The desperation of the Irish and the load of American Cobblers

I'm back. I've returned to blogging here after a period of other activity. And look what rich pickings there are. Let's start with the desperation of the irish, shall we.

The three hundred good people of Moneygall or Muine Gall to give it its proper name woke up the other day to find one of their long lost sons appears to have done very well for himself. Here he is, pictured outside part of his new office complex.

Never one to miss an opportunity, the irish government have seen fit to put it about that, well, in the words of the BBC News Website, "Never mind the US President-elect's 87-year-old grandmother in Kenya, what about his great-great-great grandfather from Co Offaly?"

What's that ? A BLACK Irishman ? How come ?

Well it would appear that the slave trade was not started off my the good burghers of Bristol or Liverpool at all, but by a little known enterprising irish chappie .......

No, much as I would love to be the one phoning max clifford to ask him to negotiate my worldwide fee for the scoop of the presidency, the previous sentence is a complete falsehood - unless you know different and can prove it, of course ? No, it would appear that, again according to that BBC website page, a Moneygall shoemaker called Fulmouth Kearney is Mr Obama's great-great-great grandfather. He emigrated to the US in 1850 at the tender age of 20. He married Ohio-born Charlotte Holloway. They had eight children and so began the American family tree which culminated with Ann Dunham marrying Kenyan-born Barack Hussein Obama Snr, and the birth of Barack Jnr on 4 August 1961.

And so the Irish government have extended an invitation for Obama to add to the list of other american presidents in coming to see for themselves the emerald isle in which they have (sometimes tenuous) ancient roots, .

Now I suppose the 300 good people of this hamlet are probably thinking it would be nice for him to drop in, but I bet they will think differently if he comes. When Clinton dropped in for a pint of Guinness on his way to defend his halting the extradition of IRA terrorists from America and to deny the DUP a voice at his table, the secret service threw almost everyone out of the village.

When he came to stay in the (then £1500 a night) presidential suite at the Coldra Celtic Manor Hotel during his hay on wye festival lecture tour, armed men set up exclusion zones for miles around and created complete bloody havoc. Ambulances were refused access to houses adjacent to the place. And I don't think ANY of the scum in his motorcade paid the severn bridge toll. Mind you I don't think george dubya's motorcade paid the congestion charge when they drove through london either

But news of Obama's Irish roots has set me thinking. Wouldn't it be WONDERFUL to find that the man about to take over the reins of George Dubya's war on terror has a great great grandaddy violently in favour of irish independence ..........

Now that WOULD be a scoop I'd ring Mr Clifford for. Watch this space !