Witness tampering. Going to law against doctors...

 ...When you go to law against a doctor and his police accomplices,you will meet universal hostility and obstruction from all doctors and all their police colleagues. When the police are being sued for blacklisting in tandem with an action for the claim of libel or criminal defamation,you have not just a dangerous path to traverse with even wayward individuals but even musical and comedy stars and political journalists.

You have a very difficult legal route and must stick to it resolutely against paranoid schizophrenics and police. Both types of culprits have delusions of grandeur.

How,so?

The litigant must approach the deep waters of the High Court from the shallows of a tribunal or the Auditor-General's Office when fraud or loss of earnings are alleged.

Sooner or later you will meet the main culprit in a shop or place of business such as a public house where he or they will offer to buy you a drink. Politely refuse,saying,"I don't accept gifts from people I don't know or rarely talk to outside their place of work." The imposter is a police agent of some sort and only invited you into his circle of acquaintances because he thought that you were another police agent. In my instance,that was Mc Guckian of Mivan, Mallusk, Co Antrim.

Defences?

Trade unions?

 No membership of any worthwhile organisation is ever without cost,effort or due reward so PROTECT YOURSELF against fellow travellers such as Mc Guckian by outing them to your solicitor and the courts.

Le but de geste? La Comedie Francaise (theatre of the absurd),July-August 1988. Irish irony

French irony as in my wicked 'Spielplan' of July 1988 is open sarcasm and thinly-concealed invective dressed up as 'gay' repartee.

France, itself? My experience as a migrant?Le jeus d'Afrique which accompany this atypical vile French repartee? 

French and German 'theatre macabre' amount to nothing short of the brutal and barbaric mistreatment of refugees and prisoners at the hands of Senegalese and Congolese thugs and doormen and les pieds noires at Parisian night shelters.

Irish irony? 

Irish irony is a countryman's response to a know-it-all,not irony at all but rather subtle mockery and hollow praise. Irish irony usually comes from a woman or a 'woman' speaking a woman's or publican's part. This irony is a short preface to the hearer to a proper c...'s actual opinion which the listener will hear very soon afterwards. Then he will speak with the voice of Mob who,the Preacher said,was possessed of 2 000 demons. 

That,in the IRA's case,was all the active members whose loyalty they commanded in that elusive organisation's recent Northern span of existence.

 Bowyer Bell's tales of 1 000 recruits to the Belfast IRA in 1970?

 Ridiculed by the IRA and British Army,alike.

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31.5.2022

After the battle?

It occurs to me,more recently,that the whole driving point of my 'play' of July-August 1988 in Rathmines (le jeu, giocco, Spielplan, carambouillage,literary ménage a trois) was in reply to what Werner,der verruckter Baggerfahrer of my Deutsche Asphalt remembrance (1979) referred to as being the way of things in Germany. His characterisation was to weakly compare its national life and domestic culture to Ireland as "Umgekehrt!". Put more simply,he was signalling that life in Germany was 'other way about'.

He intended to counterpose the Irish domestic vision of the "bean a' ti" (or 'woman of the house') with Der Hausmeister or a family unit dominated by a dictatorial, parsimonious father.

 We should read instead of this tight-fisted German headman the Irish Catholic open-handed,loving mother or housewife on the Italian,not German,model.

Instead of the inconsistency, intemperance and sexual incontinence of the German type,read the Little Irish Mother.

German women? Irish women?

 For the old German bisom,read the little Irish mother and a family full of playfulness, joy, happiness and light whose long,motherly tutorial efforts are eventually crowned with success.

 In Billy Joel's words,German families "all go down together".

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21.11.2022

But,I am avoiding the issue which I alluded to in the Spielplan of July-August 1988. 

The issue alluded to in that gameplan is nothing other than a characterisation of a police informer and a nest of informers such as Irish, Australian and English Communist(s), typical of that sort being the 'compromised' type. These I had already met in England and was meeting in Ireland. I awkwardly and incoherently tried to characterise the personages of O Riordain and Mc Cartan in my 'gay' dramatis persona. Both of these were paid police and Garda informers.

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What was I trying to say in a nutshell in that epigrammatic piece of doggerel nonsense and prose?

Birds of a feather flock together, politicians and 'dicker' men.

The butt of the joke was the then US President,a known FBI informer. He had  accepted money for information rather than take the intelligent option and keep his snout clean and give information through a priest, lawyer or other politician. Everyone who accepts money for old rope or old books that end up in a bin or charity shop,very quickly becomes entangled with doctors of  divinity or medical doctors and police informers. Police,pokes and doctors are paid by the State.

After the 'play' of 1988 came the cutting off of Czech and East German funds and Russian political support for Western Communists. I let  the Russians know outright in my tour de force that their money was being embezzled for private purposes by O Riordain. 

O Riordain and his delivery of The Judgement (23 December 1991)?

O Riordain stepped down when he realised that the people around him were manipulating him. His followers' ploy was what is called in British military parlance,"a game of soldiers".

The moral of the story?

An unhappy ending and tears,my fine fellows,is what becomes of all politicians like Tony Blair and those who run over people when they're drunk or are deselected or forced out for gross misconduct by others jockeying for high office and well-paid positions. Many instances of a semi-humorous nature featured in my now dated monologue delivered ex tempo in July-August 1988 in Rathmines,Dublin.

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Or,as someone once said,

"The French and Irish would all betray anyone including a member of their own family if you offered to buy them a pint of Guinness. The clergy can do nothing any more to correct the harm done by bad priests,loose women like Berniece Swift and Michelle Gildernew or their partners in crime in paramilitary gangs. Informers are forced to rely on either the police or soldiers to get them out of trouble with those they betray and insult, Gildernew being the most prominent Provo politician at that game. In both France and Ireland,the Army have to be called in to deal with the problems posed by ratbag Arabs and,in Ireland,the police have to be called in to deal with rioting outside drug pushers homes. That is what Ruball na n-ean is all about because,judging by the beetroot head of Seosamh Mac Grianna,that wasn't his real name,he was Charlie something or other,poteen was the source of his problems and of all Provos and hardened drinkers. It was the favoured bevvy of rioters too and potato-spirits of German thugs."

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The same goes for the drinkers of absinthe in France, Belgium and the Netherlands.....

Which brings us to the nub of the problem with informers and police 'commandos' such as 'Willy' Russell, Derek Abbott and Ernie Wilson, public houses,taverns,retail stores selling alcohol and what goes with that,cheating the unwary out of their wages. 

"They do that in association with people who the police put to work for low pay or no pay like Carol Johnston and Nigel Kerins. That's his real name of the tinker who did it with ........Norman K. was the real name of the ringleader and be had a background in the Australian Army,probably the SAS. Others tried to muscle in on the act 'but the Australian SAS warned them about what you'd do to them and their families'.

"They had previous experience of your old tricks which you learned somewhere and you and others' antics with guns."

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A quick follow-up to the 'Spielplan' of July-August 1988 and the Judgement (23 December 1991)...unpaid labour 1992-2004...

The key to the unpaid work dilemma for myself was the Protestant evangelical clergy and its hangers-on such as Brendan Jones and Howard Mc Master and gullible "charitable" publicans' wives-they gave them "loads a' money" (with apologies to the actor known as Harry Enfield). Meals were proferred in lieu of wages. 

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The epithet ained at these charitable exploiters?

"Some claim you're good for business and going to marry their daughter".

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13.12.2022

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Once again,the bon mot of the 'play' of July-August 1988,"All things must pass".

Its background?

My roundabout links to Gorbachev?

 'Openness, Restructuring, Democratisation' was my slogan. Velekhovsky stole my work. Gorbachev soon found out and gave the money for my work to the IRA because of Manus Maguire of the Special Branch's intervention. 

1988-1991?

I was powerless to change the course of events in this country or England or Asia. The latter are all linked to one another,not to Russia or Europe.

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International equanimity and agreement?

Until both China democratises and Yugoslavia rises from the ashes,there will never again be peace in Europe.

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All the nonsense of a faintly humorous nature articulated by myself was as to bringing Russia into the world market and full trading relations with the West by going over the head of Russian 'politicians' whose credo was despite what they thought idealism and that moral system had lost its source of credibility in the 1930's at the latest.

I was familiar with the size,shape and form of these hardened drinkers and orphans attracted to Communism.

I mocked O Riordain as a embezzling alcoholic and Mc Cartan as his trusty knave who he sent for '5the party pistol' to deal with the imminent threat to Russian Bolshevism.

O Murchu I categorised in song as "that wee fat mannie who would call me his own dearie".

And myself,I categorised as "an old maid who would die in the garret".

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Russian dreams of equality with the West soon evaporated under pressure of German revanchism and US militarism.

While the departure of the United States from the world stage can only be brought about by force,its brutal and barbaric reign of terror, poisoning and death is far from reaching its end.

America must be stopped from attacking other countries and pillaging their resources and isolating and robbing the brightest and the best in its vassal states.

World peace is a distant prospect and China is not the country to face down and subdue the American hydra.

Getting rid of one tyranny is marked with my imprint but destroying the Evil Empire is the work not of one siren voice but many nations and people's acting together to cauterise the wounds left by the US terror apparatus of destruction and ruin.

Some of my false witticisms from July- August 1988.... subsequent lessons for the student of hospital employees ..and an instance of theatre macabre or chaff....

In the long forgotten summer of 1988,I charted the future course of liberation for the prison colonies of the East. The plan for change included many fripperies and pleasantries addressed to the world leaders of the time but it also contained many hollow mockeries directed at Irish rebels and the followers of the republican tradition and our surmises and illusions....

One of the false witticisms of this drama to an audience of hidden listeners ran,

"War is like comedy, it's all about timing." (Der Spielplan, July-August 1988,Dublin)

Sotto voce, what did I repeat to myself?

I repeated exactly what I said following the Newry mortar attack,"What have I  done?"

It was then that I,in my monologue, elliterated most of the lyrics of "Hurt" for the attentions of an American "junkey and Evangelical hate-preacher" and "Fields of  Gold" for a " blond-haired,blue-eyed English songster and all-round wonderboy".

That summer of 1988,left to cast my net in solitude, I  also slipped into a sense of foreboding. I realised where my strong grasp of guerrilla tactics and moral abandonment was leading,namely to deep depression. (I was hospitalised on 25 April 1992, four days after the opening shots of the real IRA campaign against Britain had begun. That campaign began with the bombing of the Commercial Union building in the City of London.)

My 'success'?

My success in effecting change was much to the chagrin of paid informers and police agents of MI5 such as Michael Mc Manus, Denis Donaldson and and Terence 'Cleeky' Clarke and corner-boys who infiltrated that armed body of men, people who wanted me dead. Those people were bedded by a superior form of MI 5 hooker such as Lynn Patterson,Brigid Napier or Phyllis Bateson.

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The government agent's idea of payback or "value" for my 'plan'? 

One informer,John W.,would have summed up this play as a piece of 'value' in the words of a Cork student brawler of my acquaintance as "Bullshit beats brains every time '. 

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The IRA of the 1980's in the rearview mirror?

The hurlers on the ditch aside, many IRA men indulged themselves with people who were paedophiles,rapists and thieves. They  recruited that litter of pups from the prisons where they had been imprisoned for burglary and sex offences. Everyone in Belfast knew the Belfast Provisionals were "the sweepings of the floor" ( Jack Delaney, Cookstown).

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We speak likewise in Fermanagh to spies and policemen and people who "ask too many questions and go behind people's back to tell made-up stories".  I am thinking in particular of Malcolm Mc Evoy and Deirdre Cunningham,both of whom should be put in long-stay sheltered living accommodation to be monitored every day,three or four times per day.Those uncooperative stooges are known sex offenders as is Brendan Tumilty of the Killyclogher Parish.

Casuistry?

Say to these people wherever you happen to meet them, " I am not interested in what you have to say or your problems. Go and see a solicitor or speak to a judge in private if you have been accused of any offence or cut off your sources of income by the authorities. He'll soon tell you who is the culprit. The real offender has done it to others and is a cipher for some judge or 'penniless, briefless barrister'". That is how Karl Marx described Wolfe Tone and would undoubtedly have referred to Paddy Pearse.

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But,I digress,

The follow-up to the 'world plan' of the summer in question with more instructions came in September 1999.

I recommended the neutrals put Putin in power along with the Russian Government to do precisely what he is doing now,namely to put manners on gobshites such as American politicians and a Belfast tramp called Gerry Adams and "active citizens" such as John W... and Peter Mc Kenna.

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5.3.2023

Theatre macabre,1988

My eulogy for the director of Dracula ('Nosferatu',1932) was as in Der Spielplan, July-August 1988. It was a piece of theatre macabre...

It ran,regarding 'pubescent' (unborn) children,

"H'oi rapes and moiders 'em and buries 'em in a boghole out at Arney...'M.O.R'.:"Have you actually been to Arney?"...'Myself': "' oi 'asn't bah h'oi's goin' there.."

This was an evocation of the average English countryman,in this instance of a Bedfordshire builder's labourer who I encountered on a building site at Surrey Docks,Rotherhithe in February to March 1988. I was briefly employed there to work my passage back to Ireland. ( The parties in the British Army allowing me to work there wanted to cause serious bodily injury to myself. I was under surveillance by the SAS and Metropolitan Police both at the time in Hackney.)

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8.3.2023

The London bombs

Footnote to entry in post of 5.3.2023. I had  fully mapped out my targets in terms of blast potentialities,vehicle types and registration numbers and planned to deploy similar types which would not excite undue suspicion. I had worked out the modus operandi and organisation of the London Station when I went to work as a builder's labourer in Surrey Docks.

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Black comedy

Another part of the 'world plan' ( Der Spielplan, July-August 1988) was an evocation of  Uncle Tom humour,as in Louis Armstrong in Gone with the Wind (Louis Selznick, 1948). 

That ran,

"You no' take me to the slave market in Charleston on Monday,massa,I knows the massa's massa,the massa's massa's massa,the massa's massa's massa'massa,the massa's massa's massa's massa's massa...I's a good boy,you not get much money for me...."

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Also evoking Black America and one of its modern icons Cassius Clay/Muhammad Ali and his struggle for acceptance by White America in the face of Italian-American and Jewish-American endogenous racism,I turned to iconoclasm in my monologue for an audience of three,

"I am the Greatest, ain't never been a boxer like me,I am the greatest boxer that's ever lived...Harry [Zimmerman/Carpenter,BBC TV],I'm goin' to put Joe Frazier down in the seventh round,no, I'm going to put him down in the ninth,maybe the tenth,no later than the eleventh... he's a good boxer but I's better...I'll get up and show you my moves,[you miserable little Jewish b.....d,have you ever seen those hungry children in Harlem or down South or a little girl with her dress torn because you want to drive a bigger car... can't you see what banks and farmers are doing to our people just because of our colour and our big noses...hey,your noses are bigger than ours... haven't you seen the pictures..]...

"....I's gonna to dance like a butterfly and sting like a bee..."

In summa veritas,

What Muhammad Ali could not see or bring himself to accept was DIFFERENCE. He hated the Presbyterians with a vengeance because of his slave background and the Scots in particular.

Ali did not realise that his worst enemies and best friends lay in Black America.

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My later follow-up in Paris in April 2005 ran,

"Je presenterai les noires avec un President africain-irlandais en 2007-8."

Mais bon servi,Mustafa/Michel a Paris.

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12.3. 2023

Black comedy on a theme

I in this episode corrupted Ali to say,"No German ever called me 'a drunken Irish labourer' like Thatcher's favourite writer, Catherine Cookson called her father....,"....

....The monologue delivered in a CIA safehouse was interspersed with bowdlerised melodies in the manner of intelligent irony of the French kind..

One of those was," I say,thank you for the guns,the joy they' re bringing,thanks for the TNT,the damage it's doing,thanks for all the Brits and police we're killing...."..and then, breaking into a rhetorical canter I started to 'barney' with the targets,the real targets,of my prescient ire, 

...."...all together,now, with one voice,thank Gorbachev for not paying me,the real architect of openness,restructuring and reconstruction and plans for partnership with Western firms,for the fruit of my intellectual endeavours....if only I can persuade them to drop their nuclear guard and lighten up. Truth be told,Russia is falling ever further behind the West and there is no improvement in sight until the Communist Party relaxes its grip on Eastern Europe and Russian society,too. You don't help a country that's threatening to destroy you and your society or undermine your way of life by swamping it with Afghan heroin. That's why you're in Afghanistan,no other reason and if you check your facts,Mick, you'll find that large parts of your own country are full of drugs,too....."

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Another bowdlerised song ran,

"I am going to sing like a canary. Yes,boss,I am going to sing like a canary".

And the nature of this 'song' ran as addressed to Mick O Riordain,"It's you, it's you, it's you can make my dreams come true...You are my sunshine,my one and only sunshine. You're one good lookin' woman,Mick,but you won't fool me. You're what Paisley and Mc Guinness would refer to as a loose woman,a Jezebel. You won't fool me with all your charms,ye tramp,ye. I condemn you,I excoriate you.... You're the devil in disguise,oh,yes you are, you're the devil in disguise... Devil woman..."

And,

"You are my one and only....it's love, Mick, song of my heart's desire.....cos' you're having my baby....our love will last for eternity..."

I leave the mocking nature of the anti-authoritarian nature of this discourse to intelligent discernment not the minds of female yakking birds such as Nicola Lawlor and Brid Smith,both of whom are bagwomen for British Military Intelligence.

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At that time out of a sense of self-preservation, I built a number of fallbacks into this 'play' so as to prevent its widespread publication.

I was anxious that it would not be published in my lifetime except to Reagan and the head of the CIA and to the multifarious levels of the KGB.

The results of my intervention were that the Czech Internal Security Service (STB) and East German Stasi engineered the end of what can only be described as a grossly repressive political and ideological system whose time had passed. That society had little popular support. 

Stalinism was in the final analysis sustained by police government as are Britain and Ireland and Germany. All are societies in need of change. For a play or plan about a democratic turnaround in Ireland of the Irish Unity nonsense-type,Olaf Schmidt was nominated by German Military Intelligence after I met them in Charlie's pub in Enniskillen on 7.9.1999. ( I was arrested some weeks later.)

His Master's Voice. Adams,an Open Letter

 A man of no discernible talent,human quality or real ability spoke another's part,my part,about Protestants in September 1983.

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Adams stated,

 "Planters and those who came here in the seventeenth century should be offered repatriation grants."

Something I would like you to know,my fine fellow,is this... You spoke my part because it was you and Morrison who I wanted to see the back of. You have never talked any sense as far as I am concernedl. You sent many young men to their death.

Le but de la geste de ma rhodomontade du 1983? 

French irony. My response to the cutting off of IRA men's weekly allowance of £10 in August 1982 and the introduction by Adams of military bondage.

The money?The men left holding the baby? 

Gerry Adams embezzled that stolen money and went on wild,rarum-scarum jaunts around the world in succeeding years. 

His sole personal motivation?

Petty jealousies, small-minded pride and unwholesome self-conceit.