Crime Images Limerick

Limerick March Against Crime

On Sunday, the 10th May, our people are having a march to show our disgust with the lowlife scumbags who have given our city such a bad name.

It will start in Pery Square at 3:00pm and it will go to City Hall.

Support this movement if you live in Limerick.  Turn out and express your feelings about the way our society has gone.

Say no to the ignorant fools who have managed to gain such a foothold in Irish society.

Demand that your elected representatives do something about the kind of filthy scumbags that are trying to take our society away from us.  Refuse to accept it.

Let the politicians know how you feel about these savage criminal bastards.

Wear red. Red shirts. Red jerseys.  Red Munster colours.

Go to Pery Square at 3 o’clock on Sunday, wear red proudly and show our government that the good people of Limerick have nothing to do with the vermin who have defiled the good name of our city.

Be proud of our town and reject the miserable, lowlife bastards who care nothing for our town.

Fuck them.  They have nothing to do with us.


Previously on Bock:

Shane Geoghegan Murder

Roy Collins Murder


Roy Collins Murder

Roy Collins was shot dead in this town last week for one reason only: he was related to somebody who gave evidence against a criminal four years ago.

He was murdered in order to send out a message to the entire country: don’t fuck with us.

This message was not just aimed at the average citizen who might have witnessed a crime, though it will certainly deter people from giving evidence in future.  But it’s also aimed at the police: it tells them this gang are not afraid of them, and will kill anyone, with no compunction.  The criminals know where the police live, where their children attend school and where their spouses work.  Don’t underestimate this.  Police are only human.

The murder of Roy Collins was a direct challenge to the authority of this State, and in response to it, we had government ministers announcing cosmetic legislative changes.  Long after the murder of Shane Geoghegan, they still haven’t managed to get the covert surveillance laws on the books.

Unfortunately, the government seem to be misjudging the organised crime threat as badly as they misjudged the state of the economy.

Crime Society

Living on Planet Welfare

This baffles me. When exactly did somebody disconnect consequences from actions? When did it become possible to do whatever you want, no matter how bad or how stupid? When did it become impossible to totally screw up because no matter how much of a shit you make of things, some government agency will step in and make it all right for you? Or, to put it more plainly, when did our community start to fall apart?

I always admired the generosity we showed towards people in trouble. I thought it was right to look after the weak and the vulnerable amongst us and I still think so, but I didn’t think the obligation extended to looking after the strong and aggressive as well. This is the hard bit I don’t understand: if a person does not subscribe to the basic values of our society, is that person entitled to the same privileges as those who do?

If a person is a threat to the very survival of our society, as we saw with the murderers of Shane Geoghegan, why do we house and feed them?

If an entire family is a subversive organisation, as we saw in Limerick, why do we extend them the same protections as we offer compliant citizens?

Here’s something I found in the Clare Champion. See what you make of it.

A study funded by the Mid-Western Health Board identified 43 young people in Kilrush- 24 males and 19 females – as being at risk. It seems that the primary at risk behaviour was criminal activity, specifically high levels of intimidation and personal violence. This intimidation, said to be undertaken by a small core group of adolescent males, was directed at all members of the community and ranged from breaking windows, to breaking into houses and stealing and burning out cars. Personal violence was reported as indiscriminate.

Let’s pause here and take time to read that again. The at risk behaviour described was actually criminal activity, breaking windows, burgling houses and stealing and burning out cars. High levels of intimidation and indiscriminate personal violence.

Maybe I’m being extremely stupid, but who exactly is at risk here? Apparently it’s not the people whose cars are being stolen and burnt out. And it’s not the people suffering the indiscriminate violence, or the break-ins. No. It seems that those at risk are the fucking skobes at risk of getting caught.

What kind of mind-set is at work in this? How can anybody use the term “at risk” to describe the arrogant drunken fuckers who wander around by night (and by day), taking what they want and breaking what they don’t like? This study was funded by the Health Board, but did anyone in the Health Board look at the results and apply rational common sense to what was being said? Perhaps they did and perhaps I’m being unfair to everybody, but I wonder if a similar study was conducted to see how the victims of the violence are getting on. I wonder when a Health Board will quantify the other at risk people. The old people who are afraid to leave their homes. The decent people who are afraid to open their mouths.

A good man, Shane Geoghegan, was murdered last weekend by at-risk people.  Or to put it another way, thugs at risk of getting caught.

Baiba Saulite, an innocent woman, was murdered in Dublin by at-risk youths.

Anthony Campbell, a young Dublin plumber, was shot and killed by at-risk youths, while they were murdering another criminal.

A man was shot in Limerick a couple of years ago for going outside to see who had heaved a brick through his window. Who did this? At-risk youths whose needs hadn’t been met and who were failed by society. So at-risk that they had to go out and shoot a man at his front door. The Kilrush report was in the context of an attack on two girls by men with iron bars, members of the Kilrush at-risk community.

Why do we put up with this?  I am sick of this fucking social-worker-speak.  I am sick of this bloodless academic language that they use to drain the meaning out of words.

You know these savages who murdered Shane Geoghegan?  These drug dealers?

Let me tell you something about them.  It wouldn’t make the slightest difference if every illegal drug in Ireland was eliminated.  It wouldn’t matter.  These people have been inflicting pain for fun since they were first shown, while still only infants, how to maim a small animal.  They are without human feeling, and they’d shoot you dead as quick as look at you.

It will make no difference if the drugs trade is stamped out: the moral vacuum will remain, and that moral vacuum has been fostered by the value-free ideology that underlies terms like at risk.  Our country has been taken over by a sociology KGB who instruct us in everything we may say and everything we may think.

Shane Geoghegan wasn’t killed by the drugs trade.  He was murdered by a bunch of unfeeling low-life scum who have been facilitated for generations by our stupid public social policy into believing that the world owes them a living and that they will never, ever have to take responsibility for anything.

They are members of the invulnerable class, you see: underprivileged, as the touchy-feely professionals describe them.

Whenever people start to talk about underprivilege, there’s the danger of a Monty Python moment: when I was young we were so hungry we had to eat our feet. Right. Listen to me, when I was young, we never ate our feet. They were too filthy to eat because we couldn’t afford water.

The sort of underprivilege we see in this town, and in towns all over Ireland, is mental and emotional. It costs nothing except effort to take your kids to the library. Not a penny. Unless, of course, you come from a long line of inbred gobshites with no interest in that kind of thing, but that’s not society’s fault. That’s yours.

There simply isn’t the kind of financial poverty that existed thirty years ago, and yet the mendicant mentality is stronger than ever.

An entire class of people has emerged who couldn’t give a rat’s arse about you, me or anyone else, as long as they get whatever money they think they’re entitled to. And side by side with that, a consequence-free life has been provided for them by our brainless policy makers.  These are people who were raised from the cradle to expect that the State will give them a house and an income.  They can’t imagine it any other way.

There is of course another class of people.  Let us not forget those who desperately need the help of the State, for genuine reasons, but who were properly brought up.  These are the ones who sit meekly in front of Council officials and Health Board administrators, and answer page after page of questions.

These are the people who shut up and do what they’re told.  These are the people public officials feel free to bully and condescend to, like this poor woman.

Why?  Because officials aren’t afraid of them.  Because these people aren’t the kind who wait in the office car-park like the scumbags do, and threaten the administrators to their face, like the scumbags do.

And that’s why the scumbags are given everything they want, while the people in true need are made to wait their turn, and slapped down if they complain.

Unless we change our attitudes fast, this thing is going only one way, and that’s towards disaster.


Also on Bock:

Housing a Scumbag

Shane Geoghegan Murdered in Limerick

Irish Criminals : Enemies of the State


Polish man Murdered In Dublin

Crime Favourites Society

Housing a Scumbag

In this country there’s no housing policy. Nobody asks you why you can’t afford a house. Nobody asks why you think you’re entitled to the same standard of living as the working class have.

It used to be that you got a Council house if you couldn’t afford to buy your own, and it was basic accommodation, but it was better than the slum you used to live in. The reason you couldn’t afford to buy your own house was that you didn’t earn enough money or there were no jobs, but the important thing was that you wanted to work, and you earned what you could.

Your kids had a chance to grow up in a reasonable house while they got an education and a job and saved to buy a house of their own.

It was a safety net, and many thousands of us availed of it, but today it’s different.  Today, while there are thousands who need Council houses, there are thousands more who expect to live in the safety net, and that includes drug-dealing scumbags who don’t have to explain to anyone why they can’t afford a house of their own.

Today, even if you aren’t a member of the working class, even if you never worked a day in your life, you don’t just get basic accommodation while you try to make things better for your family.

Instead, you’re entitled to the same luxury as the working class. Today, no matter what sort of lazy scumbag you are, you only need to tell the Council you’re out of work and you have ten children (even though nobody forced you to have them and you couldn’t afford them anyway).

You might be a big, fit, healthy, strong lump of a man, but nobody will ask you why you’re out of work. Nobody will force you to live in a dirty old Council estate either. Instead, they’ll buy you a nice house in a nice area, beside nice working-class people who won’t know how to cope with your savage brats. And you can spend all day on the couch watching porn on your free flat-screen tv while your scum children break into the neighbours’ houses when they’re out at work.

After you get your free house, you’ll have no obligation to anyone. If your wild children want to fling stolen shopping trolleys around the road, nobody will intervene, and certainly not your quiet, well-behaved working-class neighbours who never saw the likes of you and your savage spawn in their lives.  If you want to throw out the old fridge so that you can put in the new one you got free from the Council, that’s fine as well. You can toss it on the green in front of your neighbours’ house if you like. Nobody will complain. Certainly not your terrified neighbours.

You live in a world without responsibility or consequences.

Aren’t you the lucky scumbag? And all paid for by me.


Also on Bock:

Shane Geoghegan Murdered in Limerick

Living on Planet Welfare


Irish Criminals : Enemies of the State

Crime Favourites Policing

Shane Geoghegan Murdered in Limerick

Update 23rd March 2011.   Jury fails to agree on murder charge.


Dear God.

On the night we host a rugby international in our town, and welcome thousands of visitors to our magnificent new stadium, what happens?

That’s right. Some low-life, inbred, criminal parasites once more touch us with their kiss of hopelessness. These tinkers shot and killed Shane Geoghegan, a well-known local rugby player, as he made his way home at four in the morning.


Because, we’re told, they mistook him for a rival scumbag, living at the taxpayer’s expense in Shane’s decent, hardworking neighbourhood.

Why do we put up with this? Why does the State put up with this?

Why do we house these people? Why do we feed these people? Why do we accord them any rights at all?

If a foreign country sent agents to defy our police, to sneer at our courts and to murder our people, would we worry about their rights?

We would not.

We’d fling them in a camp to rot, and we’d set dogs on them if they tried to escape.

Do you think these home-grown criminals are any better? Do you think they pose less of a threat to our democracy than some foreign saboteur? Well, if you think that, you’re misguided. Our country is getting to the point where empty-headed teenaged morons are laughing at our ineffectual police force and our impotent politically-correct criminal procedures.

Where are we going? Where is our government going?

I listened to our local Minister today on the radio, the great Willie O Dea, and Willie said Blah blah blah blah, blah blah blah. Which roughly translates into, I’m a useless, self-important, intellectually-bankrupt prick with no idea what’s going on or how to deal with it.

Then I heard the Minister for Justice saying Blah blah blah blah, blah blah blah, which translates into I’m another useless, self-important prick with even less idea what’s going on than that fool O Dea.

God help us, what are we going to do when people like this are in charge of the country? Idiots. They have no idea, and neither do the corrupt, lazy, incompetent, cowardly police who seem at their happiest when they’re bullying honest citizens like you and me. You won’t see those boys in a rush to confront real criminals, let me tell you.

We’re screwed. With half-witted politicians and a broken police force, who is going to stop the low-lifes from doing as they please with the country?


You can light a candle for Shane HERE


Televised appeal HERE. See if there’s anything you can do to help the investigation.


Shane’s friends remember him in this video.


Funeral Arrangements


Also on Bock
Housing a Scumbag
Get Out Of My Town

Irish Criminals : Enemies of the State
Living on Planet Welfare
Polish Man Murdered In Dublin



Reflective: Conan Drumm

Considered : Howard Town Brewery

Shameful : Branedy

Friends: Munsterfans

papers: Barry Duggan writes


Rugby Sport

Heineken Cup — Munster vs Montauban

Here we go again, kids.  It’s Heineken Cup time, and this year the first game is in the newly-refurbished Thomond park, right here in Limerick.  We’re welcoming Montauban to our home, and though we wish them well, we’ll be hoping they go home disappointed.

Of course, with my usual bumbling incompetence, I made a complete shit of organising tickets for last night’s game against Glasgow.  Don’t know how it happened.  I just presumed, somehow, that tickets would materialise for the Bullet and myself, as they normally do, but no.  They didn’t.  I had to watch it in the fucking pub.

What’s more, my shame was doubled when I learned later that we could have walked out to Thomond Park and bought the goddam tickets at the gate.  Gah!

Looking on the bright side, isn’t the new stadium great?  Isn’t it just terrific, as you’d expect after spending €40 million on it?  It’s amazing what you can do with €40 million when you aren’t a government or an investment banker.  It’s astounding how much you can actually achieve with that kind of money when you know what you’re doing.  You can produce a real product, like this magnificent stadium, instead of the bullshit they call “products” in the banking and insurance “industries”.

Oh wait.  Sorry.  I was supposed to be talking about rugby, wasn’t I?  Not those thieving low-lifes our government has just bailed out using your good name and mine. (Well, your good name anyway).

So.  Rugby.

I haven’t got tickets yet, but I feel confident Bullet will be joining me on the terraces of the reborn Thomond Park to cheer on our boys as they do battle with the Pyrenean pretenders, and I have to say, going on appearances so far, Munster are looking very good.

Tony McGahan is turning out to be just as astute a coach as Declan Kidney was.  Perhaps even better, or luckier.  After all, what coach anywhere in the world, including new Zealand, wouldn’t give his left testicle to have a young player like Keith Earls burst into the squad with the sort of verve, panache, élan and flair we remember from the likes of Simon Geoghegan?  (Also possibly panache, flamboyance, joie de vivre, elegance, eclat, savoir faire and lots more French things).  I’m telling you now, this young guy is going to be one of the best in the world when he slots into his natural position at centre in a year or two.  But so far, on the wing and at full-back, he’s electrified every game he played in.  And he’s a home grown Limerick lad.

Apart from Keith, I have to say the team is looking great.  O Gara has never been better.  Paul O Connell is on top of his game.  We have the incomparable Dougie Howlett fully committed to Munster and enjoying every second of it, unlike his miserable Kiwi predecessor, Chris Cullen, who was here for a paid holiday.  We have the Bull, still at his considerable peak despite endless rumours of retirement.  Mafi and Tipoki are simply terrifying, and enjoying it.  Dowling is on springs.  Stringer is back to his best and now we have Tomás O Leary as well: an embarrassment of riches.  Even Paul Warwick has sorted out his kicking problems, providing credible cover for O Gara if necessary.

Fitness and commitment levels are at the top of the scale, and the boys are playing the kind of adventurous, creative football that left Leinster looking like an inter-pub team last weekend.

All in all, it looks positive.

I don’t want to tempt fate, but if I were a betting man, which I’m not, I’d put a sovereign or two on Munster doing the double this year.  I’m not saying it’s a certainty they’ll win either competition, but what I am saying is this: they’ve never been better prepared, nor have they had as much talent and confidence in themselves.

It looks like we’re facing into an exciting season, and I’ll try to be there whenever I can manage it.  This time, though, if we make it to the final, I’m not travelling abroad.  I went to both winning finals with the Bullet, and this time, if we make it, I’d like to be part of the astonishing Limerick experience.

We can only hope.



Right.  Here we go.  Word filters through that Bock and Bullet have tickets for the game.  I’ll bring you more information as it comes in,  but you can take it that we’ll have people in the ground.  I’ll bring you pictures.