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Autumn Journal

Well he died happy enough then.

Trump smiles like someone who just told you took a shit somewhere in your house, that wasn’t the toilet, and he’s enjoying watching you panic to find it.

“Leaders not Tweeters” is the rebrand America needs.

There’s no need to yell.

Starmer is a wanker who’s as useless as a marzipan dildo.

Not to mention it was put on by dirty fucking Zionists, which is just cheeky considering it’s a play by an Irish nationalist author.

It was shite. Like a badly thought out student production. Not to mention the cheek of an Israeli company putting on a play by an Irish writer. Anyone considering seeing this would be better off streaming Al Pacino’s version, and donating to Gaza. Saoirse Don Phalaistín.

It was shite: that tinfoil Chinese dragon was just weird, the acting was subpar. Not to mention the cheek of an Israeli company putting in a play by an Irish writer. I’ve donated the value of the tickets (and then some) to Gaza.

Honestly, I’d just be relieved it wasn’t Nixon.

This is the Reichstag fire of the Trump administration.

I’m softly confident enough to bet a fiver that Farage will lose his seat in 2028.

A wee hunch.

To paraphrase Blase Paschal, I didn’t have the time to argue with him in an Instagram comment so I wrote an article on Substack instead. open.substack.com/pub/fionnbha...

Or possibly Æ, depending on which side you’re on.

Yes, I should say for clarification that it’s okay: I’m not being racist, just sectarian.

*Wildean wit, ye auld heur. Swift was black as your boot.

I know you are but what am I.

P.S. I’m drinking a Maggies in Crawfords. Do with this information what you will (ye cunt)

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