La vita obscura.Me,myself,I. The war against the RUC 1983ff.

I was contrary to psychiatrists' nonsense talk and barroom bards speeches not entirely alone in my pursuits but rather had many good friends and fine comrades. They were equally resolute and performed their role saor in aisce apart from modest expenses. We were young,then,and paid little heed to old women or political dictators such as Gerry Adams.

11.10.2022

In the middling time of my years in the IRA,I drew up short-term,medium-term and long-term plans.

My enduring legacy shall be one of the terror and violence which I inflicted on the police and army. Iron must have entered the soul in 1980-1 after the rash of police and military-inflicted deaths of youngsters. My activities and those of others have left a legacy of death, suffering and destruction.

Mea culpa,mea culpa, mea culpa.

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14.12.2024

After the ending of my involvement with nationalist militants,I associated with deadbeats and ne'er-weres such as O Murchu and O Riordain for some five or six weeks. I found them to be suffocating bores who lived off information they carried back to Pearse Street Garda Station about one another,pay being in the form of a pint of Guinness or two.

They too as with all head-benders had their idiosyncrasies such as talking of "street scenes with fascists".

This is paranoiac ideaisation worthy of any Michael Cornwell novel or The Stranglers.

Street crawlers are as often as not, people sent to protect or give an anonymous identifier that you are a rebel against either social norms or society itself.

These malgres or les miserables "can be a help" (M. O Riordain,The Judgement,23 December 1991, Dublin).

They are never in their ambience far from alerting police to trouble of any sort.

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The evil which I was responsible for,was what gave rise to one item of street commentary which ran "naturally cruel". That nostrum was handed down during the terror of 26 July to 22 December 1991 on the streets of the South Inner City. Its source was squaddies hanging around Dean Street in the South Inner City.

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In August 1982,I refused to cast the first stone at my later bedbugs,the RUC. In March 1983,I struck at those lying in waiting for me at Belcoo,the local detachment of SAS.

In the eventuality of close surveillance and the attendant poisoning which is the preferred method of the RIC/RUC/PSNI,I struck out in September 1983 and in September 1984 and again in February 1985.

On all occasions,the police behaved in a treacherous and anti-social fashion in association with their agents,Linda Kowalski and Brian Mc Cartney of MI 5.

In the eventuality of the following year, the British Army tried to kill me on two occasions at a building site opposite St Paul's Cathedral and some months earlier at Broadgate Office complex in the administration building .

In that latter instance and viewing the reckless disregard for Irish lives in The Irish Post reports of building site deaths,I was emboldened to strike out at 'the Brits' ,as Danny Morrison called them.

In the dying days of real rather than staged activities of the IRA,I struck at the British Army at the Border,Deal,Lisburn and Ballygawley. Those four attacks on property and people were in response to the attacks on myself for the lesser part and the IRA itself for the greater part.

Why,I hear you ask,wait for the enemy,The Eternal Other,make the first move? Why do,you may ask again?

Because striking back is the lesser of two evils and the moral imperative belongs to you,if not the just man's solicitude in his own abeyance from all violence.