Jesus, what about poor old Denis Donaldson? Blown away. Blasted to pieces in a miserable damp cabin on the top of a mountain in Donegal. No running water. No electricity. No friends. Shot like the proverbial dog. What must it be like to be hated by everybody?
So, who do you think did it? Let’s see now. It could have been the IRFU, but that’s unlikely. What about the Vincent de Paul? Hmm, maybe, but still unlikely. I think we can also safely exclude the FAI, the GAA, the ESB, SPUC and Irish Cement. Perhaps it was Tesco or the Chartered Institute of Surveyors? Bah! I don’t know. So many people with a motive. For all I know, it might even have been the Provos, but that seems unlikely too.
McDowell expressed it well this morning when he asked Qui Bono? which, literally translated, means Aren’t U2 a pretentious shower of wankers all the same, entirely, faith? Of course, I would be inclined to take a contrary view to that of McDowell. I would want to know who loses, and the answer to that appears to be almost everyone except the nutcases and the spooks. So in my mind at least, it’s down to a straight choice between some vengeance-maddened Republican and some vengeance-maddened intelligence agency.
I just had a great idea. Why not let the Donegal Gardai investigate the case?
So you admit you’re an innocent housewife, ya fuckin bitch? That’s why ya fuckin shot him. Ya couldn’t stand bein’ innocent!!
Before you know it, they’ll have the name of the guilty party. In fact, they probably had a suitable name ready before any crime was committed.