In the wilds of Roscommon the main ISP's could be down, they could be
silenced for days !!!
This is truly a great sign, a powerful portent for the future of
Druidry in Ireland and throughout these islands - for Rollo, direct
descendant of the great Charles Stewart Parnell, the Uncrowned King of
Ireland, shall lead us to smite our Enemy down, from Avondale to the
Maughlin Mountains !
Three Cheers for Rollo !
Michael.
Michael McGrath,
Archdruid of Ireland,
Elected, Traditional, Hereditary.
Honoured Associate of the Council of British Druid Orders.
Reviver of Public Druidry in Ireland.
Leader of the Return of the Druids to Tara, Midsummer Solstice 1993 .
Kilkenny,
Ireland.
Roscommon and Dublin are still down !!!
Three Cheers for Rollo !
Michael
A.D. Ireland.
Total horse shit as usual from McGrath.
He wouldn't know because he is not, was never and never will be a
druid but tonight is the FULL MOON in Capricorn. Con and a small group
are on Tara drumming up the full moon which is full at approximatel
09.23hrs local time.
Meanwhile the liar is deep in fantasy land in his smelly hovel in a
terrace in a scubby city. Finished with his lies of a new succesful
career (he could only pretend for just over 3hrs yesterday to be
employed outside his home) he is back to filling ARD with lie after
lie.
There is NOBODY on Tara, the Full Moon has defeated our Enemy in
Ireland by the Power of Rollo !!!
Michael,
A.D. Ireland.
It is flooding down rain all across Ireland, the Thunder and Lightning
all across the land of Ireland woke me up, there is nobody out and
about anywhere on the Land tonight, even the wild animals have taken
deep shelter, this is surely the Will and Intend of Rollo at the time
of the full moon.
Three Cheers for Rollo !
Michael,
A.D. Ireland.
Well YOU are certainly not on Tara anyway, you mad liar.
Here, read this you moron.
http://www.druidschool.com/site/1030100/page/2047637
"Friday 3 July to Sunday 5 July 09, Summer 09 weekend
Tuesday, 7 July 09, Full Moon (E), Tara 8pm."
Con is there with his group every full moon.
The Power of Rollo rolled over across Ireland from the Maughlin
Mountains of his Merlinic ancestry, from the West unto the East, there
is not a living soul out tonight in Ireland, nobody, man nor beast,
could survive !
The smell of Rollo morelike!
Cons power is not out, Con is out on Tara.
http://www.druidschool.com/site/1030100/page/2047637
"Friday 3 July to Sunday 5 July 09, Summer 09 weekend
Tuesday, 7 July 09, Full Moon (E), Tara 8pm."
Incidentally, I think this conclusively proves once and for all I am
not Con or JesJes as she is always with him? Do you admit then that I
am not 'Connors' if you are claiming 'Connors' is not online. Because
if I am 'Connors' then what are you on about?
Glad you agree
So am I 'Dwyer' again?
You seem to
You said that
I can see why you are a high flying sales executive!
Do you see the childish level of petty bickering that this Cormac
MacCarthaigh, who IS Dr. James Dwyer has actually descended to, this
is some behaviour from an M.D. , this is " Yes, No, Certainly So "
nursery rhyme level from Dwyer, this is powerfully indicative of
Dwyer's small mind and petty little childish personality at the age of
60 ! This is the spiteful little personality of Dr. James Kevin
Etienne Dwyer. He was a late developer too, not achieving his MD until
he was in his forties. And although he uses the name ' Commac
MacCarthaigh, an Irish name, he is not Irish, but a Channel Islander
from the U.K. ( Jersey) . This is what people have to deal with, but
even more serious he is Connorses Lover and thus they plan the
destruction of Druidry from between the sheets, just like man and wife
which they are. Connorses wife can do nothing, he has the woman half-
beaten to death long ago :-) So this is the petty little childish
world of Dywer, " Yes, No, Certainly So " nursery rhyme level - what a
freak mentality this Dwyer is !!!
So, no glittering sales career today then? Another pack of lies
exposed
A day off, sick.
I shall let you know the doctor's diagnosis after I have seen him,
Dwyer, OK ?
Cheers,
Michael.
( He is the Kilkenny GP who referred to you as " Unemployed and
Unemployable " a couple of years back ! He knows all about you ,
Dwyer, as does every other decent and respectable Doctor in Ireland) .
But as I work as a partner, my hours and days are flexible anyway,
especially as I get paid for using my brain in consultation and
direction. Billy, the apprentice, who loads the Hasselblad backs for
me, is always delighted to get a chance on camera in my absence - so
he wishes that I would never come in, that's the big perk of being
Studio Principal, photographers work for me ! I am one of the three
bosses, one of whom I have been close friends with since we were 14
years of age ! So, timing me on this job will get you absolutely
nowhere, Dwyer, except derision for your petty little mindset in one
who is supposed to be Druid !
Cheers,
Michael.
You had to go into exile in Corsica to get a temporary little Locum
job, Dwyer, fancy that !
And you won't have that temporary little Locum job in a couple of
months time when the hospital management and the Surete are finished
with you - so bite on that ! Also several official complaints, one of
mine backed by a Garda Officer, are now being posted off officially to
Eircom by my solicitor, sometime through the week, so he won't be
online on broadband much longer than you'll be in that job !
The real "Irish Druid Miracle" is of course that I can suddenly change
from Connors to JessJess to Dwyer so effortlessly, sometimes without
even knowing it myself. Am I Connors, am I JessJess, am I Dwyer? Who
knows? Only an Arse Druid could rule on such a tricky issue....
Of course I may not even be any of the above people (a fact which I
have long since tired of stating) but that will not stop the fool from
continuing to contradict his previous 'prophesy' as to my identity.
sez a SOCK, worthless.
McGrath is telling lies again. Come on searles show some support for
the fuhrer, come on McGrath make up some more lies, come on...
Run away, run away, retreat!
Abandon all you say.
Crawl beneath your cowl of sham,
Fool, you have besmirched your name.
What's a cowl of sham?
Do you mean a Sham, like Rollo Maughfling and King Arthur Pendragon?
Drunken pricks
use a dictionary
You two remind me of Rollo Maughfling and John Rothwell (King Arthur)
with your shouting abuse at anybody who declares your claim to be
'Archdruid of England' and 'King' respectively, a sham. How similar.
I have not made any such claim. so keep running like a good chap!
Oh keep running, keep running little parrot of Wollo. He like it will
ye when the blood keeps running? OOhhh! Squeek!
Blood of Wollo from red to black, lie, decay, make the worms fat
My name is micky, idiot.
Welcome Mickey Idiot!
Sit and rest ye
While foul cider we make
From Wollos head
sea a SOCK, worthless.