Somebody has to highlight the truth before we choke to death on Diana-esque sentimentality on meth-amphetamine. Needless to say I was banned by the Klu Klux Klan gang of smug little men-cubs on www.politics.ie. (Think that's the fifth time i have been banned only to sneak back thinly disguised.)
Boy did the lynch mob come out this time. "Respect for his wife and famiily".
Those pompous pricks - who exit their Ma's vagina already wearing ties, crying in brandy tinged baritone voices: "Show me the way to the Fourcourts" - actually think that a grieving family has no other priority than reading than reading the smug musings of tossers with such sobriquets as "Future Taoiseach" "Tipp Tom" and "Bring Back the Birch"- 'what a tragic day for the county."
It is indeed a tragic day for the country. Even the Irish Times are at it. They quote Baudrillard and hey presto before you can say 'simulacrum'- it's tighten the zeitgeist time, we're diving deep into the tabloid void.
Once we were a nation of (genuine) newspaper readers- now we are Brits.
Where did all these cunts come from?
To alter an old wine whine: "God save Ireland from the media".
The one thing I will say respect to Gerry Ryan is that he would spit out the Thought Police and Bully Boys on Politics.ie.And the only ire the postings under "That Gasoline Smell" - erased unless otherwise quoted by indignant others - would have arounsed on the Ryan line would have been directed at David Cochrane's men-cubs.
Their toothless necro-fellatio would make a man, even one predisposed to smugness like Gerry, spit.
We'll leave the last lines, albeit altered, to the late great e.e.cummings:
"And what I want to know is
Where is Pascal the sommelier now, Mr Death."
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