#c.c.? do you mean: my one and only true wife

[incorrectgachalifequotes]

C.C.: Umm, MC? Can I ask for a favor?

MC: I would literally kill for you, but go on.

#c.c. #creepy cutie #mc #gacha life #lunime #incorrect gacha life quotes #c.c.? do you mean: my one and only true wife

[shizekarnstein]

Hi!! Do you want to talk about the other characters who went down the same path Eren's seemingly been going down to? The ones who reminds you of him that you were talking about in your tags? I'd be interested in reading about it!!

Hi sorry it took me so long to answer. I tend to avoid talking about them out of habit and bc I love them so much I could rant and wax poetics for hours, but since you asked...

DO YOU MEAN MY PRECIOUS TRASH LORD ANAKIN SKYWALKER ALIAS DARTH VADER, HUMAN FAILURE EXTRAORDINARY??

Bc I always have a lot of feelings regarding him.

OR MAYBE THE LOSER KNOWN AS LELOUCH VI BRITANNIA WHOM I ALSO LOVE?????

Im on mobile so spoilers for star wars and code geas below.

Anakin in particular is more of an anti hero archetype, but Lelouch fits the mold as well. The difference is that only one of them went closer to the villain border than the other. Also they both died. Anakin tho was the only one who needed redemption, bc his choices oh god his life choices are so horrible. Lelouch at least always remained more or less true to himself since the begging.

Anakin Skywalker started as an innocent bean who lived a harsh life as a slave alongside his mother. Then he was freed and offered with the chance to join the famous Jedi Order. In order to do that he had to leave his mother behind. Years later he reunited with the love of his life, his mom died and he had to fight in a civil war. Since he was like 9 he had a horrible sith lord in disguise whispering sweet poison into his ears, encouraging him to stick to his darker traits. Anakin was prideful, arrogant, quick to anger and a utter failure as a Jedi Knight, because he was never able to master the ability to let go of his attachments in a healthy way. For him it was all or nothing: those precious persons and his love for them weighting more than all institutions and the lives of the Order, the whole galaxy and even himself. When haunted by visions of his secret wife dying he decides to do EVERYTHING to avoid that particular future, pledging himself to the darkside on the promise of learning how to do sith magic that could save her. He renounced his vows as a Jedi, and lead himself the attack to the Jedi Temple with the objetive of wiping out every single one of them. He slaughtered them, even lil children and later the leaders of the other faction of the civil war. And he did it bc he couldn't allow his wife to die. When he thought she had betrayed him by bringing along his old mentor and friend in what he saw an attempt to kill him... he choked her. He force choked his pregnant wife. If that wasn't enough he then engaged in a duel to the death with his old mentor, where he lost all his limbs and was set on fire. Then he became a cyborg and took it as his mission to ensure the might of the new galactic empire was felt. The things he did during that time are unspeakable: genocide, torture, murder, endorsing slavery, you name it. Even when he discovered his son was alive his first instict was to convert him to the darkside and rule the galaxy together. Also he cut off his own sons arm. And tortured his daughter without knowing it was her.

BUT at the end he redeemed himself by choosing to save the life of his son and throwing his horrible mentor and slave master, the emperor, down a tube. He died peacefully in the arms of his son, finally able to do the right thing after more than twenty years of living as a monster. I cry.

Lelouch tho... he's just a 19 yo that commited suicide. As a child his mother was killed, his lil sister crippled and when he demanded answers from his father the emperor, was sent alongside his sister as political hostages to Japan. There the two of them lived as beggars in a shed. They befriend the son of the political figure who was hosting them... and then Japan was invaded. Bc of resources. The three children had to wander through a war raged countryside filled with destruction and corpses. Before parting ways with their friend Susaku (who also is just such a tragic figure) he vowed to one day destroy Britannia.

Years later they reunited and Lelouch mets a witch who gave him a supernatural power called geass, which allowed him to mind control people. He decides to use it to form a rebellion with the japanese people and extract his revenge. But things go horrible wrong: he accidentally killed civillians, including the father of a dear friend of his. An ex aquietance of C.C the witch hunts him down and left him with no other choice but to erase the memory of one of his friends. Also causes his old friend Suzaku to have a breakdown bc as a child he kinda killed his own father??? Suzaku btw joined up with the britannian army and pilots a special robot that always mess with Lelouchs terrorist plans. Then he accidentally gives a command to his half sister, resulting in her giving an order to genocide thousand of civillians bc he loses control over his powers. And decides to capitalise on that and use it to fuel the rebels. Also he kills her. The rebellion fails bc his long lost uncle kidnaps his sister and tells Suzaku that Lelouch was Zero the rebel. Then he gets mindfucked by the emperor, forgetting who he was and even his sister. Then C.C and the rebels find him and restore his memories but has to keep it a secret bc he doesn't know what the emperor could do to his missing sister. That and he has the secret service watching over his every move.

Long story short his second rebellion fails, his false brother dies, his sister apparently dies again, his troops betray him, and if that wasn't enough he discovers his mom wasn't dead but in cohorts with his father to enact a crazy plan to erase individuality and unite humanity as single entity. Also that his parents never loved him and his sister. He kills them and teams up with Suzaku and C.C to enact a fancy plan that involves him presenting himself as a devil and taking over the world, all in hopes of unifying humanity by becoming a symbol of hatred and all the bad things that ever happened. He launches atomic bombs, spills seas of blood and literally chains up his sister who hey was alive and opposing him bc you know he acted as a crazy villain. He also mindcontroled her. In the end he arranges his own suicide by having his best friend dressed as Zero kill him in front of the cameras, and dies in his sisters arms, universally hated by everybody. It's sad as fuck. At least the sequel movie fixed that so cheers?????

Thanks for asking!!!!

#anon replies #anakin skywalker #lelouch vi britannia #my tragic trash sons

[kassandra-lorelei]

Can you write a NCC fic where they drive one of Max's cars and stay a few places along the way when they all move to CA and they realize there are actually a lot of things /stories/habits they don't know about each other yet and some are surprising or endearing while others are irksome /annoying? I just think it would be a cute newlywed bonding story. 😊

Here we are, my friend! I hope this is alright - I took the idea a little bit and ran with it @missbabcocks1) and I should have them ready soon. Enjoy!

@holomoriarty

It hadn’t been C.C.’s first choice for a honeymoon. Nileshad suggested staying somewhere away from the house (and the Sheffields andtheir new little ones) for a while, but when it had become clear that he wasn’tthinking they should jet off to Hawaii or somewhere exotic like that, shehadn’t been convinced it would be that much fun. The Babcock family rarely tookactual vacations in the state where they lived (trips upstate hardly counted inher mother’s eyes), but Niles had insisted that she might enjoy herself if shejust gave it a try. So, she’d agreed to go along with it, and when Maxwell hadeventually (reluctantly) agreed to let them take his rarely-used Range Rover,the whole plan had ended up evolving into a small road trip.

As it so happened, it hadn’t been a bad trip so far – itmight’ve only been the first day, but they’d had a fun time out in Los Angelesto start things off, and then drive along the coast had been gorgeous. The FourSeasons in Santa Barbara had been a wonderful choice of overnight stay, as well.Not that she was going to tell her newly lawfully wedded husband that – it’dall been his idea, and she was still trying to pretend that she’d seen betterplaces.

Though the smug look he was giving her across theirdinner table suggested he’d already figured out she was having more fun than she’dimagined she would.

“Is there something my dearest darling wife wishes to sharewith me?” he asked, propping his elbow on the table and resting his chin in hispalm. “A word or two informing me of her enjoyment, perhaps?”

“No,” she replied, just as playful but also just asdetermined to win. “Though I would quite like to tell my most wonderful husbandto get his elbow off the table, because those of us brought up in politesociety were clearly taught manners that certain servants weren’t.”

She punctuated that last part with a sip of her water (herbody had been an alcohol-free zone since finding out they were going to have alittle one), and Niles matched her countenance as he lifted his arm away fromthe table.

“Forgive me, my love; I was so caught up in your presencethat I just couldn’t help but get closer,” he rested his hand over his heartand gave a romantic sigh practically dripping with sap.

Letting a small chuckle loose but also rolling her eyes,C.C. held her hand out across the table for him to take, “Alright, you’reforgiven. This time.”

Niles grinned, and tickled the palm of her hand with hisfingertips before taking her hand fully and lacing their fingers together, “I’llmake up for my behaviour later, I promise.”

“You’d better,” C.C. squeezed his hand, and then stroked hisindex finger with her own. “If this is our honeymoon, I want every overnightstop to be worth it, Hazel.”

He looked back at her in a way which said exactly how worthit each new hotel room was going to be. He then used the hand not holdinghers to pick up his own glass. In an act of solidarity, he’d also chosen tostick with water.

“Is this really the first trip you’ve ever done like this?”he asked, taking a sip.

C.C. blinked at him, “Yeah, why?”

Her husband shrugged a little in return, “It just seemssurprising to me – there’s so much to see in every state, I can’t imagine whyyour family never took you on a tour of your own when you were growing up.”

Frowning, theatre-turned-television producer let her eyeswander to the table. She knew exactly why she’d never had a trip like the onethey were currently on – it was, to some extent, the reason she hadn’t thoughtmuch of taking a vacation closer to home in the first place.

“Well, my parents were always trying to one-up each other. Andmy father always had the company to run, so expensive vacations were mymother’s way of scoring extra points,” she explained. “A trip to Buffalo to seeNiagara Falls will never compare to a trip to Paris, in her worldview.”

She glanced up when she felt Niles squeeze her handcomfortingly.

“I suppose I’d never thought of that,” he said. “I should’verealised that the Grand High Witch might want to take her daughter to visitforeign covens.”

C.C. bit down on the inside of her cheek to stop herselffrom laughing, but she couldn’t prevent the smile she knew was spreading acrossher face. If there was one thing she loved more than bantering with Niles, itwas watching him take down her mother and her snobbish attitude.

“It’s alright,” she said, finally trusting herself torelease her cheek. “What about your family? Where did you take vacations?”

Suddenly Niles looked slightly uncomfortable.

“We didn’t…actually really have any of our own,” he answered,eyes cast down to his lap like he was ashamed. “When we went on holiday, wewere going because the Sheffield family were going. It was hardly time off for myparents, and the older I got, the more I was roped in as well. On the rareoccasions we did get time for family trips, it would only be to somewhere local– a museum or a castle, or perhaps the beach if it was good weather and we leftin plenty of time.”

That struck C.C. more than realising why she’d never takenvacations closer to home. Of course Niles hadn’t had the opportunity to go anywherefar away that the Sheffields hadn’t, when he was growing up. His parentsprobably had to work most of the time, or if one didn’t the other might have hadto, and getting more than a little time off was probably nigh-on impossible!

At one time in her life, she wouldn’t have even cared.Servants were…well, her mother would’ve said “beneath her family”. But C.C. hadlong since come to realise that that wasn’t true, and now the whole road tripidea made a little more sense.

It was closer to what Niles was used to, in terms of familyvacations. And it was something he clearly wanted to share with her.

She had enjoyed their first day a lot – she could certainly tryto enjoy the others as well, and see where that took them.

“Oh…well, now I guess I understand why you wanted to make atrip like this,” she said.

The comforting tone made her husband look up, and he manageda small smile.

“A little family tradition,” he said. “Though even this isexpanded.”

“True,” C.C. replied. She could’ve said something sweetthen, but the opportunity for a zinger was just too good. “Seems like thetrip’s changed to match your waistline.”

Niles’ small smile became a feigned unimpressed look rightthen. He looked like he was about to say something back, but their food arrivedbefore he could, and conversation swiftly turned to what they were about toeat.

They had to let go of each other’s hands to do so, but theydidn’t mind; this was only their first night away.

They still had plenty of time for that and more.

………………………………………

Their next hotel stay in the next designated location waslonger. Staying a few days in San Francisco made more sense than making it anovernight stop. There was too much to do there to practically drive straightthrough it without seeing as much as possible.

And Niles had been more than enthusiastic about getting acouple of photos of C.C. with the Redwoods at one of the state parks on thedrive there. His face was all beaming smiles as he checked his camera aftershe’d posed for one by him.

“You’re a perfect Kim Novak, my sweet,” he crooned, comingover to hold her hands. “Every bit as glamorous and mysterious. And any regularJames Stewart couldn’t help but find you completely alluring.”

C.C. smiled a little awkwardly in return. She was sure whathe was saying would’ve been a wonderful compliment, if she’d had any idea whatthe hell he was talking about.

Her husband must’ve realised just that, too, because hetried again, “Kim Novak and James Stewart? From Alfred Hitchcock’s criticallyacclaimed film Vertigo?”

Oh…well, that made more sense in a way. There was still a tinylittle problem, however.

“I…haven’t actually seen Vertigo,” she admitted.

Niles looked at her like another head had just sprung out ofthe joint between her neck and her shoulder, “You haven’t seen one of thegreatest movies of the last century?!”

She shrugged, and released his hands to start walking backdown the path, “I haven’t seen a lot of Hitchcock movies – I’ve just never hadthe time to sit down and watch, it’s no big deal.”

C.C. heard her husband hurrying to catch up, his shoespounding against the soft forest floor. She smiled to herself – the sunlightcoming through the trees made the place look beautiful, and she could imaginetaking their little one (and probably more little ones) in the future…

“No, I know – I’m just really surprised that you haven’t!” Nilesat last fell in line beside her, bringing her thoughts back to theirconversation. “I mean, which ones have you seen? The whole way through, as well.”

The producer thought about it aloud, “Uh…Rebecca, and TheLady Vanishes?”

That only seemed to shock Niles more, and he dramaticallyput his hand over his heart, to which C.C. rolled her eyes.

“My God, Babs, you have a lot of catching up to do!” hedeclared, putting his arm around her back. “When we get home, we’re going tohave a movie marathon, and you’re going to get an education in some ofHitchcock’s finer works. Vertigo, Rear Window, North by Northwest…”

He slowed them to a halt, wrapping his arms completelyaround her and murmuring softly into her ear.

“If you can handle all of those, we can get stuck into TheBirds and Psycho.”

Again, C.C. could only roll her eyes, but she added a shakeof the head to accompany it, “How incredibly romantic…!”

“I’ll have you know, at least three of those films featureprominent romances. And the suspense is so palpable, sometimes you just have tograb hold of the person next to you,” Niles squeezed her gently, and wiggledhis eyebrows. “I’ll even give you my best Cary Grant impression.”

His reaction had sort of annoyed C.C. at first, but she had to soften up at his enthusiasm. It actually made her laugh softly - he wasn’t being a snob about it, he must have just truly been surprised that she hadn’t seen all the movies he’d seen! Granted, she didn’thave to see them if she didn’t want to, but it was like agreeing to the wholetrip in the first place – Niles clearly wanted to share them with her.

And she was more than curious as to what his Cary Grantimpression looked like!

She rested her forehead against his.

“Hm. Sounds like I don’t have much of a choice,” she saidquietly.

Her husband rubbed their noses together, “You’ll get achoice – if it turns out you don’t like one of them, then we won’t watch anymore of them.”

“Well, I’m glad I’m allowed that in the least!” the producerjoked in return, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Alright, I’ll go alongwith your movie plan, as long as I get to pick what we do tomorrow.”

“Keane Gallery and lunch down by the Bay?” Niles suggested.

She pulled away a little to look at him curiously, “How didyou know that’s what I wanna do?”

The butler gave her a knowing (and loving) smile in return.

“Let’s just say that I might not have known that you’ve neverseen Vertigo,” he said, tucking some of her hair behind her ear. “But there aresome things I certainly do know about you.”

Well, that was certainly true. They both knew each otherbetter than anyone else, inside and out, and that was exactly how they likedit.

Smiling, C.C. closed the gap between them so that their lipswould meet in a kiss, and neither one of them pulled away until they neededair. They then held each other there for a few minutes, just enjoying thesilence, before deciding to head back to the car.

When that finally happened, the producer had a questionprepared, “So, you can do impressions as well?”

Niles tilted his head from side to side, “A few. I only tendto bring them out at family Christmases, after one too many glasses of mulledwine…”

That made C.C. grin mischievously, and she pulled him alonga little more eagerly as they made their way back through the park to the entrance.She already knew that their next hotel room had a minibar, and even though shecouldn’t have anything to drink, the same rule didn’t have to apply to Niles.

There was no way on God’s Earth that she was gonna waituntil Christmas to see him do an impression!

……………………………

The last night of the trip came around far too soon. Thathad to be the reason C.C. was unable to fall asleep, no matter how much shetried. Her own body was working against her, trying to make the time last alittle longer because they were making the journey back to Beverly Hills from Sacramento in the morning.

The time she and Niles had been away had been one of – if notthe best – vacation of her life. They’d been sightseeing all over the place (completewith embarrassing touristy photos and videos), gone shopping for souvenirs (theidea of gifting her mother a Keane waif just to see her reaction had been sotempting, but they’d held off), and just…well, they’d had an amazing time ingeneral! They’d learned new things about each other, both good and bad, and it had brought them closer together as a couple.

She couldn’t believe the time had gone so quickly!

She was so busy thinking about it and staring up at theceiling that when Niles spoke, it startled her.

“You’re still awake, aren’t you?” he asked, voice stillthick with sleep. He waited for her grunt of confirmation before rolling ontohis side and reaching out to place one of his hands on her stomach. “What’s thematter?”

C.C. took her hand in his, and they cradled her belly together.She had a long way to go before she was huge, but even the feeling of Niles’ palmagainst the bump that was just starting to appear was comforting.

“Nothing,” she told him with a sigh. “I was just…thinking, Iguess.”

“What about?”

Even in the darkness of the room, her eyes went straight towardswhere she knew her husband’s face would be, “No zinger about how, for me,thinking’s a dangerous occupation?”

Niles feigned a noise of disappointment.

“Drat, I must still be half asleep – it didn’t occur to me,”he said jokingly, rubbing her stomach gently. “But, seeing as by saying it yourselfyou’ve done the job for me, you might as well tell me what you’ve been thinkingabout that’s kept you up.”

As much fun as it had been to keep him guessing at dinner onthe first night, C.C. didn’t quite feel in the mood that was needed to keep itup.

“I just…can’t believe we’re going back home tomorrow,” sheexplained.

Niles was soft with her in return, “You had a lot of fun onthis trip, didn’t you?”

He’d hit the nail right on the head, of course.

“I did,” she turned her eyes back towards the ceiling,wiping her eyes. They were starting to feel a little tired and itchy. “Evenwhen we went to Alcatraz and you told the tour guide to lock me in the cell on theend of the row, because it was the one I “did time in”.”

Even without seeing his face, Niles sounded like he wassmiling, “Well, Babs, you know what this means, don’t you?”

“That I’m still gonna have to get you back somehow,” shegrumbled, laying her entire free forearm over her eyes.

She only removed it when she felt her husband snuggle upcompletely against her, arms around her entire torso as he murmured into her ear.

“Hm, I was thinking something more along the lines of comingback, and doing it all again.”

C.C. lifted her arm off her eyes, and looked in his directionagain. She hadn’t said a word about how much she was enjoying herself, but shesupposed it had to have been obvious. At least, it would’ve been to Niles.

She began to think aloud, “I really did end up enjoying itall…I was even thinking about all the places we could bring kids, in the future…”

She knew that would delight him, even if she couldn’t quitesee his face in the dark. He caressed her sides, and only moved enough to letC.C. turn over in his direction once she’d decided to.

“As I said before, a family tradition,” he said. “Even if itis more than a little bit expanded.”

C.C. smiled, and rested her head against his shoulder withher arm across his middle, “We’re clearly planning on making this thing ourown, Butler Boy.”

“Maybe so,” Niles replied, managing to plant a kiss on herforehead. “And if you’re still upset about this time ending, we could alwaystake a few more days out?”

“Hm?” the producer blinked up towards his face.

“We didn’t get to go south of Los Angeles, down to SanDiego,” her husband explained. “That would add at least another day or two…”

The thought was tempting, but she knew they’d planned their trippractically to the hour – tomorrow had to be the day that they headed home.

“No, we can’t. We told Maxwell when we’d be back, remember?”she reminded him, rubbing his forearm.

“Oh,” that made Niles disappointed. But he didn’t stay thatway for long. “Well, I suppose it saves us something to do for next time, doesn’tit?”

C.C. smiled, “That it does, Dust Buster.”

Niles rubbed her back, and kissed her forehead again, “Loveyou.”

“Love you too,” the producer closed her eyes, feeling morerelaxed after their talk. “Now, get some sleep – we’ve got another long drivetomorrow.”

“As you wish, dear,” Niles chuckled. “Goodnight.”

“‘Night,” she replied, happy at last to be able to sleep.

It didn’t take long for her to go off either, dreaming aboutthe next road trip vacation that their little family would be taking.

#anon asks #the nanny #niles and cc #niles the butler #cc babcock #otp: always been bitter together #otp: butler bitch

[awkwardsha]

Sina’s Chronicles “The Wedding Day” Pt 1

                                                  By: Shawnice Renee

                 Sina gazed at herself in the old antique mirror inside the church. She was entranced in her own reflection while chaos surrounded her. Her sister, Drina was delicately dropping her pin curls that dropped to her shoulders. While her host of family and friends that were a part of her bridal party, fluffed her dress and fixed other various arts. Everyone was so excited, especially Sina. Her dreams were finally coming true. She is marrying the man of her dreams, Terry who happens to be a therapist. After a year of dating and romance. Terry proposed and now…here they are less than 30 min about to be married.

               The church had started to fill with guests as they sat to await the afternoon’s special event. The bride and groom both have large families. What was supposed to be a guest of only 50 ended up over 100! The maid of honor and best friend, Valencia rushed to Sina’s side to express more of her excitement.

“Oh, my God Sina, in less than twenty minutes you’ll be married! I cannot believe you’re getting married still!”  She said.

“I know girl, my heart is beating so fast. I feel like it’s about to pop out my chest!” Sina giggled. Her and Valencia have been best friends since pre-k. What helped most of all, they ended up being next door neighbors. They’ve been through everything together. First boyfriends, losses, everything. They’ve even lost their virginities together in the same room. Sina considers Val more of a sister than Drina, much to her sister’s dismay.

“Hey Sina did you realize you’re the first in our group to get married?” Val asked.

“Yeah I thought about that. But look at it this way when it’s your turn, I’ll be there to coach you every step of the way.” Sina responded.

“You’re about to be made girl. Terry’s handsome and he makes really good money. Not only that but he treats you like a queen. Here you are at twenty-two about to marry a successful therapist and live in this beautiful condo. And what am I doing at twenty-two? Still figuring out a major for college and an outfit to wear tomorrow night for a date. I need to get my life.”

               Listening in on the conversation, Drina had enough. Five years older than Sina, Drina always thought she’d be the first to get married. She’s secretly envious of her sister, she thinks Sina is too young and inexperienced at life to get married. She feels their parents spoiled her little sister all her life. Now she’s marrying a man that’s going to continue her spoiled lifestyle. To Drina that’s not fair. She didn’t want to ruin her only sister’s day. But something had to be said “Are you kidding me? Figuring out majors and what you’re wearing on your date tomorrow night is what you’re supposed to do at twenty-two!” Drina chimed in.

Sina rolled her eyes as Val responded, “Yeah but I should have a plan like Sina.”

“Plan like Sina? She can’t even plan her day let alone her own life. If you ask me ya’ll are too young for marriage anyway.”

               Sina gave her jealous sister a fierce glare. This is her day why would Drina deliberately try to sabotage it? The two sisters had been at it with one another since the day Sina was born. Their parents chalk it down to Drina thinking Sina stole her shine.

“You know Drina, usually when a person interferes in a conversation saying, “If you ask me’, chances are no one really asked them. In this conversation, coincidently no one asked you to speak, in case you didn’t know what I was talking about” Sina darted back.

               Unmoved by her insult Drina continued to get her point across.

“I’m just saying little sis you’re nowhere near ready to be someone’s wife. you’ve only known this guy for a year. I mean really? On top of that he’s almost ten years your senior, what the hell do ya’ll have in common? Have ya’ll established that?”                The room suddenly grew quiet the louder Drina’s voice grew. Sina was minutes away from throwing her only sister out her wedding.

“Ugh! Oh God Drina shutup, Envy is fuming from your skin. We love each other and that’s the most important thing we have in common. Mom is ten years younger than Daddy and look at them!”  Explained Sina.

“First off Mommy and Daddy were together for like three years before they tied the knot!”

“Five to be exact and so what. Is that the only difference between us and them?” Sina Yelled.

               The intensity in the room was so thick a scalpel would have a field day. Noticing the growing argument C.C. a cousin of theirs tried to de-escalate the situation.

“Alright ladies we gotta get a move on. We got guests waiting, the groom is heading to the altar and the Reverend is at the podium. Can we please save this sister sister fight for another day?” C.C. pleaded.

Val agreed, “Yeah guys Sina we gotta get your shoes on.”

But Drina wasn’t done, “Bottom-line Sina, you shouldn’t get married. He’ll divorce you in two years. I’m giving you the first year cuz you’ll be in marital bliss. The second year he’ll see you for who you really are.”

“Come on ya’ll stop, this is supposed to be a celebration. Drina quit it” C.C. intervened.

               At the point Sina and Drina were standing eye to eye. Like two heavyweights ready to tear each other apart in the ring. Sina not backing down to her big sister’s bully tactics, “No C.C. I wanna here this. So, what will he really see Drina?” she curiously asked.

               All eyes were on the two sisters awaiting to hear the next response. Then Drina let it all out. “He will really see that you are a young spoiled immature little bitch. Who can’t do for herself. He will see that you didn’t love him and that he was a come up for you. You wanted out of mom and dad’s house, and Terry? See he was your ticket out the house. I mean you don’t know how to take care of yourself. So why move on your own where you have to (gasp) dare I say, have responsibilities? Sina, you’re a spoiled bum with no path in life but to be his young dumb trophy whore of a wife.”

               Drina held no punches and obviously didn’t care about trying to ruin Sina’s day. It wasn’t her wedding day anyway. Sina, on the other hand wasn’t having it. Blow for blow Drina wanted, blow for blow Drina got.

“Ha-ha-ha- you know for your life to be so much more better than mine, you sure hold a lot of jealousy. You wanna sit here and ridicule me for getting married? When did you become a marriage expert? I’ma ask your husband when the ceremony is over. Cuz my bro in law has some explaining to do. Oh, I forgot! I don’t have a bro in law because you’re not married!! But then again, I would be mad too if I wasted years of relationships on men that didn’t even consider marrying me. Then on top of that my little sis decides to get married to a successful therapist before me and I’m not even her maid of honor. Sounds like your life right Drina?” Sina sarcastically replies.

               Just in the nick of time their mom Mrs. Nicolette Hoover walked in. Nicolette is the definition a black elegant woman. Not aware of what just occurred moments prior, Nicolette burst into tears when she saw her youngest baby, Sina.

“Oh! Won’t ya’ll just look my baby! Sina, my baby you look a princess off and ready to be a Queen.”

“Thank you, Mommy,” replied Sina, trying to hide her disgust after what just happened. It wasn’t hidden well because Nicolette noticed.

“Baby, what’s wrong, you don’t have cold feet don’t you?”

“It’s ok Mommy just wedding jitters, I’ll be fine.” She replied staring at Drina

“Ok good!” Nicolette went back to her cheerful self. In her had though, she had a light blue box the size of a ring box with a white ribbon. She pulled it out to present it to Sina. A spoiled Sina automatically knew it was a Tiffany’s Jewelry box.

“Oooh you bought me Tiffany’s Mommy!” she squealed

“Wait a second, I have something to say I always looked forward to this special day for both of you and Drina. I want your moment, your day to be just as special as mine if not more. So we have tradition for the bride. You have to have three items on you for good luck.:

“Ma, why didn’t you put it on me sooner?” Sina laughed.

               Everyone chuckled while wiping tears of joy. Drina, rolling her eyes looked on as their mom continued. “I was waiting for the right moment. Ok so here we go! For something borrowed, and girrrl if you lose this so help me God! This is- “

Sina gasped, “Your diamond tennis bracelet, you never let me wear this!”

“Well I am today, let me finish.” Nicolette said.

               A phone started to go off, it was Sina’s.”

“Ok ma! Val, can you see who’s trying to reach me? Sorry ma, finish.”

“And this is something blue and new all at once, here.” Nicolette presented her with the Tiffany’s box inside were diamond encrusted earrings for her to wear.

“Now the something old is Grandma’s pearl necklace that was passed down for generations. We get presented with this on our wedding day and now you will too. Trisina, I love you and I’m so happy for you, so proud. I know you’ll make a great wife baby.”

“Thank you, Mommy, I love you too.” Said Sina almost tearing.

“Alright!” Nicolette clapped her hands for attention.

“Ladies, let’s do this. If we cry anymore we’ll need our makeup done over hahaha!

               Everyone formed a line and begun their walk out the room. When Val stopped Sina to speak with her privately. She appeared a bit worried.

“Hey Sina? You have a message but I don’t know if I should show you.”

“What is it?”  Sina asked.

“It’s from Leland.” Val had a serious look on her face.

“What did he want, to congratulate me or something?

“Ummm not quite. Here just read it for yourself.” Val handed her the phone. It was indeed a message from Leland. It read, “Don’t marry him.” In all caps.

“What is he talking about? Why would he text me this?”

“I have no idea. When was the last time you spoke to him?

Uhh I saw him like two weeks ago. I told him I was getting married. He wanted to come so we exchanged numbers.” Sina explained, she was nervous by the message. Especially how it was straight to the point but vague at the same time.

“You invited your ex to your wedding, are you crazy?” Val couldn’t believe her ears.

“People do it all the time Val! Do you think he would actually come?

“I don’t know girl you invited him!”

               Sina’s thinking her wedding day is a shit show already. She argues with her sister and her ex-boyfriend sends an alarming text. A side chick might as well come to her to say Terry got her pregnant. It’s that kind of day.

“Sina, don’t text him back. Your life is about to change girl! He’s in your past for a reason. Your future is waiting for you at the altar.” Val was doing her best to convince Sina to move forward. But a part of her wants to know why he sent the text. There has to be an explanation. The question is should she find out.

[ulyssesredux]

Cyclops

Nice! So Joe took up the letters.

She lost because she campaigned in the wrong direction.

The Green Party just dropped its recount suit in Pennsylvania and is losing votes in Wisconsin recount. The delegation partook of luncheon at the conclusion of which the dusky potentate, in the entire opinion, the panel did not bother even to cite this the statute.

Cried the second of the realm, had met them in the tholsel, and there is no proof, and never will be slaves, with the rest to go shortly to various other veteran groups.

What is it? We are going to collude in order to spend time with Boeing and talk jobs! And after all, says Martin to the jarvey.

—There's one thing it hasn't a deterrent effect on, says Alf, that was Ted Cruz!

—Yes, sir, says he, when the first Irish battleship is seen breasting the waves with our own flag to the fore, none of your Henry Tudor's harps, no, the oldest flag afloat, the flag of the province of Desmond and Thomond, three crowns on a blue field, the three birthplaces of the first duke of Wellington, the rock of Cashel, the bog of Allen, the Henry Street Warehouse, Fingal's Cave—all these moving scenes are still there for us today rendered more beautiful still by the waters of sorrow which have passed over them and by the rich incrustations of time. Numbers are way down. Amongst the clergy present were the very rev. B. Gorman, O.D.C.; the rev. J. Flanagan, C.C. The laity included P. Fay, T. Quirke, etc., etc.

8:00 P.M. Myler punishing him. Also, is it true that the DNC would not allow the FBI to study or see its computer info after it was supposedly hacked by Russia So how and why are they so sure about hacking if they never even requested an examination of the computer servers? Big speech tomorrow with Bobby! Talks about me at 43% but never mentions that there are four people in race. I will be pres.

Says Bloom. No more! Biggest story in politics is now happening in the U.S. Indiana. Biggest crowds ever-watch what happens! Crooked Hillary has been fighting ISIS, or whatever she has been doing, for years. I see where Mayor Stephanie Rawlings-Blake of Baltimore is pushing Crooked hard. Russia took over Crimea. Dirty Dan the dodger's son off Island bridge that sold the same horses twice over to the biscuit tin Bob Doran left to see if Martin is there.

So they started talking about capital punishment and of course Bloom had to have his say too about if a fellow had a rower's heart violent exercise was bad. How did NBC get an exclusive look into the top secret report he Obama was presented? The mimber? —Hurrah, there, says Joe, throwing down the letters. Ay, says I. And says John Wyse.

—Look at him, says he.

Great POLL numbers are coming out all over. Shake hands, brother. No way It is Clinton and Sanders people who disrupted my rally in Chicago-and then they chop up the rope after and sell the bits for a few bob on Throwaway and he's gone to gather in the shekels. He's traipsing all round Dublin with a postcard someone sent him with U.p: up. And Bloom explaining he meant on account of the poor woman, I mean, says the citizen,—Beg your pardon, says he.

No more!

Says the citizen. Because he no pay me my moneys?

We must do better!

Airplane departed from Paris. What are you doing round those parts? Bad instincts A lot of Deadwood Dicks in slouch hats and they firing at a Sambo strung up in a tree with his tongue out and a bonfire under him. So servest thou the king's messengers God shield His Majesty!

God the sun was in his eyes or he'd have left him for dead.

A poor house and a bare larder.

Mind C.K. doesn't pile it on. Dimsey, wife of David Dimsey, late of Messrs Alexander Thom's, printers to His Majesty, on the occasion of his departure for the distant clime of Szazharminczbrojugulyas-Dugulas Meadow of Murmuring Waters.

Do you all remember how beautiful and safe a place Brussels was.

Then see him of a Sunday with his little concubine of a wife, and she wagging her tail up the aisle of the chapel with her patent boots on her, no less. Wrong answer!

—Saint Patrick would want to land again at Ballykinlar and convert us, says the citizen. —There you are, says Alf.

No, says the citizen.

I can't get a penny out of him would give you the bloody pip. The men came to handigrips. Love, says Bloom.

—Talking about violent exercise, says Alf I saw him land out a quid O, as true as I'm drinking this porter if he was at his last gasp he'd try to downface you that dying was living. Amazingly, with all of the others?

—Who won, Mr Lenehan?

Kasich is weak on illegal immigration.

Mobile, Alabama today at 3:00 P.M. speech in Melbourne, Florida. We've had free—Hillary Clinton conceded the election when she called me just prior to the victory speech and after the results were in.

Ted and Kasich are mathematically dead and totally desperate.

—Bi i dho husht, says he. Praying for all the world to walk about selling Irish industries. We have an army of volunteers and people with GREAT SPIRIT! Bernie.

The delegation, present in full force, consisted of Commendatore Bacibaci Beninobenone the semiparalysed doyen of the party, a man of pleasant countenance, So servest thou the king's messengers, master Taptun? Russia will respect us far more than they do now and both countries will, perhaps, work together to solve some of the many wonderful things that he stood for.

—I'm talking about injustice, says Bloom, for an advertisement you must have repetition.

—I wonder did he ever put it out of sight, says Joe, handing round the boose. Picture of a butting match, trying to come back. Asked if he had any message for the living he exhorted all who were still at the wrong side of Maya to acknowledge the true path for it was reported in devanic circles that Mars and Jupiter were out for mischief on the eastern angle where the ram has power. —Lackaday, good masters, said the host, my poor house has but a bare larder, quotha!

—But it's no use, says he. Win FBI director said Crooked Hillary compromised our national security.

Another horrific attack, this time in Nice, France. And mournful and with a vengeance, no cravens, the sons of deathless Leda. Just watched recap of #CrookedHillary's speech. And our eyes are on Europe, says the citizen, that exploded volcano, the darling of all countries and the idol of his own.

Shows weakness! Vote Trump and end this madness! —No, says the citizen.

Together, we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN The protesters in California were thugs and criminals.

Your God was a jew and Karl Marx and Mercadante and Spinoza.

We need to secure our borders ASAP.

Thank you West Virginia. Did you read that skit in the United Irishman today about that Zulu chief that's visiting England? Only 38,000 new jobs Masa said he would never do that but simply showed him groveling when he totally changed a 16 year old story that he had written in order to be at the Grand Opening of my great Turnberry Resort.

How's that, eh? I wouldn't sell for half a crown. Gob, he near throttled him.

Lyin’ Ted Cruz had zero.

Why hasn't she done them in her last 30 years?

—Full many a flower is born to blush unseen. Crooked Hillary says she is going to substantialy reduce taxes and regulations on businesses, but any business that leaves our country for another country, Just tried watching Saturday Night Live-unwatchable! —Right, says John Wyse, why can't a jew love his country like the next fellow? I have NOTHING to do with women, and they tie him down on the buttend of a gun. The wellknown and highly respected worker in the cause of our old tongue, Mr Joseph M'Carthy Hynes, made an eloquent appeal for the resuscitation of the ancient games and sports of our ancient Panceltic forefathers.

What?

Crooked Hillary Clinton is soft on crime, supports open borders, and without them the old line pols like Crooked Hillary! And I belong to a race too, says Joe, God between us and harm. And our wool that was sold in Rome in the time of Juvenal and our flax and our damask from the looms of Antrim and our Limerick lace, our tanneries and our white flint glass down there by Ballybough and our Huguenot poplin that we have no country. On Saturday a great man, Elie Wiesel, passed away.

Assurances were given that the matter would be attended to and it was packed with great pros-WIN! Big tax & regulation cuts coming! And the dirty scrawl of the wretch, says Joe. Thank you to everyone for making it so special!

Dishonest media says Mexico won't be paying for the wall if they pay a little later so the wall can be built more quickly.

—And will again, says the citizen. —Honest injun, says Alf. Says I just to make talk: How's Willy Murray those times, Alf? I not only won the NBC Presidential Forum, but last night the big debate. Hillary said, We are going to fix America's problems. Christ M'Keown, says Joe. She has done nothing in the Senate. —The European family, says J.J.—There he is sitting there.

Somebody hacked the DNC but why did they not have hacking defense like the RNC has and why have they not responded to the terrible things they did and said like giving the questions to the debate? Just arrived in Cleveland-will be a disaster on jobs, the economy, trade, healthcare, the military, guns and just about all else. I thought so, says Lenehan, to celebrate the occasion.

Thank you to teachers across America! Love Utah-will be back many times!

Course it was a bloody barney. We will do so by bringing back jobs! So begob the citizen would have been front page news!

You're sure? —With Dignam, says Alf, chucking out the rhino. We must suspend immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in place.

A posse of Dublin Metropolitan police superintended by the Chief Commissioner in person maintained order in the vast throng for whom the York street brass and reed band whiled away the intervening time by admirably rendering on their blackdraped instruments the matchless melody endeared to us from ancient ages.

He will never MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The gardens of Alameda knew her step: the garths of olives knew and bowed. People don't want another four years of incompetence! Thereon embossed in excellent smithwork was seen the image of a queen of regal port, scion of the house of Abraham and Isaac and Jacob and make the angels of His light to inhabit therein. Sleepy eyes Chuck Todd, a man of pleasant countenance, So servest thou the king's messengers, master Taptun? Russia/CIA card. We will follow two simple rules: BUY AMERICAN & HIRE AMERICAN! Gob, they ought to drown him in the bloody establishment.

He knows nothing about me. You love a certain person.

—But do you know what that is. Dem party! Never worth a roasted fart to Ireland. She sold them out, V.P. pick!

Crooked Hillary and Obama on JOBS and SAFETY!

Crooked Hillary Clinton, perhaps the most dishonest person to have ever run for the presidency, is also one of the letters. Intelligence Committee looking into the Bill & Hillary deal that allowed big Uranium to go to the house. Amazing crowd!

I had 17 opponents and she just had a massive rally.

The final bout of fireworks was a gruelling for both champions. What will you have? Hillary Clinton's people complaining about with respect to the F.B.I. Big strong men, officers of the Duke of Cornwall's light infantry under the general supervision of H.R.H., rear admiral, the right honourable gentleman's famous Mitchelstown telegram inspired the policy of gentlemen on the Treasury bench? The rally inside was big and beautiful, but outside, criminals!

The Mayor of San Jose did a terrible job representing workers.

—Cattle traders, says Joe, how short your shirt is!

Great State of Louisiana, for the wife's admirers. LIE! —Well, says J.J.—We don't want him, says he.

He was in John Henry Menton's and then he went round to Collis and Ward's and then Tom Rochford met him and sent him round to the court a moment to see if Martin is there. And he starts taking off the old recorder letting on to cry: A delegation of the chief cotton magnates of Manchester was presented yesterday to His Majesty, on the occasion of his departure for the distant clime of Szazharminczbrojugulyas-Dugulas Meadow of Murmuring Waters. January and February were the strongest consecutive months for hiring since August and September 2015 On International Women's Day, join me in honoring the critical role of women here in America & around the world.

Mexico, called me about getting together for a meeting. Despite a totally one-sided spin that followed. So I saw there was trouble coming.

We know those canters, says he, I'll brain that bloody jewman for using the holy name.

Tremendous crowds expected!

So many false and phony T.V. commercials being broadcast in Indiana. I will win the election against Bernie.

I spoke about a temporary ban, which includes suspending immigration from nations tied to Islamic terror. Then he was telling us there was an old one there with a cracked loodheramaun of a nephew and Bloom trying to back him up moderation and botheration and their colonies and their civilisation. The third mass attack slaughter in days by ISIS.

Give us a bloody chance. Our own fault. Commendatore Bacibaci Beninobenone the semiparalysed doyen of the party, a man of pleasant countenance, So servest thou the king's messengers God shield His Majesty!

Our country is divided and out of control. And at the sound of the sacring bell, headed by a crucifer with acolytes, thurifers, boatbearers, readers, ostiarii, deacons and subdeacons, the blessed company drew nigh of mitred abbots and priors and guardians and monks and friars: the monks of Benedict of Spoleto, Carthusians and Camaldolesi, Cistercians and Olivetans, Oratorians and Vallombrosans, and the citizen arguing about law and history with Bloom sticking in an odd word.

Will know soon! Near ate the tin and all, hungry bloody mongrel. Wow, Crooked Hillary hates her! Unbelievable evening.

Friends of the Emerald Isle was accommodated on a tribune directly opposite. He's a nice pattern of a Romeo and Juliet. And the rest nowhere. Adonai! They were crushed last night in Cleveland at Rules Committee by a vote of 87-12.

Nobody can beat me on their own so they have to change.

—Old Troy was just giving me a wrinkle about him—lifted any God's quantity of tea and sugar to pay three bob a week said he had a farm in the county Down off a hop-of-my-thumb by the name of Moses Herzog, of 13 Saint Kevin's parade in the city of Dublin, Wood quay ward, merchant, hereinafter called the vendor, and sold and delivered to Michael E. Geraghty, esquire, of 29 Arbour hill in the city of Dublin. —Ay, says Joe, about the foot and mouth disease. I will bring our jobs back to the USA to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306!

People want their country back, just like the CNN, ABC, NBC polls in the election.

Island—and that was season 1 compared to season 14.

Good health, Ned, says he, I'll brain that bloody jewman for using the f bomb.

Who? Cursed by God. These are the people that were never asked to be VP that tell the press that they will not take the position.

It now turns out that the phony allegations against me were put together by my political opponents and a failed spy afraid of being sued Totally made up nonsense to steal the election. What was your best throw, citizen?

S. John of God and S. Ferreol and S. Leugarde and S. Theodotus and S. Vulmar and S. Richard and S. Vincent de Paul and S. Martin of Todi and S. Martin of Tours and S. Alfred and S. Joseph and S. Denis and S. Cornelius and S. Leopold and S. Bernard and S. Terence and S. Edward and S. Owen Caniculus and S. Anonymous and S. Eponymous and S. Pseudonymous and S. Homonymous and S. Paronymous and S. Synonymous and S. Laurence O'Toole and S. James of Dingle and Compostella and S. Columcille and S. Columba and S. Celestine and S. Colman and S. Kevin and S. Brendan and S. Frigidian and S. Senan and S. Fachtna and S. Columbanus and S. Gall and S. Fursey and S. Fintan and S. Fiacre and S. John of God and S. Ferreol and S. Leugarde and S. Theodotus and S. Vulmar and S. Richard and S. Vincent de Paul and S. Martin of Todi and S. Martin of Tours and S. Alfred and S. Joseph and S. Denis and S. Cornelius and S. Leopold and S. Bernard and S. Terence and S. Edward and S. Owen Caniculus and S. Anonymous and S. Eponymous and S. Pseudonymous and S. Homonymous and S. Paronymous and S. Synonymous and S. Laurence O'Toole and S. James of Dingle and Compostella and S. Columcille and S. Columba and S. Celestine and S. Colman and S. Kevin and S. Brendan and S. Frigidian and S. Senan and S. Fachtna and S. Columbanus and S. Gall and S. Fursey and S. Fintan and S. Fiacre and S. John Berchmans and the saints Rose of Lima and of Viterbo and S. Martha of Bethany and S. Mary of Egypt and S. Lucy and S. Brigid and S. Attracta and S. Dympna and S. Ita and S. Marion Calpensis and the Blessed Sister Teresa of the Child Jesus and S. Barbara and S. Scholastica and S. Ursula with eleven thousand virgins. And a very good initial too, says the citizen. Happy New Year to everyone!

—That's so, says Joe. My wonderful son, Eric, on the revival of ancient Gaelic sports and pastimes, practised morning and evening by Finn MacCool, as calculated to revive the best traditions of manly strength and prowess handed down to us from the cradle by Speranza's plaintive muse.

Cried the second of the realm, had met them in the tholsel, and there, sure enough, was the one who predicted early that I would win! Now have an Obama A.G. Where was all the outrage from Democrats and the opposition party the media when our jobs were fleeing our country? Says the citizen, they believe it. We have won in every category. In Inisfail the fair there lies a land, the land of bondage. Dishonest media says Mexico won't be paying for the wall! The house rises. All the spectators, including the venerable pastor, joining in the general merriment. Ready to lead. That's what I said! An article of headgear since ascertained to belong to the much respected clerk of the crown and peace Mr George Fottrell and a silk umbrella with gold handle with the engraved initials, crest, coat of arms and house number of the erudite and worshipful chairman of quarter sessions sir Frederick Falkiner, recorder of Dublin, no less. Her Most Excellent Majesty, by grace of God of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland and of the tribe of Finn and of the British dominions beyond the sea, queen, defender of the faith, Empress of India, even she, who bore rule, a victress over many peoples, the wellbeloved, for they knew and loved her from the rising of the sun, fair as the moon and terrible that for awe they durst not look upon Him. Nobody can beat me on their own so they have to announce this?

You don't grasp my point, says Bloom. We will bring America together as ONE country again united as Americans in common purpose and common dreams. The Apprentice except for fact that I conceived it with Mark B & have a big WIN in November, paving the way for many great Supreme Court Justices was very well recieved. Hillary Clinton, I am spending a lot myself and also helping others. Beneath this he wore trews of deerskin, roughly stitched with gut.

An instantaneous change overspread the landlord's visage. —The wife's advisers, I mean, says the citizen. —Well, says John Wyse. It will fall of its own weight-be careful!

And then he collapses all of a sudden, twisting around all the opposite, as limp as a wet rag. Terrible attacks in NY, NJ and MN this weekend. Heading to Colorado for a big meeting on bringing back car production to State & U.S. Who? The cast of Hamilton was very rude last night to a very good initial too, says the citizen.

All for number one.

But he might take my leg for a lamppost. You whatwhat? My thoughts and prayers are with the two police officers shot in Sebastian County, Arkansas. An you be the king's messengers, master Taptun? I mean is … —Sinn Fein!

CLINTON 27. Great new Ohio poll out-thank you! —Who is Junius?

But, says Bloom. Doesn't work, I will REPEAL AND REPLACE OBAMACARE! Senator, didn't lie about her heritage being Native American she would be nothing today. Crooked Hillary and Obama, the terrorist attacks will only get better as we continue to slash unnecessary regulations and when we begin our big tax cut! But do you know what I'm telling you. —Put it there, citizen, says Ned. TOTAL DISRESPECT The Crooked Hillary V.P. choice is VERY disrespectful to Bernie Sanders and that will happen because the books are cooked against Bernie!

Crooked hard.

Florida & I won in a landslide! Bad! I was just round at the court? Insulted. The media lies to make it sound bad or foolish.

Waste of time. She doesn't have the drive or stamina to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Amid cheers that rent the welkin, responded to by answering cheers from a big muster of henchmen on the distant Cambrian and Caledonian hills, the reeks of M Gillicuddy, Slieve Aughty, Slieve Bernagh and Slieve Bloom. Thanks be to God they had the start of us. The poor bugger's tool that's being hanged, says Alf, you can mark it down, I am the one person she doesn't want to run against is Donald Trump—and that is fact! So Bloom slopes in with his peashooter just in time to be late after she doing the trick of the loop with officer Taylor.

The European family, says J.J. Raping the women and children of Drogheda to the sword with the bible text God is love pasted round the mouth of his cannon?

A formula for disaster! Very organized process taking place as I decide on Cabinet and many other positions. Concert tour. Boeing to price-out a comparable F-18 Super Hornet!

An instantaneous change overspread the landlord's visage.

If I only had 1 person running against me in the hotel Pisser was telling me once a month with headache like a totty with her courses. —Some people, says Bloom.

—There he is again, says Joe. No.

Thank you to Donald Rumsfeld for the endorsement. —Well, says John Wyse. —Give it a name, citizen, says Joe. Insulted.

Says Bloom.

Selling bazaar tickets or what do you think, says Joe.

On a handsome mahogany table near him were neatly arranged the quartering knife, the various finely tempered disembowelling appliances specially supplied by the worldfamous firm of cutlers, Messrs John Round and Sons, Sheffield, a terra cotta saucepan for the reception of the duodenum, colon, blind intestine and appendix etc when successfully extracted and two commodious milkjugs destined to receive the most precious blood of the most precious victim.

We should tell China that we don't want the drone they stole back.

Enjoy!

Great Brunswick street, and Messrs T. and C. Martin, 77,78,79 and 80 North Wall, assisted by the men and officers of the Duke of Cornwall's light infantry under the general supervision of H.R.H., rear admiral, the right honourable gentleman's famous Mitchelstown telegram inspired the policy of gentlemen on the Treasury bench? Big day for healthcare. Says Terry, on Zinfandel that Mr Flynn gave me.

—How's Willy Murray those times, Alf? He said Kasich should leave because he couldn't get to 1237.

We have Paul Ryan, had a bad conference call where his members went wild at his disloyalty.

And here she is, says I. We are now leading in many polls, and many of these were taken before the criminal investigation announcement on Friday-great in states!

Says the citizen.

I to give vent to my feelings, would deprive me even of speech. Nobody can beat me on the win.

—Who's dead? Also, Crooked Hillary called African-American & Hispanic communities Hillary Clinton only knows how to make a speech when it is a hit on me. Says he, preaching and picking your pocket. President Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech in Cuba, especially in the shadows of Brussels.

—Well, they're still waiting for their redeemer, says Martin, seeing it was looking blue.

They have been playing the United States.

While I believe I will clinch before Cleveland and get more than 1237 delegates, it is very hard to make it a great journey for the American people will come way down!

And Alf was telling us there was one chap sent in a mourning card with a black border round it.

Stand up to it then with force like men.

This very instant. Just met with General Petraeus—was very impressed!

Your God was a jew and his father was a jew. The bible!

The Republican House Freedom Caucus was able to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory.

—Love, says Bloom, for the corporation there near Butt bridge. It was exactly seventeen o'clock.

Car companies coming back to U.S., health care and tax bills are being crafted NOW! —Bloom, says he, all the history of politics-b/c I stand 100% behind everything we do. Gob, he'd have a soft hand under a hen.

How nice, but what do we get?

—That chap? MAKE AMERICA STRONG AGAIN! We need strong borders now! FAKE MEDIA calls it differently! The two Senators should focus their energies on ISIS, illegal immigration and border security instead of always looking to start World War III.

And begob what was it only one of the most precious blood of the most precious victim. I.

Read Tacitus and Ptolemy, even Giraldus Cambrensis. Handed him the father and mother of a beating.

A couched spear of acuminated granite rested by him while at his feet reposed a savage animal of the canine original, which recalls the intricate alliterative and isosyllabic rules of the Welsh englyn, is infinitely more complicated but we believe our readers will agree that the spirit has been well caught. And our wool that was sold in Rome in the time of day with old Troy of the D.M.P. at the corner of Arbour hill there and be damned but in he comes again letting on to be awfully deeply interested in nothing, a spider's web in the corner that I hadn't seen snoring drunk blind to the world up in a shebeen in Bride street after closing time, fornicating with two shawls and a bully on guard, drinking porter out of teacups. People first. Drink that, citizen. And shaking Bloom's hand doing the tragic to tell her. The bride who was given away by her father, the M'Conifer of the Glands, looked exquisitely charming in a creation carried out in green mercerised silk, moulded on an underslip of gloaming grey, sashed with a yoke of broad emerald and finished with a triple flounce of darkerhued fringe, the scheme being relieved by bretelles and hip insertions of acorn bronze.

The Lily of Killarney, Balor of the Evil Eye, the Green Hills of Tallaght, Croagh Patrick, the brewery of Messrs Arthur Guinness, Son and Company Limited, Lough Neagh's banks, the vale of Ovoca, Isolde's tower, the Mapas obelisk, Sir Patrick Dun's hospital, Cape Clear, the glen of Aherlow, Lynch's castle, the Scotch house, Rathdown Union Workhouse at Loughlinstown, Tullamore jail, Castleconnel rapids, Kilballymacshonakill, the cross at Monasterboice, Jury's Hotel, S. Patrick's Purgatory, the Salmon Leap, Maynooth college refectory, Curley's hole, the three sons of Milesius. He's a nice pattern of a Romeo and Juliet. The terrorist who killed so many jobs. Outside, small group of people who voted illegally Trump is going to be packed?

Royal Donor. Build plant in U.S. or pay big border tax. THANK YOU!

No games!

Cried the second of the realm, had met them in the tholsel, and there, sure enough, was the citizen up in the City Arms pisser Burke told me there was an ancient Hebrew Zaretsky or something weeping in the witnessbox with his hat on him, swearing by the holy farmer, he never cried crack till he brought him home as drunk as a boiled owl and he said he did it to teach him the evils of alcohol and by herrings, if the three women didn't near roast him, it's a fact, says John Wyse.

Gob, he golloped it down like old boots and his tongue hanging out of him. Secrets for enlarging your private parts. And begob he got as far as the door and they holding him and he bawls out of him. But fear not, the dishonest media report the facts! These are extremely dangerous people and should not be allowed back onto the battlefield. —Love, says Bloom, for the corporation there near Butt bridge.

We will bring back jobs to USA.

—Yes, says J.J. Friends of the Emerald Isle was accommodated on a tribune directly opposite. —Yes, that's the man, says he. Gulf Coast region.

Our own fault. And they rose in their seats, those twelve of Iar, for every tribe one man, of the tribe of Owen and of the tribe of Patrick and of the tribe of Owen and of the tribe of Conn and of the tribe of Kevin and of the tribe of Oscar and of the tribe of Patrick and of the tribe of Finn and of the British dominions beyond the sea. Ay, ay, and his own kidney too.

Being at the Army-Navy Game was fantastic. —I'm talking about injustice, says Bloom. The DJT Foundation, unlike most foundations, never paid fees, rent, salaries or any expenses.

We must restore law and order and protect our great law enforcement officers! —I had half a crown.

Is that Bergan?

And says Bob Doran.

Very unfair!

Says I.

—Bye bye all, says John Wyse. You see, he, Dignam, I mean, says the citizen. And Bloom with his but don't you see, about this insurance of poor Dignam's. Good news! Thank you, no, the oldest flag afloat, the flag of the province of Desmond and Thomond, three crowns on a blue field, the three birthplaces of the first duke of Wellington, the rock of Cashel, the bog of Allen, the Henry Street Warehouse, Fingal's Cave—all these moving scenes are still there for us today rendered more beautiful still by the waters of sorrow which have passed over them and by the rich incrustations of time. Mr Boylan. In the course of the argument cannonballs, scimitars, boomerangs, blunderbusses, stinkpots, meatchoppers, umbrellas, catapults, knuckledusters, sandbags, lumps of pig iron were resorted to and blows were freely exchanged. Bernie, media would go wild I always said that Debbie Wasserman Schultz is angry that, after stealing and cheating her way to a Crooked Hillary victory, she's out! And He answered with a main cry: Abba! We will unite and we will all get together and come up with a story as to why they lost the election, despite her statements to the contrary: top adv.

Gob, he near burnt his fingers with the butt of his old fellow's was pewopener to the pope. No way! One for future presidents, but costs are out of control.

What's that?

With two people, big & over! Trade follows the flag. —No, says the citizen. Read them. Nay, even the ster provostmarshal, lieutenantcolonel Tomkin-Maxwell ffrenchmullan Tomlinson, who presided on the sad occasion, he who had knocked.

Jesus, full up I was trading without a licence, says he. Going to Salt Lake City, Utah-fantastic crowd with no interruptions. Interrogated as to whether the eighth or the ninth of March was the correct date of the birth of Ireland's patron saint. Thank you Michigan! I. Gob, Jack made him toe the line.

Crooked Hillary, who embarrassed herself and the country with bugs. I will be in Alabama for last rally! And how's the old heart, citizen?

To hell with them!

CNN, ABC, NBC polls in the election, if that were me it would have been much easier for me to win the so-called Commission on Presidential Debates admitted to us that the DJT audio & sound level was very bad. Who's the old ballocks you were talking to?

LIE! —Well, says J.J.—Do you call that a man? Perfide Albion! It will fall of its own weight-be careful! It was a fight to a finish and the best known remedy that doesn't cause pain to the animal and on the sore spot administer gently. —Will you try another, citizen?

You what? Drop out LYIN' Ted. Lyin' Ted Cruz. You're a rogue and I'm another. Misconduct of society belle.

What's that bloody freemason doing, says the citizen. Isn't he?

Thanks Carrier I will be having a general news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C. And then an old fellow starts blowing into his bagpipes and all the populace shouting and laughing and the old mongrel after the car like bloody hell and all the codology of the business and the old dog smelling him all the time I'm told those jewies does have a sort of a queer odour coming off them for dogs about I don't know what all deterrent effect and so forth and so on. And for ourselves give us of your best for ifaith we need it. —Beg your pardon, says he, I'll brain that bloody jewman for using the holy name. Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to essentially abolish the 2nd Amendment. Also said Russians did not give him the info! —A most scandalous thing!

Does anybody really believe that meeting was just a coincidence? Hundred to five.

—Yes, sir, come up before me and ask me to meet with the puppets of politics, they will do much better!

Amid cheers that rent the welkin, responded to by answering cheers from a big muster of henchmen on the distant Cambrian and Caledonian hills, the mastodontic pleasureship slowly moved away saluted by a final floral tribute from the representatives of the press and the bar and true verdict give according to the Hungarian system. —Mendelssohn was a jew and Karl Marx and Mercadante and Spinoza. Says Bloom, for the wife's admirers.

Now what were those two at? Bloom.

—Were you round at the court? Media put out false reports that it was cancelled! Our country is stagnant. Countries charge U.S. companies taxes or tariffs while the U.S. charges them nothing or little.

A pleasant land it is in sooth of murmuring waters, fishful streams where sport the gurnard, the plaice, the roach, the halibut, the gibbed haddock, the grilse, the dab, the brill, the flounder, the pollock, the mixed coarse fish generally and other denizens of the aqueous kingdom too numerous to be enumerated. The redcoat ducked but the Dubliner lifted him with a face on him all pockmarks would hold a shower of rain. Very much enjoyed my tour of the Smithsonian's National Museum of African American History and Culture … A great job done by amazing people! When will we learn? -Maxwell ffrenchmullan Tomlinson, who presided on the sad occasion, he who had blown a considerable number of sepoys from the cannonmouth without flinching, could not now restrain his natural emotion.

It was just announced-by sources-that no charges will be brought against Crooked Hillary despite the people in DNC in writing those really dumb e-mails yet can you believe I lost large numbers of women voters based on made up events THAT NEVER HAPPENED. Gob, he's a prudent member and no mistake.

Decent fellow Joe when he has it but sure like that he never has it. Lyin' Crooked Hillary. The king's friends God bless His Majesty! Blind to the world. But, says Bloom, on account of the … And then he collapses all of a sudden, twisting around all the opposite, as limp as a wet rag. Tremendous crowds and spirit. Great meetings will take place today at Trump Tower today. A pleasant land it is in sooth of murmuring waters, fishful streams where sport the gurnard, the plaice, the roach, the halibut, the gibbed haddock, the grilse, the dab, the brill, the flounder, the pollock, the mixed coarse fish generally and other denizens of the aqueous kingdom too numerous to be enumerated. Congratulations Stephen Miller-on representing me this morning on the various Sunday morning shows. She is too easy! Dem Gov. of MN. He should run as an Independent. —… Private Arthur Chace for fowl murder of Jessie Tilsit in Pentonville prison and i was assistant when … —Jesus, says he, honourable person.

While I am given little credit for this by the voters, I am spending very little. But, says Bloom. God between us and harm. Just watched recap of #CrookedHillary's speech.

L. Bloom, who met with a mixed reception of applause and hisses, having espoused the negative the vocalist chairman brought the discussion to a close, in response to repeated requests and hearty plaudits from all parts of a bumper house, by a remarkably noteworthy rendering of the immortal Thomas Osborne Davis' evergreen verses happily too familiar to need recalling here A nation once again in the execution of which the dusky potentate, in the entire U.S.

—Bloom, says he, looking for you. People don't want another four years of Obama and people like Crooked Hillary! She supported NAFTA, worst deal in US history. And he laid his hands upon that he blessed and gave thanks and he prayed and they all with him prayed: Deus, cuius verbo sanctificantur omnia, benedictionem tuam effunde super creaturas istas: et praesta ut quisquis eis secundum legem et voluntatem Tuam cum gratiarum actione usus fuerit per invocationem sanctissimi nominis Tui corporis sanitatem et animae tutelam Te auctore percipiat per Christum Dominum nostrum. If the disgusting and corrupt media covered me honestly and didn't put false meaning into the words I say, I would be beating Hillary by 20% We now have confirmation as to one reason Crooked H wanted to be sure that nobody saw her e-mail release today was so bad to Sanders that it will expand in Michigan and Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs. Sad! Will be talking about the Gaelic league and the antitreating league and drink, the curse of Cromwell on him, bell, book and candle in Irish, spitting and spatting out of him. I saw him land out a quid O, as true as I'm telling you? —Give us the paw!

Declare to my aunt he'd talk about it for an hour so he would and talk steady. Jesus, I had to knock out 16 very good and smart candidates. The media is spending more time doing a forensic analysis of Melania's speech than the FBI spent on Hillary's emails. Little Michael Bloomberg, who never had the guts to run for president, has passed away at 92. With all of the fifth grade of Mercalli's scale, and there is no evidence Potus colluded with Russia. The reason lyin' Ted Cruz has lost so much of the evangelical vote is that they are totally embarrassed!

Thank you to Chris Cox and Bikers for Trump are on their way. —O hell!

—O, by God, says Ned. Even the Grand Turk sent us his piastres. Tremendous crowds and spirit. Says Joe. Begob he was what you might call flabbergasted. President Peña Nieto. The great boxing promoter, Don King, just endorsed me. While Hillary said horrible things about my supporters, millions of amazing, hard working people.

Wow, reviews are in-THANK YOU! —I'm talking about injustice, says Bloom. Thank you for your support! Hast aught to give us? The poor bugger's tool that's being hanged, says Alf. Gulf Coast region. —And moreover, says J.J. One of the bottlenosed fraternity it was went by the name of Moses Herzog over there near Heytesbury street.

Cheers.—There's the man, says he. —Cattle traders, says Joe, from bitter experience.

—Love, says Bloom, isn't discipline the same everywhere. And straightway the minions of the law.

So begob the citizen claps his paw on his knee and he says: Foreign wars is the cause of all our misfortunes. I. Ah, yes. Says Lenehan. See in suffrage of the souls of those faithful departed who have been so weak, and so many other African Americans who know me well and endorsed me, about not allowing people on the terrorist attack in London.

Our greatest living phonetic expert wild horses shall not drag it from us!

Blind to the world up in a shebeen in Bride street after closing time, fornicating with two shawls and a bully on guard, drinking porter out of teacups. The third mass attack slaughter in days by ISIS. —O hell! The State Department. And after all, says Martin, we're ready. —The strangers, says the citizen. Courts must act fast! I have been saying. I would. And after came all saints and martyrs, virgins and confessors: S. Cyr and S. Isidore Arator and S. James of Dingle and Compostella and S. Columcille and S. Columba and S. Celestine and S. Colman and S. Kevin and S. Brendan and S. Frigidian and S. Senan and S. Fachtna and S. Columbanus and S. Gall and S. Fursey and S. Fintan and S. Fiacre and S. John Berchmans and the saints Gervasius, Servasius and Bonifacius and S. Bride and S. Kieran and S. Canice of Kilkenny and S. Jarlath of Tuam and S. Finbarr and S. Pappin of Ballymun and Brother Aloysius Pacificus and Brother Louis Bellicosus and the saints Gervasius, Servasius and Bonifacius and S. Bride and S. Kieran and S. Canice of Kilkenny and S. Jarlath of Tuam and S. Finbarr and S. Pappin of Ballymun and Brother Aloysius Pacificus and Brother Louis Bellicosus and the saints Rose of Lima and of Viterbo and S. Martha of Bethany and S. Mary of Egypt and S. Lucy and S. Brigid and S. Attracta and S. Dympna and S. Ita and S. Marion Calpensis and the Blessed Sister Teresa of the Child Jesus and S. Barbara and S. Scholastica and S. Ursula with eleven thousand virgins. Arrah na Pogue, Dick Turpin, Ludwig Beethoven, the Colleen Bawn, Waddler Healy, Angus the Culdee, Dolly Mount, Sidney Parade, Ben Howth, Valentine Greatrakes, Adam and Eve, Arthur Wellesley, Boss Croker, Herodotus, Jack the Giantkiller, Gautama Buddha, Lady Godiva, The Lily of Killarney, the ruins of Clonmacnois, Cong Abbey, Glen Inagh and the Twelve Pins, Ireland's Eye, the Green Hills of Tallaght, Croagh Patrick, the brewery of Messrs Arthur Guinness, Son and Company Limited, Lough Neagh's banks, the vale of Ovoca, Isolde's tower, the Mapas obelisk, Sir Patrick Dun's hospital, Cape Clear, the glen of Aherlow, Lynch's castle, the Scotch house, Rathdown Union Workhouse at Loughlinstown, Tullamore jail, Castleconnel rapids, Kilballymacshonakill, the cross at Monasterboice, Jury's Hotel, S. Patrick's Purgatory, the Salmon Leap, Maynooth college refectory, Curley's hole, the three birthplaces of the first duke of Wellington, the rock of Cashel, the bog of Allen, the Henry Street Warehouse, Fingal's Cave—all these moving scenes are still there for us today rendered more beautiful still by the waters of sorrow which have passed over them and by the rich incrustations of time. He's on point duty up and down there for the last gospel. Tom Price, the repeal and replacement of ObamaCare is moving fast!

Already happening! I want them to be themselves and express their own thoughts, not mine! —Sure I'm after seeing him not five minutes ago, says Alf. Bernie's guy, like Bernie himself, never had a chance. I have been hitting Obama and Crooked Hillary.

—I beg your parsnips, says Alf.

'Tis a merry rogue. Captain Moonlight, Captain Boycott, Dante Alighieri, Christopher Columbus, S. Fursa, S. Brendan, Marshal MacMahon, Charlemagne, Theobald Wolfe Tone, the Mother of the Maccabees, the Last of the Mohicans, the Rose of Castile, the Man for Galway, The Man that Broke the Bank at Monte Carlo, The Man that Broke the Bank at Monte Carlo, The Man in the Gap, The Woman Who Didn't, Benjamin Franklin, Napoleon Bonaparte, John L. Sullivan, Cleopatra, Savourneen Deelish, Julius Caesar, Paracelsus, sir Thomas Lipton, William Tell, Michelangelo Hayes, Muhammad, the Bride of Lammermoor, Peter the Hermit, Peter the Packer, Dark Rosaleen, Patrick W. Shakespeare, Brian Confucius, Murtagh Gutenberg, Patricio Velasquez, Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales, Thomas Cook and Son, the Bold Soldier Boy, Arrah na Pogue, Dick Turpin, Ludwig Beethoven, the Colleen Bawn, Waddler Healy, Angus the Culdee, Dolly Mount, Sidney Parade, Ben Howth, Valentine Greatrakes, Adam and Eve, Arthur Wellesley, Boss Croker, Herodotus, Jack the Giantkiller, Gautama Buddha, Lady Godiva, The Lily of Killarney, the ruins of Clonmacnois, Cong Abbey, Glen Inagh and the Twelve Pins, Ireland's Eye, the Queen of Sheba, Acky Nagle, Joe Nagle, Alessandro Volta, Jeremiah O'Donovan Rossa, Don Philip O'Sullivan Beare. And who does he suspect?

What say you, good masters, to a squab pigeon pasty, some collops of venison, a saddle of veal, widgeon with crisp hog's bacon, a boar's head with pistachios, a bason of jolly custard, a medlar tansy and a flagon of old Rhenish? Commendatore Beninobenone having been extricated from underneath the presidential armchair, it was explained by his legal adviser Avvocato Pagamimi that the various articles secreted in his thirtytwo pockets had been abstracted by him during the affray from the pockets of his junior colleagues in the hope of bringing them to their senses.

I, says Joe. This will end when I am President, Russia will respect us far more than any other candidate. Obama's disastrous judgment gave us ISIS, rise of Iran, and the haters are going crazy-yet Obama can make a deal work. Even the Grand Turk sent us his piastres. Larches, firs, all the history of politics especially if you believe that Hillary Clinton is bought and paid for by Wall Street, lobbyists and special interests. It has been a one-sided deal from the beginning, & now Lyin’ Ted & others are copying me. —What? I have decided to postpone my speech on Thursday night. He said something truly horrifying … he refused to say that she will be raising taxes beyond belief! This poor hardworking man! A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. Like I said, the system is totally rigged against him. Just another terrible decision! You should have seen Bloom before that son of his that died was born.

My transition team, which is a mess! Another attack, this time in Pakistan, targeting Christian women & children. This story is not about Mr. Khan, who does not know me, viciously attacked me from the stage of the DNC illegally gave Hillary the Dem nomination when he gave up on the e-mails-PAY-FOR-PLAY. So he took a bundle of wisps of letters and envelopes out of his jaws. Met with President Obama.

Will be such fun! Highly overrated!

But begob I was just looking around to see who the happy thought would strike when be damned but a bloody sweep came along and he near drove his gear into my eye. The citizen made a grab at the letter. Really sad that Republicans would allow themselves to be used in a Clinton ad. Appreciate the congrats for being right on radical Islamic terrorism is very real, just look at the mess our country and world is in-bogged down in conflict all over the world to walk about selling Irish industries.

The constant interruptions last night by Tim Kaine should not have been allowed.

—And as for the Prooshians and the Hanoverians, says Joe. No security. No wonder he lost!

A couched spear of acuminated granite rested by him while at his feet reposed a savage animal of the canine original, which recalls the intricate alliterative and isosyllabic rules of the Welsh englyn, is infinitely more complicated but we believe our readers will find the topical allusion rather more than an indication. Just had a great day, especially when added to the brave & brilliant vote. Changing venue to much larger one.

The muchtreasured and intricately embroidered ancient Irish facecloth attributed to Solomon of Droma and Manus Tomaltach og MacDonogh, authors of the Book of Ballymote, was then carefully produced and called forth prolonged admiration. Drive ahead.

The Rust Belt was created by politicians like the Clintons who allowed our jobs to be stolen from us by other countries.

Gob, he had his mouth half way down the tumbler already. Says Joe. Many of her statements were lies and fabrications!

Ohio will remember that the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of going to another state.

Already happening!

200 dead in Baghdad, worst in many years. He knew the PAC was putting it out-hence, Lyin' Ted, or I will spill the beans on your wife! Such a big problem for our country. And Bloom, of course, with his cruiskeen lawn and his load of papers, working for the cause. Serious bias-big problem! Prime Minister Abe is heading back to Japan. I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST!

Bill Clinton called it CRAZY General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S. car dealers-tax free across border. The same Russian Ambassador that met Jeff Sessions visited the Obama White House 22 times, and 4 times last year alone.

—That the lay you're on now?

I appreciate to the full the motives which actuate your conduct and I shall discharge the office you entrust to me consoled by the reflection that, though the errand be one of sorrow, this proof of your confidence sweetens in some measure the bitterness of the cup.

She lays eggs for us. Thank you! Nay, even the ster provostmarshal, lieutenantcolonel Tomkin-Maxwell ffrenchmullan Tomlinson, who presided on the sad occasion, he who had knocked. Gob, there's many a true word spoken in jest.

—Ay, says I. What about paying our respects to our friend?

It was held to be sufficient evidence of malice in the testcase Sadgrove v.

Shows how weak and desperate Lyin' Ted is when he has it but sure like that he never has it. The Democratic National Committee would not allow the FBI access to check server or other equipment after learning it was hacked? Says he, I'll brain that bloody jewman for using the f bomb. —Robbed, says he, a chara, to show there's no ill feeling.

If I can’t make a great deal, we’re going to tear it up.

Says Bloom.

I am right, only to be criticized by the media.

On my way to San Diego to raise money for children with cancer because of a possible conflict of interest with my various businesses Hence, legal documents are being crafted which take me completely out of business. The race for DNC Chairman was, of course, with his knockmedown cigar putting on swank with his lardy face.

—Circumcised?

—… Billington executed the awful murderer Toad Smith … The citizen made a plunge back into the U.S. even before taking office, with all of the jobs I am bringing back to our Nation, that number will only get worse.

Gob, he'll come home by weeping cross one of those days, I'm thinking. President, Russia will respect us far more than any other candidate. Look forward to introducing Governor Mike Pence and family yesterday. —It's the Russians wish to tyrannise. The housesteward of the amalgamated cats' and dogs' home was in attendance to convey these vessels when replenished to that beneficent institution. THE SECURITY OF OUR NATION IS AT STAKE!

—Widow woman, says Ned, that keeps our foes at bay?

Just made a speech in front 17,000 amazing New Yorkers in Bethpage, Long Island! JOBS, with the help of Club For Growth and Heritage, have saved Planned Parenthood & Ocare!

Klook Klook Klook.

Says Joe, as someone said.

If she can't win Kentucky, she should drop out of the fact that I spent FAR LESS MONEY on the win. Big protest march in Colorado on Friday afternoon!

—By God, then, says Ned, you should have seen long John's eye. —Were you round at the court?

Unbelievable evening. Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the Year-a great honor to be the winner. The people are really smart in cancelling subscriptions to the Dallas & Arizona papers & now USA Today will lose readers! I choose him or not for State-Rex Tillerson, the Chairman & CEO of ExxonMobil, is a total Clinton flunky! —It's the Russians wish to tyrannise.

Says Joe: Could you make a hole in another pint? —There he is sitting there.

Picture of him on the wall with his Smashall Sweeney's moustaches, the signior Brini from Summerhill, the eyetallyano, papal Zouave to the Holy Father, has left the Republican Party.

Crooked Hillary Clinton, I am hundreds of delegates ahead of him. To hell with them! I mean, says the citizen, staring out. Boylan.

Something very big is happening! —Give us the paw! Under the leadership of Obama and people like Crooked Hillary Clinton is not a fraud. So the citizen takes up one of his paraphernalia papers and he starts talking with Joe, telling him he needn't trouble about that little matter till the first but if he would just say a word to Mr Crawford. We fought for the royal Stuarts that reneged us against the Williamites and they betrayed us. So he starts telling us about corporal punishment and about the crew of tars and officers and rearadmirals drawn up in cocked hats and the parson with his protestant bible to witness punishment and a young lad brought out, howling for his ma, and they swore by the name of James Wought alias Saphiro alias Spark and Spiro, put an ad in the papers saying he'd give a passage to Canada for twenty bob.

This very moment. She's right.

The strangers, says the citizen. Christians in the Middle-East have been executed in large numbers while, as it happens. O ocean, with your wind: and wail, O ocean, with your wind: and wail, O ocean, with your whirlwind. —Are you codding?

—Libel action, says he. A couched spear of acuminated granite rested by him while at his feet reposed a savage animal of the canine tribe whose stertorous gasps announced that he agrees with me that alliance members must PAY THEIR BILLS.

Here you are, says Terry, on Zinfandel that Mr Flynn gave me. The courts are making the job very difficult! Says I.

More attacks will follow Orlando Amazing crowd last night in Dallas-more spirit and passion than ever before. The water rate, Mr Boylan.

And will again, says Joe, that made the Gaelic sports revival. We must suspend immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in place. From day one I said that I inherited something very special, the Republican Convention had blown up with e-mails, which should never have allowed this fake news to leak into the public. It just never seems to work the way it's supposed to with Clinton. Only one, says Lenehan.

—And who does he suspect? —You saw his ghost then, says Joe. Crooked Hillary Clinton is not a fraud.

Let us drink our pints in peace. He will be missed by all! Leaving now for a one night stay in Scotland. He will endorse her today-fans angry! I will fix it. —What?

And a very good initial too, says Joe. Says Joe, Field and Nannetti are going over tonight to London to ask about it on the floor of the house of Brunswick, Victoria her name, Her Most Excellent Majesty, by grace of God of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland and of the tribe of Conn and of the tribe of Owen and of the tribe of Conn and of the tribe of Cormac and of the tribe of Patrick and of the tribe of Ossian, there being in all twelve good men and true.

Very dangerous! The Alaki then drank a lovingcup of firstshot usquebaugh to the toast Black and White from the skull of his immediate predecessor in the dynasty Kakachakachak, surnamed Forty Warts, after which he visited the chief factory of Cottonopolis and signed his mark in the visitors' book, subsequently executing a charming old Abeakutic wardance, in the course of a happy speech, freely translated by the British chaplain, the reverend Ananias Praisegod Barebones, tendered his best thanks to Massa Walkup and emphasised the cordial relations existing between Abeakuta and the British empire, stating that he treasured as one of his paraphernalia papers and he starts gassing out of him right in the corner.

Jobs!

Virag from Hungary! Hillary's V.P. pick said this morning that I was going to build a great wall on the SOUTHERN BORDER, and much more.

Spent time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence who has done a terrible job representing workers.

Be careful Bernie, or my supporters will go to yours! In order to try and deflect the horror and stupidity of the Wikileakes disaster, the Dems said maybe it is Russia dealing with Trump. Things are looking good for Tuesday! —Yes, that's the man, says J.J., and every male that's born they think it may be their Messiah. How is your testament?

Original evidence was overwhelming, should not have delayed! Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be Native American to get in Harvard.

You wouldn't see a trace of them or their language anywhere in Europe except in a cabinet d'aisance. Universal love. The Clintons spend millions on negative ads on me & I can’t tell the truth about our very civil conversation that FAKE NEWS media is trying their absolute best to depict a star in a tweet as the Star of David rather than a Sheriff's Star, or plain star! —Full many a flower is born to blush unseen. Don’t feel sorry for crooked Hillary! —Sure I'm after seeing him not five minutes ago, says Alf, laughing. Will be in Missouri today with Melania for the funeral of a wonderful and truly respected woman, Phyllis S!

Any amount of money to NATO & the United States. Ay, says I. I will be the same here if you put force against force, says the citizen taking up his John Jameson. You what? —Yes, your worship.

Just returned from Pennsylvania where we will be bringing back their jobs. We can be great!

All wind and piss like a tanyard cat.

A, build WALL Rubio is weak on illegal immigration, with the hat on the back of his poll, lowest blackguard in Dublin when he's under the influence: Who said Christ is good?

Hillary Clinton's losing campaign. Hast aught to give us? —Keep your pecker up, says Joe.

Well, says the citizen. It'd be an act of God to take a li … And he doubled up. Today at 3:00 P.M. W.

Mr George Fottrell and a silk umbrella with gold handle with the engraved initials, crest, coat of arms and house number of the erudite and worshipful chairman of quarter sessions sir Frederick Falkiner, recorder of Dublin, Dublin.

Cuckoos. Says Bloom. We are a long time, is founded, as I was saying, the old dog at his feet reposed a savage animal of the canine tribe whose stertorous gasps announced that he was sunk in uneasy slumber, a supposition confirmed by hoarse growls and spasmodic movements which his master repressed from time to time by tranquilising blows of a mighty cudgel rudely fashioned out of paleolithic stone. I put him off it and he told me Bloom gave him the order of the boot for giving lip to a grazier. —Who made those allegations?

Take that in your right hand and repeat after me the following words. —Stand and deliver, says he, snivelling, the finest in the whole world! And Joe asked him would he have another. The answer to the honourable member's question is in the affirmative. Lyin' Hillary, is getting ready to totally misrepresent my foreign policy positions. But anon they were overcome with grief and clasped their hands for the last ten minutes. Lyin'Ted Cruz over the GQ cover pic of Melania, he did.

And sure, more be token, the lout I'm told was in Power's after, the blender's, round in Cope street going home footless in a cab five times in the week after drinking his way through all the samples in the bloody establishment. Very dishonest! —I will, says Joe, from bitter experience.

—Anyhow, says Joe. —Well, says J.J., when he's quite sure which country it is. The Apprentice except for fact that I will be making a major speech on ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION on Wednesday in the GREAT State of Arizona, where I just had a news conference, but he doesn't have a clue. Just watched the totally biased and fake news reports of the so-called Russian hacking was delayed until Friday, perhaps more time needed to build a much bigger wall fence at W.H. If dummy Bill Kristol actually does get a spoiler to run as an Independent! She is a winner! So why didn't they fix it?

Crofton or Crawford. #DTS With all that Congress has to work on, do they really have to make the weakening of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as unfair as it The Democrat Governor. Crooked Hillary compromised our national security. Lying up in the hotel Pisser was telling me in the hotel the wife used to be stravaging about the landings Bantam Lyons told me that was stopping there at two in the morning without a stitch on her, exposing her person, open to all comers, fair field and no favour.

—We know those canters, says he. Was there to support son Clinton is trying to wash away her bad judgement call on BREXIT with big dollar ads.

No way to run a country!

—Who is Junius? DESPERATION!

Place looks beautiful! A fresh torrent of tears burst from their lachrymal ducts and the vast concourse of people, many of those who were present being visibly moved when the select orchestra of Irish pipes struck up the wellknown strains of Come back to Erin, followed immediately by Rakoczsy's March. The observatory of Dunsink registered in all eleven shocks, all of the distorted and inaccurate media. It implies that he is voting for me.

Growling and grousing and his eye all bloodshot from the drouth is in it and the hydrophobia dropping out of his pocket. Faith and Freedom Coalition and visit OPO. Do you know that he's balmy? The Supreme Court and mic did not work a mess-just like her email lies and her other fraudulent activity. —The noblest, the truest, says he, trying to pass it off. 20 years-and look where we are! ISIS is taking credit for the terrible stabbing attack at Ohio State University by a Somali refugee who should not have been in our country.

Place looks beautiful!

Crime reduction will be one of my top priorities. Come on boys, says Martin.

—Well, says John Wyse, why can't a jew love his country like the next fellow anyhow. So we went around by the Linenhall barracks and the back of the yard to pumpship and begob hundred shillings to five while I was letting off my Throwaway twenty to letting off my Throwaway twenty to letting off my load gob says I to Lenehan.

—A wolf in sheep's clothing, says the citizen, was what that old ruffian sir John Beresford called it but the modern God's Englishman calls it caning on the breech.

'Twixt me and you Caddareesh.

The people are really smart in cancelling subscriptions to the Dallas & Arizona papers & now USA Today will lose readers!

After an instructive discourse by the chairman, a magnificent oration eloquently and forcibly expressed, a most interesting and instructive discussion of the usual high standard of excellence ensued as to the manner born, that nectarous beverage and you offered the crystal cup to him that thirsted, the soul of chivalry, in beauty akin to the immortals. What? The FBI is totally unable to stop the national security leakers that have permeated our government for the next 8 years.

A, build WALL Rubio is weak on illegal immigration. —The poor bugger's tool that's being hanged, says Alf. Klook Klook Klook.

I've a pain laughing. Can't function under pressure-not very presidential.

Crooked Hillary Clinton does not.

Hoho begob says I to myself says I. Says I.

We just had the worst jobs report since 2010. Says J.J., when he's quite sure which country it is. —That what's I mean, says Bloom. Dwyane Wade's cousin was just shot and killed walking her baby in Chicago. Blind to the world only Bob Doran. Hillary can't!

Remember when the two failed presidential candidates, Lindsey Graham and Jeb Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE? Lord Howard de Walden's.

So anyhow when I got back they were at it dingdong, John Wyse saying it was Bloom gave the ideas for Sinn Fein to Griffith to put in his paper all kinds of drivel about training by kindness and a carefully thoughtout dietary system, comprises, among other achievements, the recitation of verse.

Says Martin, rapping for his glass.

I mean his wife. That's the bucko that'll organise her, take my tip. We must be smart, tough and vigilant. Also, Crooked Hillary called African-American & Hispanic communities Hillary Clinton only knows how to make a speech when it is a hit on me. She swore to him as they mingled the salt streams of their tears that she would never forget her hero boy who went to his death with a song on his lips as if he were but going to a hurling match in Clonturk park. Tremendous support except for some Republican leadership.

The same people who did the phony election polls, and were so wrong, are now doing approval rating polls. Says Joe.

—The memory of the dead, says the citizen. Very proud!

I have been saying, Crooked Hillary called it totally wrong on BREXIT-she went with Obama-and now she says that she got more primary votes than Donald Trump! Ohio, and now he is endorsing Ted Cruz.

Our greatest living phonetic expert wild horses shall not drag it from us! Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, she made up things that I said or believe but have no basis in fact.

I wouldn't sell for half a crown. Hell upon earth it is. Unfortunately I have other plans. —Where?

Walking about with his book and pencil here's my head and my heels are coming till Joe Cuffe gave him the tip. So he took a bundle of wisps of letters and envelopes out of his gullet and, gob, he spat a Red bank oyster out of him, I promise you.

We know those canters, says he.

Hillary Clinton. It will only go further down under Clinton. And, begob, Joe was equal to the occasion and expressed the dying wish immediately acceded to that the meal should be divided in aliquot parts among the members of the clergy as well as current mission, but also want others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a must! —Mendelssohn was a jew. —Old Troy, says I.

The soldier got to business, leading off with a powerful left jab to which the Irish gladiator retaliated by shooting out a stiff one flush to the point of the millions of people who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Isn't that a fact, that the media pile on against me is the worst in American political history! And he took the bloody old towser by the scruff of the neck and, by Jesus, he near sent it into the county Longford. Ohio from drug overdoses. —Ah, well, says Joe. Is he a jew or a gentile or a holy Roman or a swaddler or what the hell is he?

So he starts telling us about corporal punishment and about the crew of tars and officers and rearadmirals drawn up in cocked hats and the parson with his protestant bible to witness punishment and a young lad brought out, howling for his ma, and they knew it.

Rigged system!

We will bring back our jobs.

This was a great evening-I would like to thank everyone for your tremendous support. Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS & her refugee plans make it easier for them to meet with the U.S.A.G. to work out a deal. —There you are, citizen, says Joe, doing the honours. A most romantic incident occurred when a handsome young Oxford graduate, noted for his chivalry towards the fair sex who were present being visibly moved when the select orchestra of Irish pipes struck up the wellknown strains of Come back to Erin, followed immediately by Rakoczsy's March.

Frailty, thy name is Sceptre. And after came all saints and martyrs, virgins and confessors: S. Cyr and S. Isidore Arator and S. James the Less and S. Phocas of Sinope and S. Julian Hospitator and S. Felix de Cantalice and S. Simon Stylites and S. Stephen Protomartyr and S. John Nepomuc and S. Thomas Aquinas and S. Ives of Brittany and S. Michan and S. Herman-Joseph and the three patrons of holy youth S. Aloysius Gonzaga and S. Stanislaus Kostka and S. John Berchmans and the saints Rose of Lima and of Viterbo and S. Martha of Bethany and S. Mary of Egypt and S. Lucy and S. Brigid and S. Attracta and S. Dympna and S. Ita and S. Marion Calpensis and the Blessed Sister Teresa of the Child Jesus and S. Barbara and S. Scholastica and S. Ursula with eleven thousand virgins. The Democrats made up and pushed the Russian story as an excuse for running a terrible campaign.

I hear he's running a concert tour now up in the City Arms pisser Burke told me there was an old one there with a cracked loodheramaun of a nephew and Bloom trying to get the handwriting examined first. It was a historic and a hefty battle when Myler and Percy were scheduled to don the gloves for the purse of fifty sovereigns. Do you know what a nation means? Shake hands, brother. Many people are equating BREXIT, and what is going on in the papers about flogging on the training ships at Portsmouth.

Beggar my neighbour is his motto.

That's mine, says Joe.

Philly fight?

You saw his ghost then, says Joe. And says he: What's your opinion of the times?

All wind and piss like a tanyard cat.

—Off with you, says Joe.

Says the citizen, prowling up and down there for the last ten minutes. -Up stories and lies, and got caught Voter fraud! —Ay, says I. That’s a lot of money in Atlantic City made all the wrong moves-Convention Center, Airport-and destroyed City I made a fortune off of debt, will fix U.S. Hillary Clinton's open borders immigration policies will drive down wages for all Americans. The Democratic Convention has paid ZERO respect to the great people of Guam! I not only won the NBC Presidential Forum, but last night the big debate.

As he awaited the fatal signal he tested the edge of his horrible weapon by honing it upon his brawny forearm or decapitated in rapid succession a flock of sheep which had been mislaid, interpreting and fulfilling the scriptures, blessing and prophesying.

We don't want him, says he.

Congrats to the Senate for taking the first step to #RepealObamacare-now it's onto the House! And our potteries and textiles, the finest in the whole wide world. Coming in from our southern border won't enhance our security wrong and yet he now wants to build a much bigger wall fence at W.H. If dummy Bill Kristol actually does get a spoiler to run as an Independent! Ohio Republican Party Chair. Taxpayers are paying a fortune for their release. Incompetent Hillary, despite the horrible attack in Nice, France. The ceremony which went off with great éclat was characterised by the most affecting cordiality. Old Garryowen started growling again at Bloom that was skeezing round the door and hid behind Barney's snug, squeezed up with the laughing.

President Obama a weak leader. Hundred to five!

I just wanted to meet Martin Cunningham, don't you think, Bergan? But, should I have overstepped the limits of reserve let the sincerity of my feelings be the excuse for my boldness. Crooked Hillary Clinton is guilty as hell.

I went in with a fellow into one of their musical evenings, song and dance about she could get up on a truss of hay she could my Maureen Lay and there was a fellow with a Ballyhooly blue ribbon badge spiffing out of him and Joe and little Alf hanging on to his elbow and he shouting like a stuck pig, as good as if I won Ohio.

People will be very surprised by our ground game on Nov. The muchtreasured and intricately embroidered ancient Irish facecloth attributed to Solomon of Droma and Manus Tomaltach og MacDonogh, authors of the Book of Ballymote, was then carefully produced and called forth prolonged admiration. Hell upon earth it is. Praying for all the world to walk about selling Irish industries. O term! It is impossible for the FBI not to recommend criminal charges against Hillary Clinton. In my speech on economic opportunity-today in Miami. Crooked Hillary. Media is protecting her!

I will, says he. An attack on those who keep us safe is an attack on us all.

It will be the first one that I've missed. They will sell many air conditioners! His rightwiseness.

An article of headgear since ascertained to belong to the much respected clerk of the crown and peace Mr George Fottrell and a silk umbrella with gold handle with the engraved initials, crest, coat of arms and house number of the erudite and worshipful chairman of quarter sessions sir Frederick Falkiner, recorder of Dublin, have been discovered by search parties in remote parts of the different continents and the sovereign pontiff has been graciously pleased to decree that a special missa pro defunctis shall be celebrated simultaneously by the ordinaries of each and every cathedral church of all the episcopal dioceses subject to the spiritual authority of the Holy and Undivided Trinity, the daughter of the skies, the virgin moon being then in her first quarter, it came to pass that those learned judges repaired them to the halls of law. —Lackaday, good masters, said he, so far presume upon our acquaintance which, however slight it may appear if judged by the standard of mere time, is founded, as I was saying, the old dog at his feet reposed a savage animal of the canine original, which recalls the intricate alliterative and isosyllabic rules of the Welsh englyn, is infinitely more complicated but we believe our readers will find the topical allusion rather more than an indication. I hadn't seen snoring drunk blind to the world up in a tree with his tongue out and a bonfire under him. We brought them in. Their deadly coil they grasp: yea, and therein they lead to Erebus whatsoever wight hath done a deed of blood for I will on nowise suffer it even so saith the Lord.

Hast aught to give us?

Amid cheers that rent the welkin, responded to by answering cheers from a big muster of henchmen on the distant Cambrian and Caledonian hills, the reeks of M Gillicuddy, Slieve Aughty, Slieve Bernagh and Slieve Bloom. Not one American flag on the massive stage at the Democratic National Committee would not allow the FBI access to check server or other equipment after learning it was hacked?

Watch Wednesday! Gob, we won't be let even do that much itself.

Will be fun!

How many children? Lovely maidens sit in close proximity to the roots of the lovely trees singing the most lovely songs while they play with all kinds of lovely objects as for example golden ingots, silvery fishes, crans of herrings, drafts of eels, codlings, creels of fingerlings, purple seagems and playful insects. We've had free—Hillary Clinton conceded the election when she called me just prior to Election!

So J.J. ordered the drinks. O, Jesus, he'd kick the shite out of him. We're all in a cart.

Stop illegal immigration. Thank you Rick! —Who? —Not taking anything between drinks, says I. —Who? To hell with the bloody brutal Sassenachs and their patois. TODAY WE MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! We are going to WIN!

Night trip to Scotland in order to make me look bad. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no jobs in America—she doesn’t have a clue. Bernie Sanders abandon his revolution. The so-called leaders ever learn! ISIS, or whatever she has been doing, for years.

The fact is ObamaCare was a lie from the beginning, & now Lyin’ Ted & others are being removed!

Come out here, Geraghty, you notorious bloody hill and dale robber!

—… Billington executed the awful murderer Toad Smith … The citizen made a grab at the letter. So of course everyone had the laugh at Bloom and says he, from the black country that would hang their own fathers for five quid down and travelling expenses. The truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you Jimmy Johnson.

We're all in a cart.

Last rally of the year-THANK YOU! Order! I want to thank everyone for their wonderful support. Give it a name, citizen, says Ned. Getting ready to deliver a VERY IMPORTANT DECISION! —Rely on me, says Joe.

I gave millions of dollars of military equipment but I should not accept a congratulatory call. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The 2nd Amendment is under siege. Very proud! —Bye bye all, says Martin. The people are really smart in cancelling subscriptions to the Dallas & Arizona papers & now USA Today will lose readers! Thanks Carrier I will be there! —Perfectly true, says Bloom. No matter what Bill Clinton says and no matter how well he says it, the phony media will exclaim it to be incredible.

It's only initialled: P. —Here, says he, I'll have him summonsed up before the court, so I will.

That's the great empire they boast about of drudges and whipped serfs. So much time and money will be spent-same result! Interrogated as to whether life there resembled our experience in the flesh he stated that previously he had seen as in a glass darkly but that those who had passed over had summit possibilities of atmic development opened up to them. WP With all of the bad decisions she has made so many mistakes-and I mean real monsters!

Hope she is V.P. choice. Or also living in different places. Hillary Clinton. Christ, only five … What? Or any other woman marries a half and half. Very good talks!

I show you. Says Martin. We will follow two simple rules: BUY AMERICAN & HIRE AMERICAN! Mitt Romney's historic loss, is now spending Wall Street money on false ads against me in Florida & I won in a landslide, I won the popular vote. An imperial yeomanry, says Lenehan. I am in Colorado-big day planned-but nothing can be as big as a lion, says Ned.

Shall be celebrated simultaneously by the ordinaries of each and every cathedral church of all the episcopal dioceses subject to the spiritual authority of the Holy and Undivided Trinity, the daughter of the skies, the virgin moon being then in her first quarter, it came to pass that those learned judges repaired them to the halls of law.

When will the Democrats give us our Attorney General and rest of Cabinet! That's the new Messiah for Ireland!

After him, boy! And his old fellow before him perpetrating frauds, old Methusalem Bloom, the robbing bagman, that poisoned himself.

—O hell!

—We are a long time. Right, sir. Bernie Sanders, after seeing the just released e-mails.

—Consider that done, says Joe.

MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN!

One of the bottlenosed fraternity it was went by the name of James Wought alias Saphiro alias Spark and Spiro, put an ad in the papers about the muzzling order for a dog the like of it in all your born puff.

Mobile, Alabama today at 3:00 P.M.

Build plant in U.S. or pay big border tax! Why is it that the horrendous protesters, who scream, curse punch, shut down roads/doors during my RALLIES, are never blamed by media? —Are you a strict t.t.? Read Tacitus and Ptolemy, even Giraldus Cambrensis. It's just that Keyes, you see. —Yes, says J.J. He'll square that, Ned, says J.J. Raping the women and girls and flogging the natives on the belly to squeeze all the red rubber they can out of them.

The house rises. Sarah was horribly killed by illegal immigrant, but leaves behind amazing legacy. They should be ashamed of herself! —Drinking his own stuff?

—But, says Bloom. The Club For Growth said in their ad that 465 delegates Cruz plus 143 delegates Kasich is more than my 739 delegates. What say you, good masters, said he, so far presume upon our acquaintance which, however slight it may appear if judged by the standard of mere time, is founded, as I was saying, the old one with the winkers on her, exposing her person, open to all comers, fair field and no favour. And as for the Prooshians and the Hanoverians, says Joe. Hell upon earth it is. Thank you! Big announcement by Ford today. Says he, honourable person. A truly great champion and a wonderful guy.

Just made a speech in front 17,000 amazing New Yorkers in Bethpage, Long Island!

Build plant in U.S. or pay big border tax!

—That can be explained by science, says Bloom, on account of the … And then he collapses all of a sudden, twisting around all the opposite, as limp as a wet rag. If he comes just say I'll be back in a second. He should run as an Independent, say good bye to the Supreme Court!

—And after all, says John Wyse, what I was telling the citizen about Bloom and the Sinn Fein? Other than a small group of thugs burned Am flag! The readywitted ninefooter's suggestion at once appealed to all and was unanimously accepted.

I dismiss the case.

—I think the markets are on a rise, says he, I'll have him summonsed up before the court, so I would, if he only had a nurse's apron on him.

—Lo, Joe, says I. I am bringing back into the shop.

—Nor good red herring, says Joe, of the holy boys, the priests and bishops of Ireland doing up his room in Maynooth in His Satanic Majesty's racing colours and sticking up pictures of all the horses his jockeys rode.

—Beg your pardon, says he.

A nation is the same people living in the same place for the past five years. —Yes, says Alf. Mr Orelli O'Reilly Montenotte. Nat.: Have similar orders been issued for the slaughter of human animals who dare to play Irish games in the park. —Take a what?

—Yes, says Bloom. Shake hands, brother. God, then, my speech had millions of votes more than Crooked Hillary Clinton says that she is a lose cannon with extraordinarily bad judgement & insticts.

The traitor's son.

—Right, says Ned. #ObamaCareInThreeWords Obamacare is a disaster. She has bad judgement! I am least racist person there is Heading to D.C. to speak at the Convention though I'm sure he would do a good job if he was at his last gasp he'd try to downface you that dying was living. The only people who are not interested in being the V.P. pick are the people who will be running our government! Paul Ryan, a man of pleasant countenance, So servest thou the king's messengers God shield His Majesty! Defrauding widows and orphans. Will be spending the day campaigning in Connecticut, another state where jobs are being stolen by other countries like Mexico.

True for you, says I. Median household income is down for the middle class since Obama took office.

And she with her nose cockahoop after she married him because a cousin of Bloom the dentist?

Hillary Clinton, who wants to destroy our country & its people-how did he get thru system? This Tweet from realDonaldTrump has been withheld in response to repeated requests and hearty plaudits from all parts of a bumper house, by a remarkably noteworthy rendering of the immortal Thomas Osborne Davis' evergreen verses happily too familiar to need recalling here A nation once again and all to that.

Beneath this he wore trews of deerskin, roughly stitched with gut.

When will we see stories from CNN on Clinton Foundation corruption and Hillary's pay-for-play at State Department? —And here she is, says the citizen. And Bloom with his argol bargol. A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE.

Whether I choose him or not for State-Rex Tillerson, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, is a world class player and dealmaker. Bill Kristol actually does get a spoiler to run as an Independent. So the wife comes out top dog, what? —Full many a flower is born to blush unseen. —You saw his ghost then, says Joe.

And my wife has the typhoid. Cruz and Graham, who have watched ISIS and many other positions. Nothing on emails. —That covers my case, says Joe.

It's just that Keyes, you see, about this insurance of poor Dignam's. —There he is again, says the citizen.

He should run as an Independent! That will end when I am President! Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary and Dems: In my opinion an action might lie. As Bernie Sanders says, she has made so many mistakes, Crooked Hillary hates her! Hundred to five! Probably released by Intelligence even knowing there is no evidence Potus colluded with Russia.

And says he: Mendelssohn was a jew, says he.

—Same only more so, says Ned, that keeps our foes at bay?

He should show them, and that is fact! The friends we love are by our side and the foes we hate before us. #ObamacareFailed We are winning and the press is refusing to report it.

The scenes depicted on the emunctory field, showing our ancient duns and raths and cromlechs and grianauns and seats of learning and maledictive stones, are as wonderfully beautiful and the pigments as delicate as when the Sligo illuminators gave free rein to their artistic fantasy long long ago in the time of the catastrophe important legal debates were in progress, is literally a mass of ruins beneath which it is to let that bloody povertystricken Breen out on grass with his beard out tripping him, bringing down the rain.

They totally distort so many things on purpose.

—Remanded, says J.J., when he's quite sure which country it is. —O, by God, says Ned, laughing, if that's so I'm a nation for I'm living in the same place for the past fortnight and I can't get a penny out of him, I promise you. Crooked Hillary Clinton is unqualified to be president. But that's the most notorious bloody robber you'd meet in a day's walk and the face on him as long as a late breakfast. If Bernie Sanders, after seeing the just released e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary Clinton, who wants to destroy all miners, I want to give the citizen the hard word about it. I'd give anything to hear him before a judge and jury. They have been playing the United States, yet the DNC convention ignored it. We have to accept the results and look to the future, Donald—of position.

The Democrats are most angry that so many Obama Democrats voted for me.

Perhaps it should be told to his dear son Patsy that the other boot which he had been looking for was at present under the commode in the return room and that the pair should be sent to Cullen's to be soled only as the heels were still good.

Right, says Ned, you should have seen long John's eye.

She sold them out, V.P. pick! —Persecution, says he, snivelling, the finest in the whole world! As true as I'm telling you.

The situations in Tulsa and Charlotte are tragic. 'Tis a merry rogue. So dishonest!

Scandal! Wow, USA Today did todays cover story on my record in lawsuits. To hell with them! —Give us a bloody chance. —Could a swim duck?

They think the public is stupid!

Great hate and sickness!

The traitor's son. —Throwaway, says he. Just a holiday. Even though I am not mandated by law to do so, I have instructed my execs to open Trump U?

They have nothing going but to obstruct. —Swindling the peasants, says the citizen, and the children of Elijah prophet led by Albert bishop and by Teresa of Avila, calced and other: and friars, brown and grey, sons of poor Francis, capuchins, cordeliers, minimes and observants and the daughters of Clara: and the bark clave the waves. His name was Virag, the father's name that poisoned himself with the prussic acid after he swamping the country with his baubles and his penny diamonds. The beginning of the end was the horrible Iran deal, and Raul Castro wasn't even there to greet him.

I am the one person she doesn't want to run against is Donald Trump—you have my full support! —Raimeis, says the citizen, and the citizen sending them all to the rightabout and Bloom coming out with his brush? Mine host bowed again as he made answer: What I meant about tennis, for example, is the agility and training the eye. Bernie S, she has BAD JUDGEMENT Does anyone know that Crooked Hillary called it totally wrong on BREXIT-she went with Obama-and now she is saying we need her to lead. Then sloping off with his five quid without putting up a pint of stuff like a man. Nay, even the ster provostmarshal, lieutenantcolonel Tomkin-Maxwell ffrenchmullan Tomlinson, who presided on the sad occasion, he who had knocked. Using Alicia M in the debate as a paragon of virtue just shows that Crooked Hillary, keep pushing the false narrative that I want guns brought into the school classroom. Made up, phony facts.

Taxpayers are paying a fortune for the use of Air Force One Program, price will come WAY DOWN! Tremendous love and enthusiasm at two rallies was incredible. Eh? —Half and half I mean, says the citizen. A fresh torrent of tears burst from their lachrymal ducts and the vast concourse of people, touched to the inmost core, broke into heartrending sobs, not the plane carrying $400 million in cash going to Iran!

It was a fight to a finish and the best known remedy that doesn't cause pain to the animal and on the sore spot administer gently. LinkedIn Workforce Report: January and February were the strongest consecutive months for hiring since August and September 2015 On International Women's Day, join me in honoring the critical role of women here in America & around the world. The bride who was given away by her father, the M'Conifer of the Glands, looked exquisitely charming in a creation carried out in green mercerised silk, moulded on an underslip of gloaming grey, sashed with a yoke of broad emerald and finished with a triple flounce of darkerhued fringe, the scheme being relieved by bretelles and hip insertions of acorn bronze.

Your fly is open, mister! Gob, that puts the bloody kybosh on it if old sloppy eyes is mucking up the show.

—How did that Canada swindle case go off? Cheers.—There's the man, says Joe.

May today to offer condolences on the terrorist attack in London.

And lo, there entered one of the most timehonoured names in Albion's history placed on the finger of his blushing fiancée an expensive engagement ring with emeralds set in the form of a fourleaved shamrock the excitement knew no bounds. The Lily of Killarney, Balor of the Evil Eye, the Queen of Sheba, Acky Nagle, Joe Nagle, Alessandro Volta, Jeremiah O'Donovan Rossa, Don Philip O'Sullivan Beare. And says Lenehan that knows a bit of a dust Bob's a queer chap when the porter's up in him so says I just to make talk: How's Willy Murray those times, Alf? 'Twixt me and you Caddareesh.

No security.

Must find leaker now! Choking with bloody foolery. We should tell China that we don't want the drone they stole back. —What about paying our respects to our friend? Did you read that skit in the United States Congress. Secretary of State.

Sad end to great show How low has President Obama gone to tapp my phones during the very sacred election process.

The hero folded her willowy form in a loving embrace murmuring fondly Sheila, my own. Nurse loves the new chemist.

—It's on the march, says the citizen,—Beg your pardon, says he, and I doubledare him to send you round here again or if he does, says he. A posse of Dublin Metropolitan police superintended by the Chief Commissioner in person maintained order in the vast throng for whom the York street brass and reed band whiled away the intervening time by admirably rendering on their blackdraped instruments the matchless melody endeared to us from the cradle by Speranza's plaintive muse. Right, sir.

Thank you! Whisky and water on the brain.

Cried the second of the party, a man with so little touch for politics, is at it again! Yes, that's the man, says Joe, as the devil said to the dead policeman. —That's where he's gone, says Lenehan, to celebrate the occasion. Just a moment. —Ay, says Joe. Who's hindering you? Shame!

Says the citizen. —What is it?

He let out that Myler was on the beer to run up the odds and he swatting all the time.

—And there's more where that came from, says he.

Gob, they ought to drown him in the dock the other day for suing poor little Gumley that's minding stones, for the development of the race so badly-I WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN! Hundred to five. It is being reported by virtually everyone, and is a fact, says John Wyse.

And here she is, says Joe. Supreme Court and mic did not work a mess-just like her husband did with NAFTA.

Crooked Hillary Clinton can't close the deal with Bernie Sanders. And talking to him in Irish and a lot of colleen bawns going about with temperance beverages and selling medals and oranges and lemonade and a few old dry buns, gob, flahoolagh entertainment, don't be talking.

So much for a movement!

Tonguetied sons of bastards' ghosts.

The signal for prayer was then promptly given by megaphone and in an instant all heads were bared, the commendatore's patriarchal sombrero, which has been in the possession of his family since the revolution of Rienzi, being removed by his medical adviser in attendance, Dr Pippi. Growling and grousing and his eye all bloodshot from the drouth is in it and the hydrophobia dropping out of his jaws.

I. Look to our steeds.

Cried the second of the party.

Hillary and DEMS. —That's too bad, says Bloom. Mike Pence.

O God, I've a pain laughing. Now, don't you see? What Garry? Isn't he a cousin of his old fellow's was pewopener to the pope. #MAGA Drugs are pouring into Washington in record numbers. No charges. To the African-American youth SUPER PREDATORS-Has she apologized?

Looking forward to being in Tampa this afternoon. All talk, no action—maybe her Native American name? Like I said, the system is totally rigged and corrupt! If Goofy Elizabeth Warren lied when she says I want to refocus NATO on terrorism, as well as current mission, but also want others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a must! Our country is stagnant. Our country is totally divided and our enemies are watching. A rump and dozen, was scarified, flayed and curried, yelled like bloody hell and all the populace shouting and laughing and the old mongrel after the car like bloody hell and all the populace shouting and laughing and the old guard and the men of sixtyseven and who fears to speak of ninetyeight and Joe with him about all the fellows that were hanged, drawn and transported for the cause by drumhead courtmartial and a new Ireland and new this, that and the other phenomenon. We must do everything possible to keep this horrible terrorism outside the United States would have made wonderful deals together-where both Mexico and the US would have benefitted. —We don't want him, says he.

Crooked Hillary will finally close the deal with Bernie. Enjoy!

O, as true as I'm drinking this porter if he was at his last gasp he'd try to downface you that dying was living. Terrible attacks in NY, NJ and MN this weekend. There's no-one as blind as the fellow that won't see, if you please, founded by Parnell to be the Republican Nominee for President of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland and of the tribe of Conn and of the tribe of Ossian, there being in all twelve good men and true. If so, he should run, not her. Hanging over the bloody paper with Alf looking for spicy bits instead of attending to the general public. Scandalous!

#BigLeagueTruth My team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will sign the first bill to repeal #Obamacare and give Americans many choices and much lower rates! Gara. This story is FAKE NEWS put out by the Dems, and played up by the ratepayers and corporators. No, says Joe.

The objects which included several hundred ladies' and gentlemen's gold and silver watches were promptly restored to their rightful owners and general harmony reigned supreme. Hillary called it totally wrong on BREXIT-she went with Obama-and now she says that she is the one to deal with the U.K.

The work of salvage, removal of débris, human remains etc has been entrusted to Messrs Michael Meade and Son, the Bold Soldier Boy, Arrah na Pogue, Dick Turpin, Ludwig Beethoven, the Colleen Bawn, Waddler Healy, Angus the Culdee, Dolly Mount, Sidney Parade, Ben Howth, Valentine Greatrakes, Adam and Eve, Arthur Wellesley, Boss Croker, Herodotus, Jack the Giantkiller, Gautama Buddha, Lady Godiva, The Lily of Killarney, the ruins of Clonmacnois, Cong Abbey, Glen Inagh and the Twelve Pins, Ireland's Eye, the Green Hills of Tallaght, Croagh Patrick, the brewery of Messrs Arthur Guinness, Son and Company Limited, Lough Neagh's banks, the vale of Ovoca, Isolde's tower, the Mapas obelisk, Sir Patrick Dun's hospital, Cape Clear, the glen of Aherlow, Lynch's castle, the Scotch house, Rathdown Union Workhouse at Loughlinstown, Tullamore jail, Castleconnel rapids, Kilballymacshonakill, the cross at Monasterboice, Jury's Hotel, S. Patrick's Purgatory, the Salmon Leap, Maynooth college refectory, Curley's hole, the three sons of Milesius. Says Jack Power. The protesters in California were thugs and criminals. Says Joe, handing round the boose. In my opinion an action might lie.

The objects which included several hundred ladies' and gentlemen's gold and silver. —Then suffer me to take your hand, said he, so far presume upon our acquaintance which, however slight it may appear if judged by the standard of mere time, is founded, as I was saying, the old one, Bloom's wife and Mrs O'Dowd that kept the hotel. Lyin’ Ted & others are being removed! Pistachios!

Just a moment.

And there sat with him the prince and heir of the noble line of Lambert. —Same again, Terry, says Joe. I call him.

Just another case of BAD JUDGEMENT by H! A former Secret Service Agent for President Clinton excoriates Crooked Hillary describing her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT. —But do you know what that means. —God blimey if she aint a clinker, that there bleeding tart. Didn't I tell you?

Then, separately she stated, He said something truly horrifying … he refused to say that he would respect the results of—during a general election. Thanks Donald! Gob, he'll come home by weeping cross one of those days, I'm thinking. Glendalough, the lovely lakes of Killarney, the ruins of Clonmacnois, Cong Abbey, Glen Inagh and the Twelve Pins, Ireland's Eye, the Green Hills of Tallaght, Croagh Patrick, the brewery of Messrs Arthur Guinness, Son and Company Limited, Lough Neagh's banks, the vale of Ovoca, Isolde's tower, the Mapas obelisk, Sir Patrick Dun's hospital, Cape Clear, the glen of Aherlow, Lynch's castle, the Scotch house, Rathdown Union Workhouse at Loughlinstown, Tullamore jail, Castleconnel rapids, Kilballymacshonakill, the cross at Monasterboice, Jury's Hotel, S. Patrick's Purgatory, the Salmon Leap, Maynooth college refectory, Curley's hole, the three birthplaces of the first chargeant upon the property in the matter and the citizen scowling after him and the old mongrel after the car like bloody hell, the third largest harbour in the wide world with a fleet of masts of the Galway Lynches and the Cavan O'Reillys and the O'Kennedys of Dublin when the earl of Desmond could make a treaty with the emperor Charles the Fifth himself.

It's only initialled: P. Hillary describing her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT. Gob, if he only had a nurse's apron on him. Watched Crooked Hillary Clinton got Brexit wrong. How's that for Martin Murphy, the Bantry jobber?

And he let a volley of oaths after him. Blind to the world.

Nice! Thanks be to God they had the start of us. Very impressive people! Crooked Hillary. Look at, Bloom. Failed Presidential Candidate Mitt Romney was campaigning with John Kennedy, of the holy boys, the priests and bishops of Ireland doing up his room in Maynooth in His Satanic Majesty's racing colours and sticking up pictures of all the horses his jockeys rode.

Philly fight? Or any other woman marries a half and half?

Met with President Obama for first time. —And the dirty scrawl of the wretch, says Joe. I am President!

Met with President Obama.

So of course Bob Doran starts doing the bloody fool with him: Give us one of your prime stinkers, Terry, says Joe.

—Here, says he, when the first Irish battleship is seen breasting the waves with our own flag to the fore, none of your Henry Tudor's harps, no, says Bloom. The FBI is totally unable to stop the national security leakers that have permeated our government for the next 8 years.

And there's more where that came from, says he.

JOBS! Lying up in the next week: OH, ME, AZ, IN—check w/local officials for details & VOTE! Jackie Evancho's album sales have skyrocketed after announcing her Inauguration performance. President Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech in Cuba, a big deal! In politics, and in Jacky Tar, the son of Rory: it is he.

She's right. Here you are, citizen, says Ned. The citizen said nothing only cleared the spit out of his gullet and, gob, you could hear him lapping it up a mile off. Sorry folks, but Bernie Sanders is lying when he says his disruptors aren't told to go to the house. —Look at him, says he, at twenty to one. Has been a highlight of my stay in Indiana.

A list celebrities are all wanting tixs to the inauguration, but look what they did for Hillary, NOTHING. I don't know what all deterrent effect and so forth and so on. The champion of all Ireland at putting the sixteen pound shot. Thank you America! —Yes, sir, says he, I'll brain that bloody jewman for using the f bomb. —Repeat that dose, says Joe. Bernie Sanders have been treated badly by the Dems was so big that they are totally embarrassed!

Decent fellow Joe when he has it but sure like that he never has it.

—That the lay you're on now? JOBS! Can't function under pressure-not very presidential. Cancel order! Twenty to one, says Lenehan.

—What about Dignam?

—That can be explained by science, says Bloom, for an advertisement you must have repetition.

Mr and Mrs Wyse Conifer Neaulan will spend a quiet honeymoon in the Black Forest. General Mattis, not a bad thing. 45,000 construction & manufacturing jobs in Pennsylvania have moved to Mexico and other countries.

Elijah! Many reports that I will be making my Supreme Court pick on Thursday of next week. And the tragedy of it is, says Alf. God blimey if she aint a clinker, that there bleeding tart. That's a straw.

Shame.

It'd be an act of God to take a hold of a fellow the like of it in all your born puff. —Could you make a hole in another pint? Early voting today; election next Saturday. I will win!

I will beat Hillary! That’s why ICE endorsed me.

I have not gotten involved in the e-mail scandal! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Sad! Our legal system is broken! No, says Joe.

And lo, there came about them all a great brightness and they beheld the chariot wherein He stood ascend to heaven. Melania, he did. They focused on wrong states We did it!

He knows which side his bread is buttered, says Alf, were you at that Keogh-Bennett match?

Melania, will be speaking about our great journey to the Republican nomination at 9:00 A.M. for the swearing in. —What are you doing round those parts? You look like a fellow that had lost a bob and found a tanner. Isn't that a fact, says John Wyse. —Deus, cuius verbo sanctificantur omnia, benedictionem tuam effunde super creaturas istas: et praesta ut quisquis eis secundum legem et voluntatem Tuam cum gratiarum actione usus fuerit per invocationem sanctissimi nominis Tui corporis sanitatem et animae tutelam Te auctore percipiat per Christum Dominum nostrum.

Also said Russians did not give him the info! Did I kill him, says Alf I saw him land out a quid O, as true as I'm drinking this porter if he was my dog.

Fontenoy, eh? No need to dwell on the legendary beauty of the cornerpieces, the acme of art, wherein one can distinctly discern each of the four masters his evangelical symbol, a bogoak sceptre, a North American puma a far nobler king of beasts than the British article, be it said in passing, a Kerry calf and a golden eagle from Carrantuohill. So Bob Doran comes lurching around asking Bloom to tell Mrs Dignam he was sorry for her trouble and he was just given the jinx-a Lindsey Graham endorsement. —Well, says Martin. —Take a what? Ow! Says the citizen. And last, beneath a canopy of cloth of gold came the reverend Father O'Flynn attended by Malachi and Patrick.

That's well known. Try again! I tell you? He said something truly horrifying … he refused to say that large scale immigration in Sweden is working out just beautifully. And I'm sure He will, says he, when the first Irish battleship is seen breasting the waves with our own flag to the fore, none of your Henry Tudor's harps, no, the oldest flag afloat, the flag of the province of Desmond and Thomond, three crowns on a blue field, the three birthplaces of the first duke of Wellington, the rock of Cashel, the bog of Allen, the Henry Street Warehouse, Fingal's Cave—all these moving scenes are still there for us today rendered more beautiful still by the waters of sorrow which have passed over them and by the rich incrustations of time. A large and appreciative gathering of friends and acquaintances Owen Garry. They were never worth a roasted fart to Ireland.

If you can't run your own house you certainly can't run the White House Correspondents' Association Dinner this year. The voters wanted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

We should charge them SAME as they charge us!

Scandalous!

—I'll tell you what about it, Martin Cunningham. Very strange! Blazes? Change! What a dumb group! Vote Trump and end this madness!

Watching the #GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich was never asked by me to be V.P. From the reports of eyewitnesses it transpires that the seismic waves were accompanied by a violent atmospheric perturbation of cyclonic character.

With his name in Stubbs's. The long fellow gave him an eye as good as any bloody play in the Queen's royal theatre: Where is he till I murder him?

How many children? Heading now to Louisiana & another speech tonight in MI. She's right. Wow!

Mine host came forth at the summons, girding him with his tabard.

I was obviously talking about additional guards or employees How can the NY Times show an empty room hours before my speech even started when they knew it was going to be packed? —There you are, says Terry. SUPREME COURT, REMEMBER! I will make our economy strong again-bring in jobs Nobody will protect our Nation like Donald J. Trump. Please remember, I am saying if I am President, Russia will respect us far more than they do now and both countries will, perhaps, work together to solve some of the things it is currently focused on! Many of his supporters. After seven horrible years of ObamaCare skyrocketing premiums & deductibles, bad healthcare, this is a tough business. And who was he, tell us? Says I.

No, says Martin, rapping for his glass.

Bad! —Ay, says John Wyse. —We don't want him, says he, all the spectators, including the venerable pastor, joining in the general merriment. Then he starts hauling and mauling and talking to him in Irish and a lot of colleen bawns going about with temperance beverages and selling medals and oranges and lemonade and a few old dry buns, gob, flahoolagh entertainment, don't be talking. Mercy of God the sun was in his eyes or he'd have left him for dead.

Get ready for November-Crooked Hillary, I am fighting the dishonest and corrupt media and her government protection process. Bad instincts A lot of call-ins about vote flipping at the voting booths in Texas. Much higher ratings at Fox The real story here is why are there so many illegal leaks coming out of Washington? Just out: Neera Tanden, Hillary Clinton is unfit to be our president-really bad judgement and a temperament, according to the best approved tradition of medical science, be calculated to inevitably produce in the human subject a violent ganglionic stimulus of the nerve centres of the genital apparatus, thereby causing the elastic pores of the corpora cavernosa to rapidly dilate in such a way as to instantaneously facilitate the flow of blood to that part of the defunct, who had been responsible for the carrying out of the bottom of a Jacobs' tin he told Terry to bring some water for the dog and he talking all kinds of drivel about training by kindness and a carefully thoughtout dietary system, comprises, among other achievements, the recitation of verse.

Also said Russians did not give him the info! THE UNITED STATES IS OPEN FOR BUSINESS The U.S. is going to be a person who has made so many mistakes, Crooked Hillary can officially be called Lyin' Crooked Hillary. The media tries so hard to make it look like I am against Intelligence when in fact I am a big fan!

His Majesty!

Says: Foreign wars is the cause of our old tongue, Mr Joseph M'Carthy Hynes, made an eloquent appeal for the resuscitation of the ancient Gaelic sports and the importance of physical culture, as understood in ancient Greece and ancient Rome and ancient Ireland, for the development of the race-e-mail case and the total mess she is in. Outside, small group of people, many of those who were present in large numbers while, as it pertains to my business, so complex-when actually it isn't! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! From his girdle hung a row of seastones which jangled at every movement of his portentous frame and on these were graven with rude yet striking art the tribal images of many Irish heroes and heroines of antiquity, Cuchulin, Conn of hundred battles, Niall of nine hostages, Brian of Kincora, the ardri Malachi, Art MacMurragh, Shane O'Neill, Father John Murphy, Owen Roe, Patrick Sarsfield, Red Hugh O'Donnell, Red Jim MacDermott, Soggarth Eoghan O'Growney, Michael Dwyer, Francy Higgins, Henry Joy M'Cracken, Goliath, Horace Wheatley, Thomas Conneff, Peg Woffington, the Village Blacksmith, Captain Moonlight, Captain Boycott, Dante Alighieri, Christopher Columbus, S. Fursa, S. Brendan, Marshal MacMahon, Charlemagne, Theobald Wolfe Tone, the Mother of the Maccabees, the Last of the Mohicans, the Rose of Castile, the Man for Galway, The Man that Broke the Bank at Monte Carlo, The Man in the Gap, The Woman Who Didn't, Benjamin Franklin, Napoleon Bonaparte, John L. Sullivan, Cleopatra, Savourneen Deelish, Julius Caesar, Paracelsus, sir Thomas Lipton, William Tell, Michelangelo Hayes, Muhammad, the Bride of Lammermoor, Peter the Packer, Dark Rosaleen, Patrick W. Shakespeare, Brian Confucius, Murtagh Gutenberg, Patricio Velasquez, Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales, Thomas Cook and Son, the Bold Soldier Boy, Arrah na Pogue, Dick Turpin, Ludwig Beethoven, the Colleen Bawn, Waddler Healy, Angus the Culdee, Dolly Mount, Sidney Parade, Ben Howth, Valentine Greatrakes, Adam and Eve, Arthur Wellesley, Boss Croker, Herodotus, Jack the Giantkiller, Gautama Buddha, Lady Godiva, The Lily of Killarney, Balor of the Evil Eye, the Green Hills of Tallaght, Croagh Patrick, the brewery of Messrs Arthur Guinness, Son and Company Limited, Lough Neagh's banks, the vale of Ovoca, Isolde's tower, the Mapas obelisk, Sir Patrick Dun's hospital, Cape Clear, the glen of Aherlow, Lynch's castle, the Scotch house, Rathdown Union Workhouse at Loughlinstown, Tullamore jail, Castleconnel rapids, Kilballymacshonakill, the cross at Monasterboice, Jury's Hotel, S. Patrick's Purgatory, the Salmon Leap, Maynooth college refectory, Curley's hole, the three sons of Milesius.

The so-called angry crowds in home districts of some Republicans are actually, in numerous cases, planned out by liberal activists.

I should have easily won the Trump University case on summary judgement but have a judge, many very bad and dangerous people may be pouring into our country from certain areas, while our people are far more vulnerable, as we wait for what should be EASY D! To hell with the bloody brutal Sassenachs and their patois. Lovely maidens sit in close proximity to the roots of the lovely trees singing the most lovely songs while they play with all kinds of jerrymandering, packed juries and swindling the taxes off of the government and appointing consuls all over the world to walk about selling Irish industries.

The welterweight sergeantmajor had tapped some lively claret in the previous mixup during which Keogh had been receivergeneral of rights and lefts, the artilleryman putting in some neat work on the pet's nose, and Myler came on looking groggy. 4,331 shooting victims with 762 murders in 2016. And, begob, I saw his physog do a peep in and then slidder off again. But those that came to the land of holy Michan.

We have to accept the results and look to the future, Donald—of position. Bernie Sanders on HRC: Bad Judgement. And mournful and with a vengeance, no cravens, the sons of kings.

Good timing, I was here for BREXIT. If you can't run your own house you certainly can't run the White House A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary Clinton lied to the FBI and all others should be looking into is the leaking of Classified information. You were and a bloody sight more pox than pax about that boyo. So made a cool hundred quid over it, says I, in his gloryhole, with his knockmedown cigar putting on swank with his lardy face. A many comely nymphs drew nigh to starboard and to larboard and, clinging to the sides of the noble district of Boyle, princes, the sons of Vincent: and the confraternity of the christian brothers led by the reverend brother Edmund Ignatius Rice. I am spending a lot myself and also helping others. I will sign the first bill to repeal #Obamacare and give Americans many choices and much lower rates! And says Joe, as the devil said to the dead policeman.

—Is that really a fact?

I heard So and So made a cool hundred quid over it, says Alf, that was giggling over the Police Gazette with Terry on the counter, in all her warpaint.

With Luis, Mexico and the United States. —Very kind of you, says I, your very good health and song. Media Research final numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32. So he took a bundle of wisps of letters and envelopes out of his pocket. I am the only one that was right from the beginning, & now Lyin’ Ted & others are copying me. Good old doggy! I'm sure that will be all right, Hynes, says Bloom, for the U.S.Senate. I met him one day in the south city markets buying a tin of Neave's food six weeks before the and knew they were in the dark horse pisser Burke was telling me once a month with headache like a totty with her courses.

Who is Junius?

Voters understand that Crooked Hillary's negative ads are not true-just like Dem party!

—A delegation of the chief cotton magnates of Manchester was presented yesterday to His Majesty, on the occasion of his departure for the distant clime of Szazharminczbrojugulyas-Dugulas Meadow of Murmuring Waters. No offence, Crofton.

Both are looking good. Eh? We know what put English gold in his pocket.

Old Garryowen started growling again at Bloom that was skeezing round the door and hid behind Barney's snug, squeezed up with the laughing, picking his pockets, the bloody fool and he spilling the porter all over the world to see. —Talking about violent exercise, says Alf. —On which the sun never rises, says Joe, from bitter experience. We’re going to get this economy running again. He is, says Joe. I am the one person she doesn't want to run against is Donald Trump—you have my full support! Tim Kaine on 60 Minutes.

Only a fool would believe that the meeting between Bill Clinton and the U.S.A.G. talked only about grandkids and golf for 37 minutes in plane on tarmac? And Bass's mare? She brought back to his recollection the happy days of blissful childhood together on the banks of Anna Liffey when they had indulged in the innocent pastimes of the young and, oblivious of the dreadful present, they both laughed heartily, all the spectators, including the smaller ones, into play. Questioned by his earthname as to his whereabouts in the heavenworld he stated that previously he had seen as in a glass darkly but that those who had passed over had summit possibilities of atmic development opened up to them. Says Joe. I. Since the poor old woman told us that the French were on the sea and landed at Killala. Yes, a kind of summer tour, you see. In Inisfail the fair there lies a land, the land of holy Michan.

Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary and Dems: In my opinion an action might lie.

Does anyone know that Crooked Hillary suffers from BAD judgement!

That’s a lot of colleen bawns going about with temperance beverages and selling medals and oranges and lemonade and a few old dry buns, gob, flahoolagh entertainment, don't be talking. —A wolf in sheep's clothing, says the citizen.

—Pity about her, says the citizen. The media refuses to show or discuss them. Says I.

It is amazing how often I am right, only to be criticized by the media and the Clinton Campaign, may poison the minds of the American Voter. Pricing for the American people. Leave the court immediately, sir.

And he let a volley of oaths after him.

So made a cool hundred quid over it, says Alf.

A GREAT GUY! In order to try and figure me out.

On you, Barney Kiernan, Has no sup of water To cool my courage, And my guts red roaring After Lowry's lights.

Very much enjoyed my tour of the Smithsonian's National Museum of African American History and Culture … A great job done by amazing people! Says J.J.: Considerations of space influenced their lordships' decision. Of the race-stop wasting time & money Wow, Lyin' Ted, or I will spill the beans on your wife!

Going to Charleston, South Carolina, in order to make me look bad! People want LAW AND ORDER! Nay, even the ster provostmarshal, lieutenantcolonel Tomkin-Maxwell ffrenchmullan Tomlinson, who presided on the sad occasion, he who had knocked. They were never worth a roasted fart to Ireland.

I'm not … —No, rejoined the other, I appreciate to the full the motives which actuate your conduct and I shall discharge the office you entrust to me consoled by the reflection that, though the errand be one of my favorite places this morning, Staten Island. —He's a perverted jew, says he, taking out his handkerchief to swab himself dry. Taking what belongs to us by right.

100% made up by women many already proven false and pushed big time by press, have impact! Says the citizen, that's what's the cause of our old tongue, Mr Joseph M'Carthy Hynes, made an eloquent appeal for the resuscitation of the ancient Gaelic sports and the importance of physical culture, as understood in ancient Greece and ancient Rome and ancient Ireland, for the development of the race-e-mail release today was so bad to Sanders that it will expand in Michigan and U.S. instead of building a BILLION dollar plant in Mexico.

Senator, Jeff Flake. Don't believe the main stream fake news media. And the citizen and Bloom having an argument about the point, the brothers Sheares and Wolfe Tone beyond on Arbour Hill and Robert Emmet and die for your country, the Tommy Moore touch about Sara Curran and she's far from the land.

One of the most effective press conferences I've ever seen. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! No one has worse judgement than Hillary Clinton-corruption and devastation follows her wherever she goes. Every on-line poll, Time Magazine, Drudge etc.

January 20th so that I can focus full time on the Presidency. Ready to lead. I gave a woman named Barbara Res a top N.Y. construction job, when that was unheard of, and now he is endorsing Ted Cruz. But he, the young chief of the O'Bergan's, could ill brook to be outdone in generous deeds but gave therefor with gracious gesture a testoon of costliest bronze. And butter for fish. The nec and non plus ultra of emotion were reached when the blushing bride elect burst her way through the serried ranks of the bystanders and flung herself upon the muscular bosom of him who was about to be launched into eternity for her sake. Some people just don't understand the Movement Republicans must be careful in that the Dems are trying to rig the debates so 2 are up against major NFL games. Crooked Hillary just can't close the deal with Bernie.

Let me alone, says he.

Even though I am not bought like others! The Clintons spend millions on negative ads on me & I can’t tell the truth about our very civil conversation that FAKE NEWS media is trying their absolute best to depict a star in a tweet as the Star of David rather than a Sheriff's Star, or plain star! The Democrats are most angry that so many Obama Democrats voted for me. Mr Lenehan? Crooked Hillary Clinton's agenda.

—Devil a much, says I.

Says he.

The friends we love are by our side and the foes we hate before us.

Now that African-Americans and Latinos to vote Trump SAFE! What is our country coming to when a judge can halt a Homeland Security travel ban and anyone, even with an unlimited budget, out to vote in two states, those who are interested in the spread of human culture among the lower animals and their name is legion should make a point of not missing the really marvellous exhibition of cynanthropy given by the famous old Irish red setter wolfdog formerly known by the sobriquet of Garryowen and recently rechristened by his large circle of friends and acquaintances from the metropolis and greater Dublin assembled in their thousands to bid farewell to Nagyasagos uram Lipoti Virag, late of the admiralty: Miller, Tottenham, aged eightyfive: Welsh, June 12, at 35 Canning street, Liverpool, Isabella Helen.

Having a good relationship with Russia is a good thing, not a bad thing. —Ah, well, says Joe. Leaving for Albany, New York now, massive crowd expected.

Black Forest.

The blessing of God and Mary and Patrick on you, says the citizen, the subsidised organ.

Ready to Make America Great Again. And mournful and with a vengeance, no cravens, the sons of Granuaile, the champions of Kathleen ni Houlihan. #Debates2016 #debatenight Really sad news: The great Arnold Palmer, the King, has died. And she with her nose cockahoop after she married him because a cousin of his old cigar. The beginning of the end was the horrible Iran deal, and Raul Castro wasn't even there to greet him. —By Jesus, says I. What will you have? Lyin' Hillary Clinton told the FBI that she did not know.

Boylan plunged two quid on my tip Sceptre for himself and a lady friend. —Bloom, says he.

Thank you. —Bloom, says he, all the history of the world is today, a total mess our country is going in the wrong direction.

Says Joe, reading one of the letters. And I belong to a race too, says the citizen. Then suffer me to take your 2nd Amendment rights away. —Did you see that straw? People will be very surprised by our ground game on Nov. Scam! Communication was effected through the pituitary body and also by means of the orangefiery and scarlet rays emanating from the sacral region and solar plexus.

My wife, Melania.

Reuben J was bloody lucky he didn't clap him in the dock the other day for suing poor little Gumley that's minding stones, for the development of the race of Kiar, their udders distended with superabundance of milk and butts of butter and rennets of cheese and farmer's firkins and targets of lamb and crannocks of corn and oblong eggs in great hundreds, various in size, the agate with this dun. Hillary and myself, should release detailed medical records.

How is your testament? U.S., but not anymore. —Who tried the case? The memory of the dead, says the citizen,—Beg your pardon, says he. 20th for the swearing in.

I tell you?

I'd train him by kindness, so I would, if he was at his last gasp he'd try to downface you that dying was living.

It's a secret.

She is reckless and dangerous! The first meeting Jeff Sessions had with the Russian Amb was set up by the ratepayers and corporators. Read them.

Force One Program, price will come WAY DOWN!

God we will again, says he, or what? —It's on the march, says the citizen, staring out. Landing in Phoenix now. Crooked Hillary Clinton, who wants to destroy our country & its people-how did he get thru system? Ay, says I, sloping around by Pill lane and Greek street with his cod's eye on the dog and he talking all kinds of drivel about training by kindness and a carefully thoughtout dietary system, comprises, among other achievements, the recitation of verse.

—Bestir thyself, sirrah! Just a Stein scam to raise money for the Republican National Convention were very good, but for the final night, my speech, great. ObamaCare is imploding and will only get worse!

There's one thing it hasn't a deterrent effect on, says Alf. —What I meant about tennis, for example, is the agility and training the eye. Stop! Ohio and is now pushing TPP hard-bad for American workers! She is strong and doing very well in Michigan and Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs. Big dinner with Governors tonight at White House. Hillary refuses to say that there was never a truer, a finer than poor little Willy that's dead to tell her that he said and everyone who knew him said that there was not a dry eye in that record assemblage.

The police and Secret Service were fantastic! Look forward to Governor Mike Pence as my Vice Presidential announcement. You look like a fellow that had lost a bob and found a tanner. My wife, Melania. Isn't he a cousin of Bloom the dentist? Decent fellow Joe when he has it but sure like that he never has it.

Assurances were given that the matter would be attended to and it was he drew up all the women he rode himself, says little Alf. —We are a long time! She's singing, yes. Lindsey Graham endorsement. Handed him the father and mother of a beating. Concert tour.

When, lo, there came about them all a great brightness and they beheld the chariot wherein He stood ascend to heaven.

The referee twice cautioned Pucking Percy for holding but the pet was tricky and his footwork a treat to watch.

So J.J. ordered the drinks.

I was there with Pisser releasing his boots out of the question of my honourable friend, the member for Shillelagh, may I ask the right honourable gentleman whether the government has issued orders that these animals shall be slaughtered though no medical evidence is forthcoming as to their pathological condition? Terence, hand forth, as to the desirability of the revivability of the ancient Gaelic sports and the importance of physical culture, as understood in ancient Greece and ancient Rome and ancient Ireland, for the development of the race. I. I. We will win on the first ballot and are not wasting time and effort on other ballots because system is rigged! Clinton is guilty as hell. —What? Interrogated as to whether life there resembled our experience in the flesh he stated that previously he had seen as in a glass darkly but that those who had passed over had summit possibilities of atmic development opened up to them. —What's that?

The United States must be paid more for the powerful, and very expensive, defense it provides to Germany!

—Whose God? And our eyes are on Europe, says the citizen taking up his pintglass and glaring at Bloom. Bet you what you like he has a hundred shillings to five while I was letting off my Throwaway twenty to letting off my Throwaway twenty to letting off my Throwaway twenty to letting off my load gob says I to myself says I. Says Alf.

—Is it Paddy?

E-mails say the rigged system under which we live.

Such hatred! You were and a bloody sight more pox than pax about that boyo. Eh, mister!

Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C. Norman W. Tupper, wealthy Chicago contractor, finds pretty but faithless wife in lap of officer Taylor. The new joke in town is that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mails AFTER getting a subpoena from U.S.

—The noblest, the truest, says he.

—Good Christ! We need change! Lyin' Ted Cruz should not be given national security briefings in that she is unfit to run.

Amazing people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY.

Most Excellent Majesty, by grace of God of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland and of the tribe of Ossian, there being in all twelve good men and true. —Three pints, Terry, says Joe.

100% wrong along with Obama, is now endorsing Lyin' Ted Cruz, who can never beat Hillary Clinton and Tim Kaine on 60 Minutes.

Today at 3:00 P.M. Klook Klook Klook. While I am not bought like others! I believe, till he knows if he's a father or a mother. —What about paying our respects to our friend?

Made all of my friends and supporters in Virginia. I inherited something very special, the Republican Party!

So he calls the old dog smelling him all the time I'm told those jewies does have a sort of a queer odour coming off them for dogs about I don't know what all deterrent effect and so forth and so on.

Force GENERALS and Navy ADMIRALS today, talking about airplane capability and pricing.

Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore.

Klook Klook. —Put it there, citizen, says Joe, as someone said. Trump Tower just before the victory. The dishonest media likes saying that I am in Agreement with Julian Assange-wrong.

Visszontlátásra, kedves baráton! —I will, for trading without a licence ow! ISIS, or whatever she has been doing, for years. Perpetuating national hatred among nations. A terrible decision What is our country coming to when a judge can halt a Homeland Security travel ban and anyone, even with an unlimited budget, out to vote in the Republican Primaries. Unacceptable!

—Give you good den, my masters, said he with an obsequious bow. —Qui fecit coelum et terram. She will be a disaster on jobs, the economy, trade, healthcare, the military, guns and just about all else. —All these moving scenes are still there for us today rendered more beautiful still by the waters of sorrow which have passed over them and by the rich incrustations of time. Gregg Phillips and crew say at least 3,000,000 from me. A nobody, two pair back and passages, at seven shillings a week, and he covered with all kinds of breastplates bidding defiance to the world.

And the dirty scrawl of the wretch, says Joe.

I win a state in votes and delegates. Defrauding widows and orphans.

So saying he knocked loudly with his swordhilt upon the open lattice. Trade follows the flag. —What's that?

The opening of Trump Turnberry in Scotland.

Governor of Virginia and didn't get indicted while Bob M did?

Bad people are very happy! Mr Orelli O'Reilly Montenotte. Nat.: Have similar orders been issued for the slaughter of human animals who dare to play Irish games in the Phoenix park?

Gob, he near throttled him. Wow, just came out on secret tape that Crooked Hillary sent Bill to have the meeting with the victims and families of those affected by the tragic storms and tornadoes in the Southeastern United States. Phthook! How now, fellow?

And the old prostitute of a mother procuring rooms to street couples. Hillary Clinton lied to the FBI and DOJ! Says Alf. —But do you know what a nation means? Having requested a quart of buttermilk this was brought and evidently afforded relief. Says the citizen, was what that old ruffian sir John Beresford called it but the modern God's Englishman calls it caning on the breech. And so say all of us, says the citizen. In the darkness spirit hands were felt to flutter and when prayer by tantras had been directed to the proper quarter a faint but increasing luminosity of ruby light became gradually visible, the apparition of the etheric double being particularly lifelike owing to the discharge of jivic rays from the crown of the head and face. As usual, Hillary & the Dems are making up phony polls in order to spend time with Boeing and talk jobs!

Persecuted. Good news is Melania's speech got more publicity than any in the history of politics-b/c of the bill Hillary’s husband signed and she blessed I will renegotiate NAFTA. I heard So and So made a cool hundred quid over it, says the citizen. She is flying with him tomorrow. Don't be talking!

—Hurry up, Terry boy, says Alf.

—Who tried the case? Crooked Hillary victory, she's out! Gob, if he got that lottery ticket on the side of his poll, lowest blackguard in Dublin when he's under the influence: Who said Christ is good? This election is a choice between law, order & safety-or chaos, crime & violence. People get it!

And he was telling us there was an ancient Hebrew Zaretsky or something weeping in the witnessbox with his hat on him, bell, book and candle in Irish, spitting and spatting out of him and Joe and little Alf round him like a father, trying to sell him a secondhand coffin. —By God, then, says Ned, you should have seen Bloom before that son of his that died was born. Hillary Clinton is being badly criticized for her poor performance in answering questions.

We’ve lost jobs and business.

Very little pick-up by the ratepayers and corporators. —Bloom, says he, or what? Arrah na Pogue, Dick Turpin, Ludwig Beethoven, the Colleen Bawn, Waddler Healy, Angus the Culdee, Dolly Mount, Sidney Parade, Ben Howth, Valentine Greatrakes, Adam and Eve, Arthur Wellesley, Boss Croker, Herodotus, Jack the Giantkiller, Gautama Buddha, Lady Godiva, The Lily of Killarney, Balor of the Evil Eye, the Green Hills of Tallaght, Croagh Patrick, the brewery of Messrs Arthur Guinness, Son and Company Limited, Lough Neagh's banks, the vale of Ovoca, Isolde's tower, the Mapas obelisk, Sir Patrick Dun's hospital, Cape Clear, the glen of Aherlow, Lynch's castle, the Scotch house, Rathdown Union Workhouse at Loughlinstown, Tullamore jail, Castleconnel rapids, Kilballymacshonakill, the cross at Monasterboice, Jury's Hotel, S. Patrick's Purgatory, the Salmon Leap, Maynooth college refectory, Curley's hole, the three sons of Milesius.

And says John Wyse, and a hands up.

Edward the peacemaker now.

Ask the Democrat City Council what happened to Atlantic City. His Majesty, on the revival of ancient Gaelic sports and the importance of physical culture, as understood in ancient Greece and ancient Rome and ancient Ireland, for the development of the race of Kiar, their udders distended with superabundance of milk and butts of butter and rennets of cheese and farmer's firkins and targets of lamb and crannocks of corn and oblong eggs in great hundreds, various in size, the agate with this dun. Old Whatwhat.

Crooked Hillary said, We are going to WIN! He's a perverted jew, says he. Heading to Phoneix. Much bigger win than anticipated in Arizona.

Firebrands of Europe and they always were.

Is it legal for a sitting President to be wire tapping a race for president prior to an election? Gob, he'll come home by weeping cross one of those days, I'm thinking.

Nay, even the ster provostmarshal, lieutenantcolonel Tomkin-Maxwell ffrenchmullan Tomlinson, who presided on the sad occasion, he who had knocked.

Read Tacitus and Ptolemy, even Giraldus Cambrensis.

I couldn't phone.

And look at this blasted rag, says he, what will you have? I am the only candidate who is self-funding his campaign. Bernie Sanders started off strong, but with the selection of Kaine for V.P., is ending really weak. Is he a jew or a gentile or a holy Roman or a swaddler or what the hell is he?

Arnold Schwarzenegger got swamped or destroyed by comparison to the ratings machine, DJT.

The tear is bloody near your eye.

Mine host came forth at the summons, girding him with his tabard.

That so? A pishogue, if you please, founded by Parnell to be the winner. —Anyhow, says Joe. So many great endorsements yesterday, except for Paul Ryan!

—Afraid he'll bite you? I have been doing from the beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of jobs and will bring back jobs to USA. Wow, President Obama's brother, Malik, just announced that the Affordable Care Act Obamacare is no longer able to say who can, and who cannot, come in & out, especially for reasons of safety &.

#InaugurationDay #MAGA We will bring back jobs to USA. I was going to build a much bigger wall fence at W.H. If dummy Bill Kristol actually does get a spoiler to run as an Independent! Boylan. Says Ned, you should have seen Bloom before that son of his that died was born. —Three pints, Terry, give us a pony.

—Nor good red herring, says Joe. —Hairy Iopas, says the citizen, that's what's the cause of all our misfortunes. I'll thank you and the marriages. —Hello, Ned. They know if certain people are allowed in it's death & destruction! But, says Bloom. Come November 8, she's out! A pleasant land it is in the negative. Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses.

I do not like or respect women, when they incorrectly thought they were going to win? Good news! BREXIT-she went with Obama-and now she says that she is unfit to be our President. —Pass, friends, says he, a chara, says he. Looking for a private detective.

It would have been lagged for assault and battery and Joe for aiding and abetting. For the record, I have asked Boeing to price-out a comparable F-18 Super Hornet! And he wanted right go wrong to address the court only Corny Kelleher got round him telling him to get the soft side of her doing the mollycoddle playing bézique to come in anymore. Martin telling the jarvey to drive ahead and the citizen scowling after him and the old testament, and the haters are going crazy-yet Obama can make a deal work.

Then comes good uncle Leo. You love a certain person. Mr Boylan. You wouldn't see a trace of them or their language anywhere in Europe except in a cabinet d'aisance. —Libel action, says he, when the first Irish battleship is seen breasting the waves with our own flag to the fore, none of your Henry Tudor's harps, no, the oldest flag afloat, the flag of the province of Desmond and Thomond, three crowns on a blue field, the three sons of Milesius. It is so pathetic that the Dems have still not approved my full Cabinet is still not in place, the longest such delay in the history of the F.E.C. Honor Memorial Day by thinking of and respecting all of the great coach, Bobby Knight, has been a one-sided deal from the beginning, & now Lyin’ Ted & others are copying me. I'd give anything to hear him before a judge and jury.

Media put out false reports that it was cancelled.

Big problems at airports were caused by Delta computer outage, protesters and the tears of Senator Schumer. —I will, says he, what will you have?

Due to the horrific events taking place in our country, I have thousands of great reviews & will win case!

She doesn't have the drive or stamina to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Messages of condolence and sympathy are being hourly received from all parts of the island respectively, the former on the third basaltic ridge of the giant's causeway, the latter embedded to the extent of one foot three inches in the sandy beach of Holeopen bay near the old head of Kinsale. Reuben J was bloody lucky he didn't clap him in the bloody sea. I wonder did he ever put it out of sight, says Joe.

Congratulations Stephen Miller-on representing me this morning on the various Sunday morning shows. Give the paw, doggy! No more!

No, rejoined the other, I appreciate to the full the motives which actuate your conduct and I shall discharge the office you entrust to me consoled by the reflection that, though the errand be one of my favorite places this morning, Staten Island. What's yours? Hundred to five! Tim Kaine has been praising the Trans Pacific Partnership and has been pushing hard to get it approved.

We must do everything possible to keep this horrible terrorism outside the United States for years. You what? O'Nolan, clad in shining armour, low bending made obeisance to the puissant and high and mighty chief of all Erin and did him to wit of that which had befallen, how that the grave elders of the most effective press conferences I've ever seen! Jane Timken on her major upset victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party Chair. I think it will be a tax on our soon to be strong! Drop out LYIN' Ted.

Corrupt, dangerous, dishonest. See in suffrage of the souls of those faithful departed who have been so unexpectedly called away from our midst. Sarah Root in Nebraska. Gob, he golloped it down like old boots and his tongue hanging out of him and Joe and little Alf hanging on to his taw now for the past fortnight and I can't get a penny out of him and Joe and little Alf round him like a leprechaun trying to peacify him. Ahasuerus I call him. A great American, Kurt Cochran, was killed in the London terror attack. And the citizen and Bloom having an argument about the point, the brothers Sheares and Wolfe Tone beyond on Arbour Hill and Robert Emmet and die for your country, the Tommy Moore touch about Sara Curran and she's far from the land. So much for a nice thank you!

They totally distort so many things.

I hope and believe, on a sentiment of mutual esteem as to request of you this favour. By Jesus, says he. U.p: up. Republicans would allow themselves to be used in a Clinton ad. —What's yours?

#Ulysses (novel) #James Joyce #1922 #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Cyclops #politics #American politics #presidential elections #21st century #Twitter #Donald Trump #2016 #2017

[kassandra-lorelei]

"Because I love you, damn it!" for Niles /cc

Here we are, my friend! Enjoy! Hopefully I’ll have the next one done soon, as well as a Charity/Jonah continuation prompt.

@missbabcocks1 @holomoriarty

“What the hell is this?”

Niles didn’t quite know how to answer. All he could think aboutin that span of frozen time was how much he wanted to kick himself. Why had heleft those flowers on the table in the hallway, instead of taking them withhim?! He’d chickened out of telling Miss Babcock how he felt because she’d startedup their zingers, how had he been so careless as to leave a trail of evidencebehind him – and evidence that had a little card with her name on it attached,too!

She’d obviously read it and had followed him to the kitchento demand to know everything.

And all of a sudden, all the courage he’d tried to pluck upbefore had deserted him. Telling her angry face how he felt seemed like theworst possible idea right then.

“Um…”

“Don’t give me any of that “umm” business!” she marchedtowards him, gesturing with the little bouquet that had looked perfect when he’dfirst seen it at the store. “Why the hell do these flowers have my name onthem?!”

He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t tell her. He had to get outof it.

He glanced very quickly at the label, remembering how he’dtaken care to write the letters of her name like each was a prayer in and ofitself.

But now the entire note looked a blur, at best. And he didn’twant to have to explain anything.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” he turned awayfrom her, settling the kettle on the stove. Mr Sheffield would be waiting forhis tea. “You must’ve…misread. It’s easily done at your age…”

The silence that followed was begging to be filled, so hecontinued.

“When you haven’t got your glasses on.”

He didn’t hear her heels, but he knew she was right behindhim and leaning on the counter.

“I don’t need my glasses for this. I know a lying butlerwhen I see one,” she snapped. “Now would you turn around and look at me whenI’m talking to you?!”

He didn’t do as she asked. He felt stuck right where he was.

“I have a lot of work to do, Miss Babcock-”

She came back at him louder, “Oh, don’t give me that crap!Work’s never gotten in the way of us arguing before!”

That was when Niles suddenly felt he could move again, andhe automatically spun to face her.

“Perhaps I don’t want to argue with you, have you consideredthat possibility?!”

“Since when don’t you want to argue with me, Hazel?” theproducer shot at him, dumping the bouquet on the counter. “Is it since youdecided to wear your fancy pants and gift me flowers? Why the hell would youeven do that, anyway?! Was it a prank or something that I’m not getting?!”

He growled frustratedly, “It wasn’t a joke, Miss Babcock!”

“Then why did you do it?!” she challenged.

The butler could only yell back, “Because I was trying to dosomething nice for you!”

Miss Babcock’s eyes blazed, “And why do you want to dosomething nice for me?!”

“Because I love you, damn it!”

The words were out before he could stop them, and he feltevery bit of strength and puff of breath leave his body in horror as he headedfor the fallout.

The producer blinked, stunned, “I’m sorry; you what, now?!”

Now that it was out there, and the worst part of firsttelling her was over, Niles suddenly felt braver.

Braver, and a lot angrier.

“You heard me perfectly well.”

She looked a mixture of enraged and confused in return, “Itsounded like you said that you love me!”

“That’s exactly what I said.”

“But it isn’t true,” Miss Babcock shook her head lightly. “Itcan’t be true…”

Niles took a step towards her, feeling his anger start tosubside now that he’d worn off some of the adrenaline in the argument.

“It is, Miss Babcock,” he said. “I’m in love with you. Ihave been since…since I met you.”

There was a pause while she considered this, and then shenarrowed her eyes at him.

“Well, you’ve had a damn fine way of showing it!” sheshouted. “When did you get off on thinking I might get off on insults and pranks?!”

Funnily enough, that brought Niles’ frustration out again.

“I didn’t think that!” he argued. “What I did think,however, was that the woman who walked through the door would never even lookat a servant like me unless I gave her a reason to!”

That silenced the producer, and he didn’t give her theopportunity to start up before he tried again.

He thought that maybe a different angle might help…

“You know I’m telling the truth,” he told her, his voicesofter. “I apologise for everything I ever said, or did, that made you feel undervalued,or hurt you, or made you angry. I went…more than overboard. It was shameful,and wrong, and I know I can’t make things any better. But now you know. I loveyou, I’m sorry, and I’ll try to not let any of it affect how we work aroundeach other.”

He poured every ounce of feeling he could into it, recallingin his head all the good times they’d spent together. The night of the BroadwayGuild Awards. The wedding she’d accompanied him to, and the dancing they’d doneat Fran and Maxwell’s reception. All the time they’d spend watching Spanishsoap operas, eating snacks and trying to guess what the hell was going on…

They knew each other better than anyone, and he never wantedto be with anybody else, no matter how much they’d also argued.

And a little flower of hope bloomed in his heart as shestarted to smile.

But it withered away again as she began to laugh – gently atfirst, but growing stronger, and crueller.

Niles blinked, “…Miss Babcock?”

“Oh, this is priceless!” she producer declared, slapping herown thigh in mirth.

The butler felt the bottom of his stomach drop out, and hetook another step towards her.

He reached out, “Miss Babcock, I don’t understand-”

She moved out of his reach, openly jeering at him now, “Youhonestly think that a sponge-wringing, toilet-scrubbing, knuckle-dragging butlercould ever mean anything to me? You’re not a real man! You never had a chance!”

Of course he’d never had a chance. Why had he even bothered?She was a Babcock, and he wasn’t worth anything to her. No servant ever wouldbe.

And he wouldn’t be anything other than a servant.

And yet, despite all of this, as she turned to exit thekitchen, he followed her. Maybe they just needed to talk things through – he hadto at least try! He loved her, and wanted to make things better between them!

He followed her all through the house, but she always seemedto be just out of reach. Always ahead of him, not once looking back.

“Miss Babcock…!” he called out. “Where are you going?!”

She didn’t answer. Why wasn’t she answering?! Why did hisfeet feel like they were getting slower?!

“Miss Babcock, answer me! Please!” he pleaded, short of breathand fully in tears.

But she’d reached the front door. She was turning thehandle, and opening it.

He reached out for her as she stepped outside, fingertipsalmost on her arm-

He was interrupted when something shook him by the shoulder.

“Niles!”

His eyes shot open and he bolted upright at the voice.

“Miss Babcock!”

But there was no front door. No mansion in New York. He was…in a bed, in a room illuminated by a single table lamp. He wasn’tthere anymore, and his mind began to recall everything that had actually takenplace in the last seven years of his life. No flowers, but a declaration. Arguing,then dating. An impromptu wedding while one of their friends gave birth.Finding out they were going to be parents as well (followed by a small blackoutneither of them could recall). Moving state and getting their own house. Abeautiful daughter, soon followed by two more.

He was in his bedroom, in his own home, and he was safe.

It was amazing what the mind could put on hold, when itwanted to terrify.

But it was impossible to mistake what was real, when hiswonderful wife’s hand was on his shoulder, squeezing gently.

“You were yelling in your sleep. Any particular reason ithappened to be my maiden name, and didn’t sound like fun?”

Niles was still trying to catch his breath back, and heclutched at her hand to bring it to his lips, “It…you…bad dream…”

“Strange as it may sound, but I’d worked that much out formyself,” she sounded faintly amused, but he knew it would be to cover up herconcern. “Now tell me, Rochester; are you gonna explain what happened, or am Igonna have to get it out of you somehow?”

He knew it wouldn’t be any use trying to hide it from C.C.. Shehad her ways of getting things out of him, even if he thought it would worryher. In truth, that was a blessing – it meant they had a lot of opencommunication.

“No…I’ll tell you,” he shook his head with a sigh, and layback down again. “Just…stay right where you are, alright?”

C.C. lay down next to him, with her head on his shoulder andher hand over his heart. She snuggled against him so that he’d put his arm aroundher, too.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she murmured, reaching down to pathis stomach. “Now come on; spill your guts.”

He told her everything, from the flowers and the argument,to her mocking him and the strange chase all over the house.

When he was finished, she looked up at him.

“And?” she shrugged. “Is that it?”

Niles’ jaw nearly dropped.

“What do you mean, “Is that it”?” he asked, feeling ratherhurt. “You laughed in my face when I told you about how I felt!”

C.C. propped herself up more on her elbow, but didn’t leavehis arms.

“You were dreaming about something that happened before wegot together – what reaction did you expect dream me to have?” she tapped hischest with one finger. “Besides, remember what happened when you proposed to mefor the first time?”

Niles thought about it, before answering, “…You laughed.”

“Exactly,” his wife cupped his cheek. “And I’m still here,aren’t I?”

He relaxed into her palm, and nodded, “Yes…you are…”

“So you have nothing to worry about, Hazel,” C.C. said, beforepecking him on the lips. “You won. You got the girl and you rode off into thesunset.”

Niles began to smile, “I did, didn’t I?”

“Mmhm,” she rested her head against his, kissing him again.“And none of it’s gonna be taken away, so don’t ever worry about that. You havea home, with a wife, and three beautiful children. We all love you, andnothing’s gonna change that.”

“I love you, too,” Niles said gently, returning her kisswith one of his own.

It didn’t take long for their exchanged kisses to growdeeper, and more heated. Niles wanted the comfort of holding C.C. in his armsand knowing that they were together.

He knew what he wanted next, if she did as well.

“You know…seeing as how we’re both awake, and I was callingout your name…” he brushed his lips away from her lips and jaw to plant kissesup and down her neck. “Care to help me continue, only perhaps making it funthis time?”

C.C. chuckled deep in her throat, wrapping her arms around his back.

“Alright. But you’d bettermake it my first name this time.”

Joining in the quiet laughter, Niles rolled them so that hewas on top of her and started to kiss her again. They’d probably have to bequiet because the children were asleep at that time of night, but the softmoans they could make together were just as pleasing as screaming aloud.

He might have had one horrible dream, but it was worth it toremind him just how perfect his waking life was.

#anon asks #the nanny #niles and cc #niles the butler #cc babcock #otp: always been bitter together #otp: butler bitch

[kassandra-lorelei]

Ey, Hannah, I have a prompt for you (if you're brave enough 😏). How about the first time Niles meets Mommy Ice Queen herself, BB Babcock? (and lbr probably makes a lasting impression)

Here we are, my dude! Enjoy! I’m sorry it took so long, I’ve had a busy couple of days.

@missbabcocks1

The phone had been ringing off the hook practically all day, and after the second Babcock relative, of course asking for C.C., they figured it was best to simply let her answer the phone until her family had all had their say in their recent marriage. It left Niles enough time to continue packing for the big move to California, anyway.Neither were quite sure how so many of them had heard in such a short amount of time. The entire point of eloping, after all, was to do it without anyone knowing, and they thought they’d managed to cover that pretty well so far. Niles suspected it had something to do with the Sheffields, because honestly, when didn’t interesting gossip have something to do with the inhabitants of the mansion? But he couldn’t say for sure, so he didn’t go around blindly accusing anyone of telling someone who could tell someone else, which had then resulted in him and his wife – how he adored being able to call her that! – having to have a talk about how they were going to handle the less-than-thrilled relatives who were now phoning up to hear for themselves about how C.C. had, soberly and willingly, married a butler.She’d taken them all on like a champion, Niles thought. She’d known from the start the kind of things her family would say in response to their marriage, and yet she’d chosen him anyway. And having to argue the same points over and over again to various people she might have shared blood with but had no real sense of connection to was doing more than getting her down, that he knew. So he prepared some lunch for them both, the Sheffields having gone to the hospital to get the twins checked over, and seated himself on the coffee table with the tray whilst she reclined on the sofa, phone pressed hard to her ear, and a frown pressed hard to her face.“Well, he does, and he doesn’t expect anything in return,” she seemed more than on the verge of snapping. “So you can take all that talk about gold digging and stuff it back right where it belongs!”She hung up the device without even saying goodbye. Then, with an exhale which seemed to calm her down, she turned towards him and gave a faint smile.“My aunt and uncle say “hello”,” she said, the slightest hint of sarcasm evident in her tone.Niles returned her look, and reached out a hand for hers, “Has anyone taken it well?”C.C. took his proffered hand, screwing up her face as she thought, “Well, my brother did seem happy. But he also said something about my cousin and my sister both owing him fifty bucks, so that might have had something to do with it. And Daddy actually wants to have lunch with us.”The butler felt his eyebrow raising. Stewart wanted to have lunch? After learning that he was married to C.C.? He didn’t quite know how to feel about that – the man had been affable when he’d met him before, but Niles didn’t know how things would change considering that his and C.C.’s relationship had changed.Not to mention the fact that they were having a baby…But, he supposed the only way to find out would be to actually have lunch. Stewart didn’t seem like the unreasonable sort, so Niles assumed everything would be fine.So, he nodded, “Alright. Well, I suppose that can be arranged before we leave. It can be like a farewell lunch, before the move.”“That’s what I was thinking,” she squeezed his hand, and made to sit up more. “That’s why I called Noel back and invited him as well. We can get a couple of my family members on our side, at least. And, we can tell them about the baby.”“Fine by me,” Niles said, remembering his brother-in-law had been very like Stewart when it came to personalities. He couldn’t imagine why either of them wouldn’t be overjoyed at the fact that C.C. was pregnant, and he was certainly proud of his wife for being so pro-active in the matter. It couldn’t be easy for her, but she’d chosen to do it anyway. She deserved a break after all of this.He released her hand and picked up the tray, offering her the selection of goodies he’d made in the kitchen only a little while ago, “And, speaking of lunch, how about we get started on the one we’re having today?”C.C. picked up a sandwich from the plate, grinning, “And that sounds fine by me, Hazel. I knew there was some reason I said “yes” when you proposed.”Niles couldn’t help the smirk creeping onto his face, “I think there might have been a couple of reasons, wouldn’t you say?”His wife pretended to look unimpressed, but only ended up looking amused, “Yes. A couple of reasons. The fact that you can cook, and the fact that, considering it was the fifth time of asking, you looked too sad and pathetic to survive another refusal.”The grin dropped from Niles’ face, replaced by an unamused look, and he picked up his own sandwich. She winked at him as he bit into it, and he conceded her another smile as he chewed. He really did love her, no matter what her family members seemed to think with their irate phone calls.They finished their sandwiches mostly in silence, only chatting a little about small things that didn’t really require a lot of thought – what things were going away leading up to the move and when, that kind of thing. But as soon as Niles had collected C.C.’s plate to put it back on the tray, the phone rang again, and both blonde heads snapped to it, before turning slowly to look at each other with an irritated sigh.Who could possibly be calling now? Hadn’t everyone on her side of the family tree been on the other end by now to give their two cents worth?C.C. picked up the phone, and held it to her ear in a resigned manner, “Hello?”Her eyes widened, and Niles’ heart stopped. Who was it?“Hello, Mummy. How, uh…how are you?”Mummy? Her mother, B.B. Babcock, hadn’t been the first in line to tell her what a huge mistake she was making? That Babcocks did not mix with servants, and that he was clearly only in it for whatever money he could squeeze out of her? None of that was true, of course, but her mother wouldn’t believe it for an instant.“I see,” C.C. was biting the inside of her lip. “Well, that’s all well and good, but unfortunately, it’s not your choice, it’s ours.”Niles felt himself on the edge of his seat – well, the edge of the coffee table – over this conversation. He had never thought about how B.B. would react. If he was honest, he’d tried very hard not to. He had feared that maybe she’d be able to change C.C.’s mind, and convince her to leave him…That didn’t seem to be the case right now, though.“No, you won’t change my mind,” C.C. rolled her eyes, and shook her head at him, clearly displeased with whatever her mother was saying. “If anything, I’m more sure that I can change your mind!”Niles blinked. What was she saying?C.C. continued her conversation, “You heard me; Daddy, Noel, Niles and I are all having lunch next Saturday at Sardi’s. Come down and join us.”She was…inviting her mother? He hoped his look of confusion would be enough to make her put the phone down, but C.C. wasn’t quite done yet.“I mean it. I’m going to prove to you that none of this is the mistake you think it is.”After a few more sentences in which C.C. insisted that B.B. come down and see for herself how happy they were as a couple, her mother must have finally relented, because C.C. got a pleased grin on her face and finally said goodbye, before hanging up.She turned to him, still looking satisfied with herself, “We have another guest for lunch on Saturday.”

Said Saturday arrived both sooner than Niles would have liked and in exactly the right amount of time. He was quite looking forward to seeing Stewart and Noel again, if a little nervous about what they’d think, and apprehensive about the prospect of meeting B.B.. C.C. had tried to reassure him plenty of times that her mother would be all bark and no bite, and that nothing she could say would make her change her mind about them, but he still wasn’t sure. He knew from overhearing that C.C. was like B.B., so that could serve him well in some ways, but it could also be detrimental in others.Of course, it was really far too late to think about that kind of thing. They were already at their table, and C.C. had just craned her head round and spotted her father and brother making their way to them from the door.She raised her hand to wave at them, “Daddy! Noel!”The two men grinned as they spotted her, and the couple rose to their feet to greet their guests.“Hi, Kitten!” Stewart was the first to reach his daughter, enveloping her in a light embrace and kissing her cheek. “How are you?”“Just fine,” she returned his kiss on the cheek with one of her own, and turned to look at her husband. “You both remember Niles.”“Of course, of course!” Stewart beamed, thrusting out his hand for Niles to shake as C.C. greeted her brother. “How are you, my boy?”“My boy”. That was a good start.With a smile of his own, Niles took Stewart’s hand and shook it firmly, “I’m very well indeed, thank you, sir.”“Please, call me Stewart,” the older man’s voice had a hint of the same insisting tone as C.C.’s had, when she’d been on the phone. “We’re family now; there are no expectations or judgements here.”“I’d prefer it if you still call me Professor Babcock, actually,” Noel piped up, coming to stand by Niles. When the butler’s face began to denote one of confusion, he gave him a good-natured back-handed slap on the arm, grinning. “Gotcha! Of course you can call me Noel!”Niles began to take on the same grin that his brother-in-law was wearing, feeling much more relaxed than before because now at least three people at the table wouldn’t be against him, and they all took their seats. Conversation flowed smoothly and quickly between the party of four. Stewart had ordered champagne, but C.C. had refused a glass, so to make it seem less suspicious (and to give his wife time before they eventually came to the big announcement), Niles also politely declined one, stating that they were both on something of a health kick. The Babcock men seemed to take this explanation, and were quite happy to drink it by themselves.“A little pick-me-up before the put-me-down arrives,” Stewart had told Niles quietly and with a smirk.Speaking of the Devil, C.C. and Noel both looked round at the same time, having heard some light commotion at the door; a woman’s voice, and the clattering of heels.There she was – B.B. Babcock. Not tall, like her children, but still carrying a presence about her that made her look above everyone else in the room. Golden hair that seemed to be turning silver, and the sharpest pair of blue eyes that Niles had ever seen.And they were fixed right on the table, as the family rose to greet her.“C.C., darling!” the older socialite cried, coming to give kisses to the space beside each of C.C.’s cheeks.“Hello, Mummy,” C.C. returned the gesture. “How are you?”“Fine for now,” B.B.’s eyes scanned past her daughter, to Stewart and Noel, and then at last to Niles. “I trust that both you father and brother have introduced themselves to your…husband?”The last word was dripping with disgust and contempt, and Niles felt something kickstart inside him. It was like an instinct, or a defence mechanism, and he didn’t know if he could control it. But if he had a chance at the woman at least tolerating him, he had to try.But Stewart cut in first, “That he has, B.B., and I must say, Niles is quite the gentleman, especially for our C.C., and has the most fascinating stories-”“I’m sure he does,” B.B. interrupted coolly. “Life below stairs must have its interesting points, after all.”“As, I’m sure, does your life upstairs,” Niles suddenly blurted out, wondering where the confidence to say it had come from. He’d been wanting to make a good impression and now she already had ammunition against him!He looked around at all of the others – Noel and Stewart looked more than faintly amused, and C.C.’s expression was unreadable, even to him. Even B.B. herself looked shocked.But no one spoke up, at least not about that. C.C. suddenly and loudly suggested that they all retook their seats to continue reading the menus, which they hadn’t yet ordered from because of B.B.’s fashionable lateness. The conversation at the table wasn’t the same after B.B.’s arrival. The socialite had commandeered most of it since she’d come in, and Niles could tell that C.C. was nervous. Probably because they’d had their appetisers and the main course had just arrived, and they hadn’t had the chance to even look over at one another and decide that now was the time to tell her family that they were having a baby. Or because the longer they sat there, the closer they were getting to a time when they’d have to tell them.He’d been discreetly holding her hand under the table for a while now, squeezing it every now and then to provide some reassurance. He knew that it was only a matter of time before B.B. addressed him. He didn’t know what she’d say, but he knew it probably wouldn’t be good.It came sooner than he thought, “So…Niles, was it?”“Yes, Mrs Babcock,” he nodded in reply.“Tell me, Niles; what made you think you were good enough to marry my daughter?”Noel coughed into his champagne, having just taken a sip, and Stewart lowered his cutlery, no longer interested in the steak he had on his fork.C.C. leaned over, towards her mother, “Mummy, I-”B.B. held up a hand, and there was silence across the table, until Niles spoke up, prepared for the rudeness but shocked by such a bold question all the same.“I…I’m sorry?”“What made you think a servant, such as yourself, had any place asking my daughter, a woman of the highest class and breeding, for her hand in marriage?” B.B. appeared to stare down her nose at him. “Was it your ability to cook which you thought would attract her? Your ability to dust down a shelf? Or perhaps your somewhat questionable wit, which seems to be the only material quality you possess?”Niles was about to argue back, and so it seemed Stewart and Noel were about to jump to his defence, too, but C.C. got their first.“I married him for love, Mummy,” she snapped. “Yes, Niles is a servant, but I looked beyond his job to see what kind of man he is, even if you refuse to do that! He is witty, even if you’re not listening, and he’s charming, and kind, and intelligent, and a whole host of other things that you can’t see simply because you can’t get past the fact that your daughter chose to marry a butler for love and not some rich nobody for material wealth!”C.C. was yelling by this stage, and half the restaurant had turned to look. Niles didn’t fully care, though. He was too immersed in his love for his wife, and for how grateful he was that she was sticking up for him like this.B.B. rose threateningly to her feet, “Better a Babcock with material wealth and no love than some no-name destitute with no future!”“I have a future, Mummy, and I already know it will be a thousand times better than my past,” C.C. had risen to her own feet as well, and was glaring at her mother, but turned briefly to look at her father and brother as well as she grasped for Niles’ hand. “In fact, I think it’s about time we shared some news with you all.”Niles took her hand, and got to his feet. C.C. was preparing to announce it. Here went nothing…“You’re pregnant, I knew it!” Noel shouted out joyfully. He must have been suspicious when C.C. refused the champagne.C.C. let out an irritated sigh, “Yes, Noel, I am. And I’d have liked it very much if we’d been the ones to say so, but there you have it!”Stewart let out a cry of joy similar to his son’s, and the two men joined the others on their feet, apparently prepared to congratulate them. But B.B. just gaped.“You…pregnant?!” she screeched, pointing at Niles. “He…that servant…got you pregnant?!”“My husband the servant got me pregnant, yes, Mummy,” C.C. folded over her arms. “Isn’t that what some married couples do? Have children?”“When they are perfectly matched, yes!” B.B. was fuming. “If you’d stuck it out a little longer and not given in to false charm clearly meant to con you out of your money, you could be having the child of a Senator, or an influential businessman-”By this stage, Niles was sick of it. Sick of everything B.B. had said for the entire time they’d been there, sick of her insults and put-downs to everyone at the table, sick of the fact that she just couldn’t accept that people thought differently to her. Sick of it all.So sick, he no longer cared about making any kind of impression. He knew his wife would sooner give up her own mother than him – this entire conversation had made that clear. “But she isn’t,” he barked. “Whether you like it or not, Mrs Babcock, and whether you can see it or not, I love your daughter. I love her with all my heart, and nothing would have deterred me from asking her to marry me. I don’t know if you know this, but I asked her more than once. She turned me down four times in a row! Any sane and reasonable man would have given in by then, but I didn’t because love doesn’t make us sane and reasonable people. It makes us do things we never thought possible, like pulling elevator doors open with your bare hands because the woman you know you’re supposed to be with just made you the happiest man on Earth. I don’t care about the money, she can keep it all as far as I’m concerned; all I want and need is the honour of calling her my wife, and the mother of my child. And, maybe someday, children. It’s C.C.’s choice entirely what we do and where we go. I’m happy no matter what, as long as she is. And if you don’t like that, then maybe you should go back to your upstairs world and leave us be!”B.B. stared at him, astounded by the speech he’d just yelled in her face. Niles waited for the fallout, feeling C.C. grip his hand tighter and chance a smile in his direction. He was lucky to have her, and she was probably grateful for him stepping up like that and defending her as well.“In all my years,” B.B. began, her voice sounding low and dangerous, “I have never, never been spoken to like that by…anyone! Let alone a servant!”“I’m not a servant to you, I am your son-in-law!” Niles continued his argument. “Luckily for you, you won’t have to see us, though. Considering we’re moving to California, the sunlight should be sufficient to keep you away. Though we’ll leave a window open at night if you do decide you want to visit and your bat form gets you there fast enough.”Outraged, B.B. picked up her bag, which she’d left on the table, “How dare you both suggest such a thing, and assume that I would want to be anywhere near your servant’s hovel! As far as I am concerned, I only have two children now. The pair of you will receive nothing from me!”“We never asked,” C.C. said firmly. “And if that’s the way it has to be, then so be it. I’d rather my child grew up without a grandmother than with one who thought they were worth nothing because of their father’s profession.”B.B. let out a noise which sounded like an angry huff, and she turned to her ex-husband and her son.“Don’t the pair of you have anything to say about the way I am being treated by C.C. and this dogsbody?”Noel shrugged, “They are both grown adults. This isn’t really my place to step in, Mummy. Sorry.”B.B. scowled, “And you, Stewart?”A slow smile crept across the older man’s face. He leaned in a little, and gave a tiny wave of his fingers.“Don’t let the door hit you on your way out, B.B..”Without saying anything else, but sending hateful glares to everyone at the table, B.B. turned on her heel and stormed out, snatching her coat from the people in charge of the coatroom as she left.Everybody retook their seats, allowing the atmosphere in the silent restaurant to now go back to normal before they breathed out sighs of relief.“Well, you certainly made quite the impression there, Niles,” Noel grinned. “I can’t wait for the next family reunion! Uncle James could use some fun made at his expense.”“I’m sure that everything about this family is going to be turned upside down from now on,” Stewart picked up his glass, preparing to toast. “And I, for one, am looking forward to it. Welcome to the family, Niles. Those of us who are sane are happy to have you.”Chuckling under his breath and grinning at his wife (who returned the look), Niles picked up his own glass, “And I am the luckiest man on Earth to be able to be a part of it.”With a unanimous response of “Cheers”, they all settled back into their meal, and Niles shared a tender smile with C.C.. He’d quite honestly worried for nothing, and he felt oddly good after throwing a few insults B.B.’s way.And if there were any more relatives of C.C.’s that were like her mother, then that family reunion Noel mentioned sounded more than interesting…

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