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, people such as apprentice revolutionaries,I refer to Adams after Proinsias Mac Airt of 'Ionsai ar gach Taobh' baloney...

....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 Collins all inspired  by "radical socialist journalist" Mc Cann talking about?!?!?!"

Thankfully,each volunteer could nonchalantly repeat to himself after a sojourn on "the front",

"Alas,the only harm I ever done,t'was to nought but myself...."

JOURNALISTS ARE WELL KNOWN FOR ALCOHOLISM...

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

The Enniskillen Bomb

 I had no involvement in the Enniskillen Bomb. It seems to have been aimed at Enniskillen loyalist irredentists and the riff-raff and scum attracted to the childish and immoral displays of naked sectarian hatred, British militarism and imperialism.

Only the Catholic and Protestant dog-ends are attracted to such sectarian events and the parades of hooligans claiming cultural associations.

I did however read in the London edition of the Guardian a report that Kathleen Gleeson and Seamus Caulfield were the culprits. She seems to have been trying to throw the spotlight elsewhere from her involvement in the arrest of Niall Jackman and Manus Maguire,the killing of Seamus Mc Elwaine and of myself being poisoned with amphetamines.

I believe that she told a pack of lies in the 'IRA' investigation. The subsequent statement claimed that a British Army radio scanner detonated the bomb. 

I believed that she was a poor liar and that the bomb was detonated with a timing-and-power unit built by Jimmy Mc Givern.

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In August 1988 I made my report to Martin Mc Guinness's nominee and recommended that Gleeson and Caulfield be expelled with disgrace and Jimmy Mc Givern shot in the foot to mark him out as the main 'technical' offender for building the bomb. I counselled that we " work our way around the go-between,Martin Mc Manus,because I intend, myself and others,to feed him false information about what I have in store for the English and turn a disadvantage into an advantage..."

Or,as Mick Joe Sheridan would say,"Lawyers are snakes...."

Whatever we might make of insurgency or sectarian killers,the spectre of loyalists driving into Cornagrade to break windows ended with the bombing of the military display according to Gaby Maguire (Drumcor Hill, Enniskillen/Lisnaskea). 

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Subsequent investigations 

I say to the Gardai,Dublin cutthroats and the Irish Army and Southerners who have come North to spy on Northerners while hoping to cream it off the top of the British Welfare State,

"When you're conducting under cover operations and covert surveillance,send a man not a boy or a country bumpkin,Garda sniffer dogs or a drunken haveril...."

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Sic transit gloria mundi...

The bomb at Deal Army barracks

 In August 1988 I was threatened by British Army thugs who I believed were Royal Marines. They were,in fact,overgrown English head-bangers of the Coldstream Guards.

I decided to act against the Royal Marines who I had also encountered in the 'close surveillance.operation' at Broadgate building site,the Shearson Lehman building development, in August 1986. There,the jumped-up Royal Marines hard-man,Danny Cahillane (alias Mitchell) tried out his sensory deprivation tactics and in consort with Dave Franks and John Durkan,tried to "rig" two accidents intended to be fatal...

In any case,the IRA had an open file on the Royal Marines. We decided to strike at "the soft under-belly.of British imperialism" in an operation I ordered out of the same intemperance which I had imbibed with my mother's milk and in Germany and England.

We cut the defensive perimeter wire with wire-cutters and planted a bomb next their sleeping quarters at Deal.

Eleven of these Royal Marine bandsmen were reported dead.

Around the time.of the three major attacks against military and building workers,I also included my joker,"IRA cease recruitment."

Sic transit amor armes.

I had nothing to do with the IRA after 1988.

Basta! Krieg ist aus in Irland.

The bomb attack at Ballygawley against the Light Infantry transport bus...

 I 'clocked' the old Leyland tour-bus bringing British soldiers back from their Fermanagh border posting in August-September 1987 as it made its way through Lisnaskea towards Maguiresbridge,Co. Fermanagh. I anticipated that it was, under cover of darkness,on its way to Aldergrove RAF base on a journey for the English soldiers back to Britain. I had some experience of these vicious little English bast...s at Broadgate building site the previous year with a mouthy little Scottish bricklayer.

 I decided to act. 

I made a note of the registration number, vehicle type and colours and stored the information away safely.

In August 1988 I made my report and included details of where the best location was to 'take' this bus full of troops, on the basis of what I had learned in England,namely that soldiers do not protect policemen or their barracks,unless unknowingly.

I reckoned that this bus would pass the RUC (bombed) Police Station at Ballygawley, keeping it to the left and make a 'deliberate point' of turning off the main road to do so, thereby having to slow down at the junction on the main A 5. This was yet another instance of my discovery of what I referred to as 'predictive predictability ' . It was based on the cultural apposite that "I shall protect the man on my right" (Isaiah,O.T.). These deaths show the inherent folly of arcane knowledge and occult practices.

I decided when briefing Jim Wray to specify that the bomb be placed at this junction to take advantage of the opportunity to "get my score up" telling Wray that "all targets are on the menu not just the police".

The Reid brothers detonated the bomb,to the best of my knowledge,and eight of these "strangers on a foreign shore" were reported killed by the bomb.

Ankleber (Hangers-on). "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... He is someone who attaches himself to you,a murderer who works for small rewards. Thirty pounds is a mint to him and three hundred pounds is an absolute fortune. You may not know it but he worships you and hangs on to your every word, repeating it faithfully to his large circle of acquaintances. He is what is known as a polymorph, something hated by the Catholic Church since he draws inspiration from a lot of sources. He is an artist,a soldier,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 is 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 'Spielplan' monologue of 1988 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.

AR? AK? Bluff and counter-bluff played out on our streets?

 Associative Recognition? AR-

15.1.18.

Associative Knowledge? AK-

47.78.

Team Aer Lingus! FLS !

F...ing Lying Scumbags...ergo est...

The Irish Army,that hairy-arsed bunch of 'heroes' who wear their caps wrong way around to stop the flies eating their shite like the country idiot with a shotgun pictured at the 'Limerick Soviet' in 1922.

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Heroes of the SAS... Them and a few Lebanese-Austrian and Mexican -American half-breeds called Campbell, Vieltschigg, Martin and Sharkey...

Shit always rises to the top as British Army fools say to the unwary listener and 'Leider kann ich nicht helfen!' as the worldly wise say to itinerant admirers of cults like Marxism, fascism and revolutionary socialism. 

Gorbachev and Reagan and US Democrats sitting in the House of Representatives such as Nancy Pelosi may not have had much to recommend them,but they put a decisive end to that heap of lies, subterfuge and political make-believe.