The Kerry Rapist
Posted on Sunday, January 21, 2007First we had the Kerry Babies case and now we have the Kerry Rapist.
Here are some of the facts. Alan and Phyllis Grey are a couple from Dublin who, in 1995, moved to the small seaside town of Ballybunion to start a new life. Ballybunion is a classic little Irish rural town much loved by Bill Clinton who goes there to play golf. It’s a world away from the hard realities of their former life in inner-city Dublin. In 1999, the Greys quietly took Alan’s nephew, James O’Donoghue, a convicted violent rapist, into their home. Someone in the police tipped off a reporter that a sex offender was now living in Ballybunion, and the locals went crazy. Under extreme pressure from their neighbours, the Grey family moved out of their house and went back to Dublin where they lived in bed-and-breakfast accommodation for a long time before getting a house. Alan took to drinking and Phyllis attempted suicide at least once.
Nobody knows why the police told the newspaper, but it could have been because they were afraid O’Donoghue would strike again. If that’s the case, they were right. He did rape another woman and is now in jail serving a long sentence.
Alan, Phyllis and their son, Francis, sued the State on the grounds that their constitutional right to privacy had been breached when the police tipped off the paper. Last Wednesday, they were awarded €70,000 between them.
Right. Let’s see then. Who fucked up?
James O’Donoghue? Certainly. He’s a complete shit. A rapist fucker who should be fed feet-first through a mincing machine.
Alan and Phyllis Grey? Certainly. They moved to a lovely small town to get away from the life they had been living, and then they knowingly brought a dangerous, violent rapist bastard to live among their neighbours.
The Greys’ children? No. They had no say in the matter but suffered badly as a result of their parents’ stupidity.
The police? I think not. In my view, every rapist who escapes being minced should have a blue flashing light surgically attached to his skull-bone.
The people of Ballybunion? Partly. They could have got rid of the rapist without attacking the Greys, but they were frightened, and rightly so, as it turns out.
The taxpayer? No. Of course not.
Final question: who pays?
Guess.
Stumble it!
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January 22nd, 2007
Guess why the cops told the meeja? Bock?
B: Tell me, JC.
JC: Because apart from being fecking useless and knowing it, the plod were aware that they couldn’t do shag all about the evil raping pondlife in their midst until he behaved like evil pondlife and raped someone again (which, can I thank you for pointing out, he went and did, the scumbag.)
B: Still not getting the meeja angle, JC.
JC: Ah, Bock. Yer slow today. Have another absinthe and red bull. Anyhow, since the keystone guards were impotent and knew it, but quite rightly wanted rid of a dangerous violent rapist from their midst, what is the quickest way of achieving said ambition?
B: Quick whisper in a red top hack’s ear?
JC: Spot on, Bock. Spot on. Now, is this a breach of confidentiality and privacy? Fer sure. Naughty of the cops? Well, all things in context. It’s not like they were planting bombs on them or fitting them up for murders that didn’t exist. We’re not talking Donegal here. But naughty is all it was.
B: So why are we, the taxpayers, stumping up 70 gees for this shower of rapist housing shitheads?
JC: Superlative question, Bock, and I’m glad you asked it. Let’s take this arm of yours. The one you’re not drinking and smoking with. If I evilly sawed it off with my rusty pen knife, you’d be entitled to compo. Lost limb gets you around 70 to 100 gees if you’re really lucky. The neighbours knowing you’ve got a rapist in the gaff also gets you 70 gees. Where’s the parity?
B: So the moral of the story, JC?
JC: Set up a gaff for raping scumbags rather than saw off your own arm if you want quick bucks, Bock. Oh, and if you’re the plod and a rapist moves into the area, don’t bother tipping off the redtops. Just mow the bastard down in a squad car at ninety miles an hour instead.