy of truth.
If Charlie Bird had been a great journalist, or even a journalist with a smidgen of integrity, he would hang his head in shame.
That is all.