Did French woman's brutal murder in Cork lead to Irish police's incompetent framing of English man?
Every sinew of Oirish backwardness and retardation is to be found in the Sophie Toscan du Plantier murder case. This French woman was found in 1996 with her head smashed to bits near her holiday home in Cork, Ireland.
The Garda (Irish police) – with much pressure on them from local people to protect their so-called holiday industry – arrested Ian Bailey and attempted, without a shred of evidence, to frame him for the murder. Bailey was an easy target because he was English; the Garda knew they’d have no problem in getting local slackjaws to lie under oath in order to get him convicted.
The huge amount of hostility and hatred towards the English in south-west Ireland will astound you. An English warship, making a courtesy visit a few years ago to Cork city harbour, was attacked with a petrol bomb – an animosity which takes the David and Goliath scenario to extremes. And British Intelligence has, in the last few days uncovered and foiled a plot in Ireland to kill Prince Charles on his forthcoming visit there – how can anyone, other than Oirish lunatics, view as threatening a man who campaigns on behalf of Patagonian toothfish?
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| Sophie Toscan du Plantier was savagely murdered in her holiday home in Cork, Ireland. |
The Garda (Irish police) – with much pressure on them from local people to protect their so-called holiday industry – arrested Ian Bailey and attempted, without a shred of evidence, to frame him for the murder. Bailey was an easy target because he was English; the Garda knew they’d have no problem in getting local slackjaws to lie under oath in order to get him convicted.
The huge amount of hostility and hatred towards the English in south-west Ireland will astound you. An English warship, making a courtesy visit a few years ago to Cork city harbour, was attacked with a petrol bomb – an animosity which takes the David and Goliath scenario to extremes. And British Intelligence has, in the last few days uncovered and foiled a plot in Ireland to kill Prince Charles on his forthcoming visit there – how can anyone, other than Oirish lunatics, view as threatening a man who campaigns on behalf of Patagonian toothfish?
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| Ian Bailey: Irish police attempted to frame him for Sophie's murder? |
The general media reports allege it was the Gardaí who foiled this attempted regicide, but these fucking morons (Gardaí) couldn’t figure out who had killed the gazelle even if the lion was still crouched there eating it.
The leading liar in their case against Bailey, Marie Farrell, got cold feet and changed her evidence about having seen Bailey near the murder scene on the night in question – Ms Farrell gives freely of her vagina in the Cork area and this gave the Gardaí extra power over her. Though what’s surprising is that the Gardaí didn’t have other inbred locals lined up to falsely swear they saw Ian Bailey smashing the French woman’s head open with a rock – they’re surely now kicking themselves for this lack of foresight.
Luckily for Bailey the Garda aren’t just corrupt, they’re also dumb, slow and backward; and in this case their slowness worked in favour of his innocence and freedom.
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| Justice John Hedigan. |
Ian Bailey, seeking redress for wrongful arrest and abuse, took his case to the Irish High Court. And what do you know? The Irish judge, Justice John Hedigan, let the case go on for almost 5-months, running up legal costs of €5million, and then threw out most of Bailey’s claims stating they were made after the statute of limitations had elapsed – in relation to this act I can only quote CJ Haughey’s GUBU (grotesque, unbelievable, bizarre and unprecedented).
In other jurisdictions any claims which exceeded the statute of limitations would have been objected to and thrown out in the first minutes of the court proceedings; instead of rejecting them near the end after running up huge legal costs. It seems the Irish State wanted to give Bailey another kick in the teeth; and it was a sweet kick for them because they knew Bailey was going to be saddled with the €5million legal costs.
This blatant Irish judicial bullshit correlates well with the shameless way these people used a manufactured technicality to throw out charges against paedophilic judge Brian Curtin.
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| Frank Buttimer: he seeming doesn't like phone calls before midday. |
Ian Bailey further exacerbated his run of bad fortune by having Frank Buttimer act as his solicitor. I personally know a person who phoned Buttimer one weekday morning at 9:30am in order to make an enquiry about a legal matter. It wasn’t more than 5-seconds into the call before Buttimer became abusive and started snapping aggressively at the enquirer. The caller quickly told him he was an “arsehole” and to “fuck off”, which took Buttimer by surprise – he was so used to having his arrogance and bullshit taken from him. Buttimer then offered, as way of excuse for his vulgarity, that it was very early in the morning.
If a halfwitted street-sweeper gave an excuse as childish as this it’d be expected, but for a solicitor such as Buttimer it’s something else entirely. What type of solicitor gets annoyed at phone calls from prospective clients at 9:30 in the morning? Perhaps the same type who’d allow his client pursue claims that the defendants could get thrown out whenever they pleased.
Types of Garda in Ireland:
A number of years ago while visiting Roscommon town a local man told me about a Garda (Irish police officer) who harassed women by shoving his hand up their skirts and mauling their genitalia. According to my interlocutor this Garda would blatantly stride up beside females in pubs or on the street and shamelessly push his hand up their skirts and grope them. He’d then strut away with a sneer on his face and was never brought to justice for it.
I have no problem believing this to be true because I’ve come across quite a few members of An Garda Síochána who hadn’t the intelligence levels of orang-utans – I’m talking about bullying sink estate-type Oirish bastards whose vulgarity would shame lobotomised gibbons.
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| Garda Sergeant Maurice Walsh: has he very obvious Pictish features? |
The Garda hierarchy and Oirish politicians have a Third World attitude towards managing their society; they’d be too lazy to investigate a complaint against an abusive Garda, such as the sexual offender in Roscommon. And even if they did know for certain that this Garda was groping women they just might sneer at it – in the same vein as male chimpanzees wouldn't see anything wrong in grabbing at their females’ vaginas.
The typical Irish women who suffered the abuse would get closure by bullying and abusing someone weaker – there’s actually an animalistic hierarchy right through Irish society, especially in western areas.
This tale from Roscommon ties in well with Marie Farrell’s claim that Garda Sergeant Maurice Walsh exposed himself to her, and with Ian Bailey’s allegation that Det Inspector Michael Kelleher shoved his crotch in his (Bailey’s) face – there’s no way that middle class Bailey made up this allegation, it had to have happened.
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| Det Inspector Michael Kelleher: a tad slackjawed perhaps? |
What male, at some stage in their lives, hasn’t watched a hardcore pronography movie? (I’d guess Jesus might be only male who hasn’t viewed one.) Viewers of these movies will have noticed that male porn actors are much more than just a little dumb, in fact, mentally wise they’re usually absolutely vacuous, complete arseholes. It will also be noticed that they believe their penises imbues them with an importance bordering on the regal. They’ll strut around enormously proud of the size of their erections, and exhibit tendencies of Gods among mere mortals. Of course the female porn stars don’t be too bright either and they’ll exacerbate the male’s arrogance by stooping and fawning over their phallic wonders.
Being completely dumb means the typical male porn star doesn’t get pleasure out of things that others take for granted, such as reading, watching a good movie, visiting art galleries or museums. He’ll sometimes get pleasure from alcohol and drugs but his main source of fun will be his penis. He’ll be so proud and protective of it that he’ll sleep at night with it clutched in his hand. He’ll revere it and the limp minded females in his life will sense the importance he attaches to it and seek kudos by also revering it. Thus, for the witless male, the penis becomes all consuming, a symbol of his power, a badge that identifies him to his peers, subjects and the world.
Irish society is broken, there you’ll find extremely witless people in the police force as well as teaching and nursing. It’s a society where people with the cerebral capacity of porn stars – like Garda Sergeant Maurice Walsh and Det Inspector Michael Kelleher – can reach the pinnacle of success. A society that’s more to be sympathised with than laughed at, but which at the same time is very dangerous.
The bottom line is you’d have no problem finding a man in the Garda Síochána who’d hang his penis and testicles out in front of a woman, especially one they viewed as a whore and who had refused to lie for them. Marie Farrell also services many of the lonesome men in her community and the Garda would have held this over her – a taped phone conversation points to Detective Jim Fitzgerald also having sexual relations with her. Nor would it be difficult to find one who’d show his dominance by shoving his crotch into another man’s face.
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| Marie Farrell: bright and sparkly like the typical Oirish female. |
Sergeant Maurice Walsh would have had an oblong sneer on his face as he dangled his penis and testicles in front of Ms Farrell – having an inbred Oirish mindset he’d have got a huge kick out of showing her his power. And Kelleher, by shoving his genitalia in Bailey’s face, was telling him that while under his power he wasn’t a man anymore – like you’d see in groups of animals or with mongrels in sink-estates, Kelleher was now the alpha male, he’d be the one fucking the females from now on.
You’ll get bad cops in other jurisdictions but not complete arseholes who go around flashing their penises and shoving their genitalia into other people’s faces.
What type of person beat Sophie Toscan du Plantier to death:
South-west Ireland is crawling with loons, it has the biggest intake of psychotic medication per capita of anywhere on the planet – as well as horrendous levels of drunken violence. Check out this part of Ireland and you’ll find a lot of pharmaceutical companies are attracted to it. This attraction might result from there being a ready supply of loons to test medications on.
And to put the tin hat on it: Psychiatric patients are getting atrociously abused day-in and day-out in hospitals, doctor’s surgeries and pharmacies right across south-west and western Ireland – I tried making complains to the Irish Medical Society and the Pharmaceutical Society of Ireland and they weren’t just disinterested, they actually insulted me by return mail. As a result there’s no shortage of revenge-seeking mentally unstable cowardly scumbags who’d chase a defenceless woman from her home and smash her head in with a brick.
Might Ian Bailey be actually guilty?
Not at all. Bailey was talking to the Garda before 10:00am on the morning that the body was found – not more than 10-hours after she was murdered. Sophie Toscan du Plantier got a very savage death, she stumbled across barbed wired fences and ran through wild bramble bushes while being chased by the killer from her holiday home. This woman was running from an erratic and howling madman, a lunatic. It’s very very doubtful if the ranting madman who chased and murdered this French woman could turn up a few hours later and talk rationally to the Gardaí. The reason Ian Bailey was near the scene that morning? He lived in the area and was a part-time freelance journalist.
The person who killed Sophie would have been badly scratched after chasing her through the barbed wire and brambles; and he (or she) would have been caked in forensic evidence after bashing her head open.
Sophie Toscan du Plantier’s first physical contact with her attacker would have been in or near her home and when the killer eventually caught her after the erratic chase they’d have (obviously) been more bodily contact. This woman didn’t die meekly, she fought and ran and there’s no doubt she’d have had evidence of her attacker under her fingernails, on her clothes, and on other parts of her body. It defies logic that the lunatic who murdered this woman didn’t leave his DNA on Sophie’s body and at the murder scene.
Yet the Garda Síochána have no evidence whatsoever to link Ian Bailey to her murder. And the reason they haven’t is because he didn’t do it.
Is it possible, one might ask, that the Garda did find alien DNA on Sophie’s body but decided to pin the murder on the “uppity” Englishman anyway? Is it too much to surmise they needed a quick closure on this animalistic crime, and an Englishman being convicted rather than a native was advantageous to the south-west IRISH tourist industry?
What’s without doubt is that it would be far better financially for the Irish authorities and bar, B&B and hotel owners if a blow-in from England killed this French tourist instead of an Irish native.
What you should always remember about Ireland:
It’s chock-a-block with fools and morons and quite a few have the added pernicity of being genetically dysfunctional. Sophie Toscan du Plantier made an enormous mistake by buying a holiday home in south-west Ireland without checking the natives and their society out. If she even gave these people a cursory check she’d have never went near them or bought a home there.
Always remember that with fools you never win, nor will you even hold your own. Spend enough with these backward bastards and, as Sophie Toscan du Plantier and Ian Bailey found out, they’ll ruin your life. They might do it quickly with a rock like they did to Sophie or, like Ian, more slowly by crawling under your skin with their inbred fatuous perniciousness.
Remember also that the madman who beat Sophie Toscan du Plantier’s head to a pulp after chasing her like a rabid hyena is probably still wandering around Ireland. And if he seeks help or medication he’ll be most likely abused, belittled and pissed upon whether it’s a hospital, GP’s surgery or pharmacy he goes to.
You’ll meet the type every day in Cork city and surrounding countryside: inbred nutters with an obviously large chip on their shoulders who’ll be kept in check through inhibited cowardliness. Drugs or alcohol and a recent bout of abuse by an insane Irish nurse or hospital orderly might be all it takes for him to attack a lone woman with a rock.
Where you go is a matter of non-public choice.
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