Sitting quaffing a coffee in a cafe with a fine view of hills and plains, I dialled up Padre Baines on the mobile phone.
"Padre did we have a bet on the American elections a few years ago?"
"We did James."
"I think I won a hundred quid off you back in 2016, the year Donald Trump got in."
"You did. I seem to remember you tried to get me to increase the bet to a thousand shortly before the voting."
"Ah Padre, it would have made a great story. We'd have dined out on it. How about another hundred on tonight's result?"
"No way."
"I'll give you your choice. Even money either candidate."
"No. I'm not betting. But who are you supporting, Kamala or Trump?"
"I think Mr Trump is unfit for office," I told him. "And Kamala is more of an abortionist than he is. So I'll be watching but just because I find American democracy so fascinating. I won't have a horse in the race unless you bet with me."
"Sorry James."
Somewhat disconsolately I bid him adieu.
Under Bergoglio the Apostate, the Catholic Church is really losing its dash.
And clearly my incipient gambling addiction is not as cured as I thought it was.
All around the heartland of Kildare, talk seemed to be of the American elections.
At the bookshop in Kildare town the lady proprietor told me a lot of her customers would be staying up to watch the results come in.
The owners of the cafe had told me the same thing.
As I rambled through misty November weathers, an old lady in the street shouted something about me being a Trump supporter.
I was quite bemused.
Later, like about half the population of Ireland apparently, I too stayed up all night watching the results come in by television and computer.
The congenitally anti Trump lefties at NBC were doing a tolerably competent job in suppressing their overt loathing for Mr Trump so I stayed with them most of the night.
Fox News isn't available on television in Ireland as its owners the Australian media mogul Murdock family, fear its availability here would damage their credentials with Euro trash socialists and Jihadis alike. The Murdocks crave the approval of such types and court them copiously through their abysmal Sky News outlet which was available and unwatched by me. Nor was Fox election night coverage being live streamed on the internet. Fox reports were posted on Youtube an hour after their unavailable live broadcast. I thought this was a bad business decision by the Murdocks. I could not trouble myself to watch their recorded footage. Thankfully idiot banks have lent the Murdocks so many billions that bad business decisions or not, the banks themselves cannot afford the Murdocks to go under. Here is the news. They're going under anyway.
The BBC coverage was a yawn fest. How the mighty have fallen. Ditto CNN.
With half the Irish nation staying up to watch the results live, the Bolshevick Irish national broadcaster RTE, funded through compulsory taxation on the gulpens, ie the citizenry, allowed its overpaid staff to go to bed so that they could be fresh as daisies reporting the biggest story on earth in the morning when it was all over.
Glenn Beck had the best internet based coverage with a likeable panel and measured pro Trump commentary.
I stopped watching Ben Shapiro's thoroughly capable coverage when some of the eejits on his panel started smoking cigars. Smoking cigars is not a sign of individuality or bold rebelliousness, and I'll warrant few enough people want to watch eejits smoking them.
The coverage on Mark Steyn's pro Trump website was scanty enough. At first there were no postings at all coming through to my computer but eventually stuff started to appear. I'm not sure if the fault was mine or his. Since Steyn has retreated to the remoter margins of online commentary, being worshipped by a lost tribe of internet trolls as their mad half Belgian, half Canadian, naturalised American, sort of Irish, white god, he's gone full Colonel Kurtz, one moment calling for civil war, the next urging everyone to get out and vote. I've been a bit leery of him since with the rise of Donald Trump a few years ago, he turned turk on both Mr Bush and the war on terror. Mac V had told me to terminate his command at some stage but I found the extended metaphor too wearisome and couldn't really be bothered.
There were copious bomb threats being phoned in to some of the election night count centres. Robert Spencer on his Jihad Watch website seemed sceptical about the FBI's attribution of the bomb threats to Russian email server addresses, a scepticism which I thought spoke more about the bona fides of Mr Spencer himself than about anything else.
During the night word came through that Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu had just fired his Defence Minister Yoav Gallant. I had regarded Mr Gallant as the man who would be king and I believed the US Biden Administration had conveyed the same idea to Mr Gallant himself, assuring him that he was their favoured choice for Prime Minister of Israel. Prime Minister Netanyahu's decision to show him the door on this night of all nights was a sign to me that Donald Trump was about to win the American Presidency.
In the early hours of the morning Irish time, the Pennsylvania count centre attempted their usual shenanigans with Trump leading, announcing a suspension of the count for the night. The Republicans were ready with lawyers and the count continued.
The count in Georgia was slow but the burst pipe shenanigans of 2020 did not materialise.
The count in Arizona actually was suspended but Arizona wasn't the key and nobody seemed to care.
I went to bed at 10 am Irish time waking up in the late afternoon to find a voice message from Padre Baines on my mobile.
The message said: "Well James, I suppose you're delighted. Donald Trump has won again."
I groaned like a heffalump in pain.
No matter what I say or write, I will be remembered near and far in the fantasistic collective imagination of the gnath daoine as an unrepentant Trump supporter.
I quite like the newly elected President's purported Health Department guy Robert F Kennedy though.
He'll last about six weeks working for President Trump.