Category Archives: Politics
Man of the Year Candidate #1 – Jesse Ventura
The last real politician.
Sad Irish History
Who really killed JFK?
Was Sandy Hook a Hoax?
Old hag claims harassment
Great-grandmother claims San Diego mayor harassed her
NBC San DiegoPeggy Shannon (R) described Mayor Filner’s behavior “very disturbing” to her.By R. Stickney, NBCSanDiego.comA great-grandmother claims San Diego Mayor Bob Filner kissed her on her lips, repeatedly asked her out and called her “his girl” while she worked at City Hall.Peggy Shannon, 67, appeared Thursday with attorney Gloria Allred in downtown San Diego to announce she has filed a sexual harassment claim with the state against Mayor Filner.
After Mayor Filner was elected but before he was inaugurated, Shannon claims Filner would stop by the Senior Citizens Service Desk in the lobby of San Diego City Hall.In January, she said his behavior became worse, stopping by several times a day to ask her out. “My co-workers and I would laugh about it at first,” she said. “But when it kept happening and it got more and more inappropriate, it was not funny any more.”The mayor would routinely stop at her desk and ask her to feel his hands. When she refused, he’d grab them: “See, my hands are smooth” she claims he would say.
Shannon worked 3 to 4 days a week at the desk and admitted she would sometimes consider hiding to avoid the mayor.The day Filner allegedly grabbed her and kissed her on the lips, Shannons
Man of the Year Candidate #8 – Anthony Weiner
A bad guy? Mr. Weiner does have a big hot dog in his pants. I admire “Carlos Danger” and “Carlos Dagger”. The man should be given a raise.
Man of the year Candidate #6 – Clint Eastwood
The man is so bad ass, he can out debate a fake Obama sitting in a chair. We both know Eastwood could kick Obama’s ass.
One loser down, one more to go – Get Em’ Boston!
Tamerlan Tsarnaev is dead. LOL. Too funny. The coward is probably shocked there’s no 32 virgins waiting for him. Instead, Hitler and Stalin are taking turns poking him in his ass! One coward dead. One more coward to go…………..!
Where should the jokes begin???????
1. Damn, is that your nose or John Holmes’ cock? (get it, huge ass nose)
2. You look like Pete Sampras with Down Syndrome
3. Sorry there’s no 32 virgins. You died a virgin, lol.
Irish History #19
The second republican to join the H-Block hunger-strike for political status – a fortnight after Bobby Sands – was twenty-five-year-old Francis Hughes, from Bellaghy in South Derry: a determined, committed and totally fearless IRA Volunteer who organised a spectacularly successful series of military operations before his capture, and was once described by the RUC as their ‘most wanted man’ in the North.
Eluding for several years the relentless efforts of the British army, UDR and RUC to track him down, Francis operated boldly throughout parts of Tyrone and north and south Antrim, but particularly in his native South Derry, with a combination of brilliant organisation and extreme daring – until his capture after a shoot-out with the SAS – which earned him widespread popular renown, and won general support for the republican cause, as well as giving him an undisputed reputation as a natural-born soldier and leader.
ROOTED
Francis Hughes was born on February 28th, 1956, the youngest son amongst ten children, into a staunchly republican family which has been solidly rooted, for most of this century, in the townland of Tamlaghtduff, or Scribe Road, as it is otherwise called.
His parents who married in 1939, are Patrick Joseph Hughes, aged 72, a retired small cattle farmer born in the neighbouring town land of Ballymacpeake, and Margaret, aged 68, whose maiden name is McElwee, and who was born in Tamlaghtduff.
A quarter-of-a-mile away from the Hughes’ bungalow, on the other side of the Scribe Road is the home of Thomas and Benedict McElwee – first cousins of Francis. Benedict is currently serving a sentence in the H-Blocks. Thomas – the eldest – embarked on hunger strike on June 8th, and died sixty-two days later on August 8th.
In Tamlaghtduff, as throughout the rest of Bellaghy, sympathy as well as active support for the republican cause runs at a very high level, a fact testified to by the approximately twenty prisoners-of-war from around Bellaghy alone.
Francis was an extremely popular person, both to his family and to his republican colleagues and supporters.
His father recalls that as a boy he was always whistling, joking and singing: a trait which he carried over into his arduous and perilous days as a republican, when he was able to transmit his enthusiasm and optimism both to Volunteers under his command and to Sympathisers who offered them – at great personal risk, food and shelter
It was qualities like these, of uncomplaining tirelessness, of consideration for the morale of those around him, and his ruling wish to lead by example, that have made Francis Hughes one of the most outstanding Irish revolutionary soldiers this war has produced and a man who was enormously respected in his native countryside.
BOY
As a boy, Francis went first to St. Mary’s primary school in Bellaghy, and from there to Clady intermediate school three miles away.
He enjoyed school and was a fairly good student whose favourite subjects were history and woodwork. He was not particularly interested in sport, but was very much a lively, outdoor person, who enjoyed messing around on bikes, and later on, in cars.
He enjoyed dancing and regularly went to ceilidh as a young man, even while ‘on the run’, although after ‘wanted’ posters of him appeared his opportunities became less frequent.
His parents recall that Francis was always extremely helpful around the house, and that he was a “good tractor man”.
DECORATOR
Leaving school at sixteen, Francis got a job with his sister Vera’s husband, as an apprentice painter and decorator, completing his apprenticeship shortly before ‘going on the run’.
In later days, Francis would often do a spot of decorating for the people whose house he was staying in
On one occasion, shortly after the ‘wanted’ posters of him had been posted up all over South Derry, Francis was painting window frames at the front of the house he was staying in when two jeep-loads of British soldiers drove past. While the other occupants of the house froze in apprehension, Francis waved and smiled at the curious Brits as they passed by, and continued painting.
It was such utter fearlessness, and the ability to brazen his way through that saved him time and time again during his relatively long career as an active service Volunteer.
On one such occasion, when stopped along with two other Volunteers as they crossed a field, Francis told a Brit patrol that they didn’t feel safe walking the roads, as the IRA were so active in the area. The Brits allowed the trio to walk on, but after a few yards Francis ran back to the enemy patrol to scrounge a cigarette and a match from one of the British soldiers.
A turning point for Francis, in terms of his personal involvement in the struggle, occurred at the age of seventeen, when he and a friend were stopped by British soldiers at Ardboe, in County Tyrone, as they returned from a dance one night.
The pair were taken out of their car and so badly kicked that Francis was bed-ridden for several days. Rejecting advice to make a complaint to the RUC, Francis said it would be a waste of time, but pledged instead to get even with those who had done it, “or with their friends.”
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