The killing of Frank Hegarty...

 ...I knew nothing about the killing of  Hegarty until I read of his tragic death.

In the following year,I tried to move the goalposts by ordering that noone who had betrayed less than 150 rifles should be executed.

Perhaps,I am nearly certain that I was,I was responsible for "morally-justified" "misleading reassurances" to lure an informer back from a place of safety for execution (the Security Operations Handbook which I handed over to that witless judge, Kathleen Gleeson in August 1987,Manus Maguire having already made photocopies in 1985).

I had included that tactic in 'Lures and Snares' i.e.operational tactics of the Security Unit,set up after and inspired by the 'informer crisis' of 1981-3. The S.O.H. was written during 1985-6.

Fiction factory. That foolish prat..."the war on three fronts..."

 I kid you not....the author of this nonsense?....a penniless penman of Irish International Press down on the quays of Dublin,Ed Moloney,by way of a sh..head called Michael Collins of the Sunday Press and,now,the Irish Times and another haelion called Gene Kerrigan.... originating with nationalist Walter Mittys in Ballymun and Belfast dreaming of a revival of a Gaelic Ireland....Moloney and Gene Kerrigan being the propagators of this Irish Romantic prosy...as with all gossip it originated with declassed elements and was instantly recognisable as West Coast American hyperbole in the Irish-American style...

Does anyone pay any attention to this morphine-induced madness?

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"What in hell's name were this unemployable trio of Kerrigan,Moloney and Mc Cann talking about....?!?!?!"

Thankfully,as even Alf Mc Carthy could discern (after Tommy Clancy),each volunteer could nonchalantly repeat to himself after a sojourn on "the front",

"Alas,the only harm I ever done,twas to nought but myself...."

Or, JOURNALISTS ARE WELL KNOWN FOR ALCOHOLISM...

And,as Francie Teague said,"Paper won't refuse ink...". An old country wisdom from a clever if noxious farmer who understood well the importance of peace,democratic mandates for republicanism and political representation and keeping your mouth shut about your personal business when it involves money....

"The worst sort of bast...who you will ever meet is ...

 ".....one of your own kind or someone who you have something in common with... a soldier,other journalist,writer, lawyer, policeman or social worker or professional person.... most Irish people's mortal foes are family members, politicians not excepted.. That's what O Riordain was trying to say to you in an indirect way and that you had to leave St Teresa's Gardens because it was full of drugs,some of which was finding its way into your drinking water along with washing up liquid and other substances. I know who put it there because he was in the Irish Army but I can't tell you because he would have me court martialed. The only thing any decent soldier wants to do us get out of the army as soon as possible because of the things they get up to and are asked to do " (My brother-in-law).

This message was the but de geste, of 'The Judgement' of O Riordain on 23 December 1991. His "dressing down" prior to announcing me as his successor was his reply to my piece of rhodomontade (Der 'Spielplan') of July -August 1988.

My monologue was audio- recorded by American Military Intelligence and retailed by the Department of Foreign Affairs on Saint Stephen's Green beside Smurfit Paribas 'merchant' bank for IR£500-600m. In association with Jim Crean,political figures had already formed a criminal syndicate of 'well-heeled' spoofers and other social parasites such as IRA moneylenders,Sinn Fein cornerboys,fly-by-night financial speculators and Italian economic analysts.

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8.3.2023

The Lenihan-Haughey gang fell out over how to "divvy up the spoils of the enterprise", namely publishing my 'play' to the US Government. Lenihan sent the FCA Hayes gang to kill me at Team Aer Lingus on 26.11.1990 in association with a joinery firm from Newry,one of whom was killed by the IRA on my part. A good little Belfast woman saw to that cutthroat,using a well-known double agent. She and I earlier "wrapped up our tent and headed for the hills" ( Der Spielplan, July-August 1988,Dublin). My tent was long ready to 'move a little further down the line' but was never truly packed away until Ms. Berniece Swift,the CIA spy, appeared in Northern revolutionary  circles. She never had a 'tent' to call her own,none of any note anyway.

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A Dublin "ending"

"The IRA were his friends...no,you have no friends in politics... He got out of politics in the end..."(Michael O Riordain,"Cam is casta"/'Bent and twisted',The Judgement,23 December 1991,public house on corner of Upper Clanbrassil Street/South Circular Road,Dublin 8). 

A 'Judgement' on me and mine from this convert to Judaism?

That was O Riordain's message. It was laden with pious phrases and noxious nostrums, some of them mentioned above, which he was trying to impart,the whole point to his lengthy forty-minute valedictory.