IF THIS ONE DOESN'T GET ME JAILED YOU'RE ALREADY DEAD

Sitting on a bench in the park.

Lovely rain falling in a light mist.

From among the reeds, one of the water hens calls a greeting to me.

Honest to goodness she does.

I'm a bit nervy.

Just as I'd parked at the edge of the lake, a shock jock on my car radio who calls himself Niall Boylan had begun sneering about the Catholic church.

Kind of angries up the blood.

Ho hum.

A new pogrom is underway.

The excuse as per usual is yet another tendentious government commissioned slander, styled a report, accusing past generations of priests and nuns of all sorts of inhumanity in their running of care homes for unmarried mothers back in the 1920s.

The report was compiled by the Roland Feissler of the Irish Republic Judge Yvonne Murphy.

Air hostess Yvonne retired from her work at the mile high club to become the star prosecutor of the third Irish reich, through the simple process of riding members of the Labour Party.

Principles.

That's what she's got.

Principles.

Well if she can make stuff up about deceased priests and nuns and the past generations to whom we owe everything, surely I can make up stuff about her.

The difference is, what I'm saying is true.

Contact Ian O'Doherty at the bankrupt Irish Independent newspaper Yvonne,

He'll explain to you how it works.

Ironically the shockingly great Niall Boylan who claims that in his infancy he was a resident with his mother at a church run home, might be seen to have more of a duty to defend the Catholic Church than I do.

If not for the sanctity of life culture gifted to Ireland by the Catholic Church his mother would most likely have done what the young hoors do nowadays and aborted him or infanticided him.

This is what I'm saying.

The present generation of Irish murderers such as Niall Boylan and air hostess Yvonne are in no position to slander the heroic generations who came before us.

There are swans on the lake.

The rain is lovely.

Across from me, the chimney from the furnace at Naas hospital is belching white smoke.

I wonder what that smoke is made of.

The Germans used to pretend they never knew.