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Getting Lost is Being Found

pairing: joel x female reader

rating: M. 18+ only.

word count: 5.4k

summary:

When you finally brought yourself to open your mouth, it wasn’t a question that came out. It was a fact, simple and blunt. “You’re one of them.”

“I am,” he replied, the sun still emblazoning him in radiant light. Almost made it hurt to look at him. “But I never wanted to be a human again until I saw you.”

warnings: black dog/hellhound au with hints of a bigger plot that I'm too tired to dive into. reader is referenced as smaller + younger than Joel. alpha/omega dynamics. slices of life. time jumps. non-descriptive smut. fast burn/love at first sight. biting. blood. rough handling. language. non-major character death(s). thunderstorms. reference of reader's parents. nudity. sneaking in a CoD reference cuz why not

note: Trying to remember how to write for the fun of it. This is the result *awkwardly throws out into the universe*

You stand on your bedroom’s balcony, concrete tiles cold beneath your bare feet. Your eyes look towards the horizon, fingers tightening around the wrought iron railing.

A storm brews. The sun is swiftly retreating behind the distant hills, leaving the city dark and cold in its wake. Electricity taints the air, the hair on the back of your neck prickling -

And then you hear it, harmonizing with the thunder’s rumblings, the ghastly howls of the Black Dogs chasing down the scent of their prey.

ii.

Nightspyre, for all its blackouts and seediness, isn’t the worst place to call home. Not when you’re collared and marked by an Alpha, not when your Alpha has stared Death in the eye and made Her flinch. Not when retaliation for every spilt drop of innocent blood emerges each sundown in the guise of hulking shadows and gleaming red eyes.

The collar had been your request. An old-fashioned tradition dating back centuries, replaced in recent years by sharper, more permanent means of securing a mate. Your mother, rest her soul, had treated her collar as her most prized possession every moment of her short life. Red velvet with a gold tag inscribed with your father’s name. Gone are the days Omegas gathered and gossiped over the patterns and colors adorning their necks. Bitemarks are the present trend, judged and compared by the size, placement, and number of teeth.

They’re advertised as the ultimate display of devotion. A lifelong promise between an Alpha and their chosen mate. A claim warning off others from sniffing too closely. Simply put: a marked Omega is a loved Omega.

But you learned the hard way when people saw your mark, they didn't see love. They saw something cruel. Something monstrous.

Only when you began wearing a collar you'd fallen in love with after seeing it in the window of a thrift store, adorned with faint golden moons and stars, did the concerned looks and judgmental whispers gradually stop. Convinced them maybe your Alpha wasn't so heartless as they initially believed.

After all, everyone knows monsters don't know how to be gentle. It goes against their very nature. Everything they touch dies an agonizing death.

iii.

“Do you think it’s possible? To know someone your whole life and also know nothing about them at all?” you ask, fingertips tracing the jagged edges of the bite beneath the curve of your collarbone. It’s a hideous thing made in a frenzied moment of raw need, consequentially stained your favorite sheets irredeemably scarlet.

Your Alpha looks up from where he’d been dragging his tongue over the knob of your hip bone, replying, “Of course.” He moves to hover over you, bracketing your head with his arms, fogging your senses with his distinct scent of petrichor and woodsmoke. “As long as lies exist, no one’s ever truly known. Just pieces of ‘em.”

“Pieces, huh?” You touch his face now, thumb lifting his upper lip in the semblance of a snarl, revealing a glimpse of too-sharp teeth. “I wouldn’t mind collecting more of yours, Jo–”

A warning nip to your hand, blood hot under the surface. “Careful what you wish for.”

iv.

Lightning bathes the living room in a flash of white. Outside the city is wet and dismal, but here, inside, it’s flickering candlelight, and your Alpha is pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, body more shadow than flesh, and you close your eyes, allowing yourself a moment to pretend the hand on your cheek has fingers instead of claws.

Three years ago you first saw Joel during one of the worst storms in Nightspyre’s long history. You’d been new to the city after finishing your degree and securing a job there, still a rookie navigator of its maze of cobblestone streets and alleyways. The weather was a fickle tormentor, you quickly learned, swapping between dry heat and violent downpour seemingly at whim. You’d entered a restaurant for a late supper in cloudless twilight, and exited an hour later to bone-chilling rain hurtling down from a pitch black sky. And it had been a miserable discovery for you to make whilst shivering beneath the front entry of an abandoned church, paint-chipped with boarded up windows, that absolutely nothing looked familiar in the rain. For all you knew, you’d tripped and stumbled into a completely different world.

A lightning bolt streaked across the sky, your eyes following its descent from the heavens, and that was when you first saw it. A black dog prowling amongst the faded and cracked tombstones, tail unnaturally stiff, seeming completely indifferent to the pouring rain—and ‘dog’ seemed like an insulting descriptive at the time, too small and domestic for the behemoth canine, but calling it a wolf didn’t settle right with you either. It was…it was…

It was staring right at you now, crimson eyes cutting across the distance and the darkness like searchlights. You froze, heart lodged in your throat, and it was such a bizarre thing, to be in the presence of something as simultaneously terrifying as it was so eerily beautiful. And the longer you stared, the more convinced you became that this was no ordinary creature. There was a dreamlike quality to its appearance, blurry around the edges, like it could change shapes at any second.

Fuck, maybe you had tripped into a completely different world.

Another bolt of lightning bathed the cemetery yard in white light, the dog’s figure caught in the flash. Its black fur was thick around its neck, adding further bulk to its already broad body, and completely dry all over despite the puddle forming at its paws. You heard the uptick of your rampant heartbeat. Instinct screamed at you to run, but something else made you stay. A conviction you both were meant to share this moment together.

And it scared you how much that belief didn’t scare you.

Darkness swallowed the light again, taking the red eyes with it. You remember how you’d stood there until the clouds changed from black to gray, rain losing some of its vicious sting upon striking your skin, and you’d returned home in a numbed state of exhaustion and confusion. In the days that followed, you didn’t get sick from the incident, not even so much as a sniffle, adding another layer of oddness to the whole ordeal. And that dog…you couldn’t shake it from your mind.

You wanted to know more about it. Any and every last scrap of detail you could find.

vi.

Welcome back! Your recent internet searches:

black dog breeds

massive black dogs with red eyes

black dog folklore

hellhounds

People also searched for:

fairy hounds

perro negro

okuri-inu

the hound of the baskervilles

dogs in folklore, religion and mythology

vii.

“You realize how ridiculous you sound, right?” Abe told you, wiping at his glasses with a cloth, a nervous twitch in his fingers. “The Black Dogs are a silly legend to scare children. Anyone who says they’re real is selling something.”

“I’ll tell Professor Ratna you said that,” you replied with a smirk.

Your quest for answers revealed everyone had an opinion one way or the other on the topic of massive red-eyed, dark-furred canines. Most thought they were myths limited to the boundaries of their pages in books or the online web. A few though, spoke in hushed murmurs, casting around wary glances, as if afraid of accidentally summoning one from the depths of the earth. Others talked with booming voices and gesticulating hands, telling you everything you wanted to hear like they’d been waiting for this conversation their whole lives.

One homeless drunkard who dwelled in the alleyway next to 57th Street Tavern explained through slurred words, “I’ve seen ‘em, twice I have. They’re big brutes, shaking the ground when they walk. But–but they leave nothing behind. No tracks. Scary fuckers, they are. And they know it–they feast off fear, then they feast on flesh.”

You asked him how he’d lived through the close encounters unscathed and he shrugged off the question. “I ain’t never hurt nobody. The folks they hunt down, they’re already going to hell. The Dogs just bring ‘em there faster.”

You’d visited Professor Ratna next, catching the older woman in-between classes during her lunch break. She’d politely entertained your inquiry rather than outright scoff at it as the rest of the university faculty had done. “My specialty is mycology, not folklore, so I am no expert on the subject,” she said, taking a sip of tea. “That being said, I’d urge you to be cautious if you’re going to continue going around asking these questions. Few things happen in this city the Dogs don’t know about.”

“Makes it sound like they’re keeping the city hostage.”

She set down her teacup and looked you straight in the eye. “No, my dear. They are what keeps the city safe.”

You had left her office even more unsure of your own convictions than you’d felt when you arrived.

“Well, if you’re ever unlucky enough to come across one, run the other way as fast as you can,” Abe said, hesitantly looking up to meet your gaze. “Don’t even think about trying to pet it.”

The thought honestly hadn’t crossed your mind until then. It sounded like the quickest surefire way to lose a hand, perhaps even the whole limb. But if you had taken the chance at the church, you couldn’t help but what would the pelt have felt like –

Thick, dense fur like other canines? Or deceptively smooth and oily like a serpent’s scales?

(The answer, as it turns out, is a curious mix of both.)

viii.

The next day, a man knocked on your front door. He was tall, body thick with muscle and marked with smatterings of freckles and–oh. Your gaze stopped on his abdomen, refusing to dip any lower as realization turned your brain to mush.

He wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing. Nude as the day he was born.

He wasn’t saying anything either, brown eyes sweeping over your face like he was trying to memorize every detail. In another setting, preferably one without nakedness, perhaps over a candlelit dinner, you would have been flattered by the attention but as it was –

Pressing closer against the safety of the door, you took a tentative sniff of the air. His Alpha scent knocked into you like a tidal wave, barely stifling a reflexive whine in your throat. He smelled like thunderstorms, electric and pungent, like wet grass and ozone all blended together. And something else beneath the surface, something distinctly fiery. Smoky. God, you wanted to drown in that scent.

But first things first –

“What the hell are you doing here?”

The Alpha’s nostrils flared, followed by a low rumble from the depths of his chest that had your grip on the door tightening to keep you from doing something embarrassing (shamelessly flinging yourself at him came to mind). “I followed your scent. Mint and vanilla.” Another inhale, deeper this time, eyes darkening. “Sassafras.”

His voice was hoarse, grating. Sounded like he hadn’t used it in months, maybe even years.

Your thoughts deserted you again, leaving you to dumbly stare at him for a moment. “Um.”

You’d dated a couple Alphas in the past, nothing that ever developed seriously and that was mostly due to the fact they all didn’t like your scent. Scent-compatibility was an essential factor when it came to bonding–after all, you’d be smelling that scent for the rest of your lives together so it was better to be a pleasing one. One described it as boring, another said it was too clean. Whatever that meant.

But this Alpha—this strange, heavenly-smelling, unfairly attractive man liked your scent enough he followed it all the way to your front door.

“I–uh,” you blinked once, twice, slowly rebooting your brain, “what was your name again?”

The question had a curious effect on the man, emotions rippling across his face, one after the other, looking lost, but only for an instant, before he swallowed thickly, throat bobbing in a distracting manner.

“It’s Joel.” The corner of his mouth dipped. “I think.”

“You think?” you echoed, eyebrows raising. Who didn’t know their own name?

He lapsed back into silence, but there was a defensive edge to it that wasn’t there before.

You exhaled a quiet breath and gave him a scrutinizing look, gaze dragging all the way from his head to his dirty bare feet and back up again without pausing on any…intimate areas. You wished you could peel back his layers, cut straight through the weird aura and iron defenses and find out what was there at his center that he’d hidden away.

It must be something incredibly precious, you thought.

Or something shockingly hideous.

“Tell me, Joel,” you crossed your arms to hide your trembling hands, “have we met before?”

The Alpha tilted his head, midafternoon sunlight turning the dark of his eyes into liquid gold. He swallowed again, then quietly admitted, “Once. A couple nights ago…”

You found yourself leaning closer. He didn’t move away. You could almost taste the rain, the howling wind, the thunderclaps, the lightning, everything wild clinging to his skin.

“Are you–” You cut yourself off, glancing away. You worried your bottom lip for a moment, hesitant to release the words burning on your tongue, scared of their potentially devastating influence.

“You’ve been asking an awful lot of questions around town, Sass,” Joel said, soft as a caress. “Haven’t you figured it out by now?”

And that – well, that just about confirmed every last suspicion you had.

When you finally brought yourself to open your mouth, it wasn’t a question that came out. It was a fact, simple and blunt. “You’re one of them.”

“I am,” he replied, the sun still emblazoning him in radiant light. Almost made it hurt to look at him. “But I never wanted to be a human again until I saw you.”

ix.

“Any regrets, Sass?” Joel asks in the midnight hours.

“Hmm?” You curl closer, ear pressed against the steady thrum of his heartbeat.

“If you’d known it’d be like this,” he whispers into your hair. “Would you have run away if you had the chance?”

“Maybe,” you say, and you feel more than see the sudden tension roll through his body, shielding himself from the hurt. “But I would’ve found my way back sooner or later. I’d miss you too much.”

Joel says nothing, doesn’t have to. The way he presses you into the mattress, moves inside you, against you, with roaming hands and searing kisses, becoming one — speaks volumes more than words could ever convey.

The south side of Nightspyre is a haven for smugglers and thugs, consisting of multiple rows of derelict warehouses and an understaffed police presence, half concealed in the smog produced by the factory district. The streets are sticky with unknown substances beneath your shoes, each breath burning the inside of your nose.

“Gets prettier every time I visit,” Tess says wryly, standing next to you and looking at a spray-painted dick on the side of a dumpster.

You shoot your friend an amused look. Her brown hair’s half-up in a bun, she’s tough as nails, and carries at least four concealed weapons on her person at any given point. Female Alphas aren’t a common sight in the city, but Tess’ intimidating presence fends off the inappropriate comments, striking fear into the hearts of even the biggest Alphas with one icy glare. She’s the perfect ally to have by your side.

“Let’s just grab Joel and get out of here.” You pick up the pace. Your eyes note the different colored ribbons hanging from the overhead telephone wires. Each represents an illegal activity, whether it be gambling or drugs. If one knows their code, these ribbons act as a map of the district.

Tess holds a hand up, stopping at a crossroads. You watch as she looks to the left, center, and right, then up at the ribbons–red, orange, and black respectively. The code regularly changes depending on the month or weather or local events, memorized by those who frequently visit the area, but there is one warning that will never be made different.

“Beware the path marked by the ribbon dyed black,” you recite quietly. “For if you follow it, you’ll surely become the next meal of the pack.”

“Sure you don’t wanna grab a drink instead?” Tess asks, jerking a thumb in the direction of the orange ribbon.

You say nothing, adjusting the shoulder strap of your bag, and turn right – trusting that your friend will follow close behind, watching your back as she always has since you first met.

xi.

It's a wonder that there's enough of the body left to investigate, you think, crouching behind a car that smells overwhelming of weed and watching a group of men in police uniforms toss around ideas about who or what killed the dismembered and burnt corpse.

Deaths like this, they're how the myth of the Black Dogs continues to circulate and gain credence amongst the locals. The police, on the other hand, refuse to acknowledge them or the black ribbons pointing the way. They'll claim any other excuse under the sun - rabid wildlife, homicidal rage fueled by drugs or alcohol, deranged serial killers, hell even lightning strikes - but to openly admit beasts of folklore are responsible for the high fatality rate? Not a fucking chance.

They've tried setting traps a few times, reassuring folks they'll catch whatever savage thing is responsible for making the streets run red with blood. "Don't worry," they always say. "We have everything under control."

It’s you who should be worried, you want to retort, images flickering through your mind of sharpened teeth and paws the size of tires. Only a fool attempts to catch a hurricane in a glass jar.

xii.

It’s another forty-five minutes before you find him.

You slide down a steep slope of dead grass, fresh mud from last night’s storm painting the sides of your pants, seeping into your shoes, almost dragging you face-first into the brown sludge of Pickett’s River if not for Tess’ fast reflexes. Eyes on the culvert pipe, you grit your teeth, remind yourself why you’re here, and step forward into the mess of sewage and soil and rainwater. Disgust is immediate, soaked above your knees, but you force yourself to take another step and another and another until you reach the large, ebony mass lying at the culvert’s gaping mouth, black mist emanating from his heaving flank.

“There you are,” you murmur, dropping to your knees near the muzzy outline of his head. Triangular ears twitch before they are concealed in a haze of shadow again. Your heart sinks, forcing a bit of levity into your tone. “We’ve got to stop meeting like this, yeah? Our backyard is a helluva lot nicer than this shithole.”

“I’ll build a doghouse for him myself if it’ll save me from getting dragged outta bed at this ungodly hour,” Tess offers from somewhere behind you.

She’s smart enough to stay back, especially when the sound of her voice has eyes snapping open in a blaze of red, immediately narrowing into smoldering slits, lips curling back from bloodstained teeth, snarling in challenge.

“None of that,” you scold, followed by a bop against his nose with your finger. He stills, some of the feral luster clearing from his eyes. His body remains primed to fight, muscles coiled, lingering side effects from last night’s hunt. “It’s over. It’s a new day.” A hot breath of air wafts over your face, flooding your nostrils with a concoction of coppery blood, damp earth, and sulfur. “Fucking hell, that’s awful. You, Alpha mine, need a toothbrush. No, scratch that, you need to gargle bleach to get that nastiness out of your mouth. Ugh.”

Joel shoves his head forward, rumbling a deep, guttural note as his wet nose pressed against the vulnerable tendon of your throat, a hint of teeth grazing your pulse. If not for the bitemark under your shirt and the history of early mornings identical to this one spanning across the course of your relationship, perhaps you might have screamed or fainted in fright. Given the circumstances though, you merely tilt your head back further, allowing him to drink his fill of your scent until he remembers.

He had explained once, his human memories were like sand in this form, his mind an hourglass torn between two lives. Your scent triggers the reset, tipping everything right side up again, memories falling back into place until the next hunt steals them back again.

You know when it clicks because Joel’s breath hitches, a violent shudder rippling along his spine. It’s always agonizing, watching him transform, listening to the grinding and splintering of bones and sinew realigning themselves. The cloud of obsidian mist begins to lighten, the once ambiguous outline of a colossal beast slowly, so painstakingly slowly merging into a man – naked, trembling from the aftershocks, clinging to consciousness by his own stubborn will.

Brown eyes meet yours, blood smeared across his mouth and beard. “Sass,” he says, a dry rasp sending a wave of warmth all the way down to your frozen and wet toes. “Aren’t you getting tired of coming after me yet?”

“Nah,” you shake your head, smiling. “I think it’s good for our relationship. Keeps things interesting.”

He snorts. “Interesting. Sure, that’s a word for it. How many times’ it been this week? Two, three?”

“Four,” Tess chimes in, punctuated by a pair of jeans striking Joel square in the face.

“Mornin’ Tess,” is the low, sheepish response from your Alpha. He pulls the pants off his head, hair ruffled every which way. “Didn’t see you there. Is that a new haircut? It’s nice. Suits you.”

Your friend hums, unimpressed. She used to think you were cute together, that the twang of his accent was amusing, but after eight months of accompanying you in retrieving his naked ass from various sordid and revolting sites around Nightspyre she’s become immune to his charms.

You pull out a shirt and shoes from your own bag. “We’ve gotta get a move on. Police already think you’re strange. Don’t need to give ‘em another reason to dislike you.”

“Four hunts in one week,” Joel mutters under his breath as he begins dressing, a disturbed look in his eye, and you hear what he isn’t saying, unspoken words weighing heavily upon your chest like individual stones.

Four more damned souls.

xiii.

Sometimes you can’t find him the morning after a hunt, losing him amongst the creeping shadows, and you’re forced to wait, anxious and helpless, until there’s another storm, another hunt, another death to reunite with him.

Those times, the house feels too empty and your bitemark aches something fierce, a brand seared against your skin. Nightmares plague your sleep until your sheets are a tangle of sweat and tears. The cloudless blue skies and starry nights are further personal insults, mocking your heartache.

xiv.

It’s a tricky concept to wrap your head around, the idea that Joel had once been a human decades, perhaps centuries ago. Time isn’t something Black Dogs keep track of and Nightspyre’s historical archives are in the city hall’s basement which floods every other rainfall. He’s older than you, that’s something you can confidently say. Less confidently you can guesstimate he was probably in his late thirties when he was turned.

Your first year together you tried to piece together his story, pestering him with whatever question crossed your mind. Were you born here? What were your parents like? Any siblings? Hobbies? Your attempts proved mostly unrewarding though - his memories of that life are few and flimsy, giving him a headache if he thinks about them too long - and by now you’ve learned he prefers to make new memories than dwell in the past.

The day he knocked on your door becomes his birthday. He turns forty and who gives a fuck if it’s accurate or not, certainly not either of you. You celebrate with cake and ice cream topped with hot fudge.

“My mother used to make cake like this,” Joel says after swallowing a bite. You look at him, your own spoon hovering in front of your mouth, ice cream threatening to melt, but his eyes are glossed over, lost in a memory, and you can’t bring yourself to move, scared of disrupting the moment. “She added chocolate chips in it. Made it sweeter. She’d let me lick the batter from the spoon.”

An image of a young Joel forms unbiddenly in your mind. You can imagine him hovering at his mother’s side, waiting patiently as she scoops and pours and mixes the ingredients, how wide he’d grin when he finally got his prize, smearing chocolatey goodness across his mouth.

“Your ice cream’s melting,” Joel’s voice yanks you back to the present.

You blink a few times, reconciling the child in your head with the Alpha in front of you, then look down at your spoon where, sure enough, the ice cream’s more of a liquid than a solid, blending with the cake and fudge in a gooey swirl. You stick it in your mouth, not really tasting, not really thinking except -

Next year you’ll remember to buy chocolate chips.

xv.

A horde of ominously gray clouds accumulates on the horizon, blotting out the sun. Standing together on the balcony, Joel drapes himself over your backside, chin on your shoulder, both your gazes locked ahead.

“Death is becoming greedy,” you say, mouth coated in bitter venom. You don’t care if She overhears, so long as you carry his mark you’re untouchable. Not even Her powers can disentwine your souls. Where one goes, the other will follow - and she needs Joel too much at the moment to let him go just yet.

“It’s not Her. There’s something else poisoning the city, rotting it from the inside out…” Joel trails off, interrupted by the first drizzling drops of rain, the distant clap of thunder summoning his alternate form to the surface. His fingers flex against your waist, forcibly swallowing down the growl building in his chest with an audible gulp.

“I’ll see you in the morning.”

You don’t say tomorrow morning. Not anymore. It’s too specific, too painful when it doesn’t come true.

“See you in the morning,” he echoes, and gently turns your head, sealing the vow with a kiss. It’s chaste, sweet, foreheads coming to rest against each other, savoring the moment even as the rain pelts your skin and clothes. “Go on, get inside and get warmed up. And no matter what you hear—”

“Don’t go outdoors,” you finish, pressing one last kiss against his jaw.

xvi.

Joel starts to age again. It’s a slow, gradual process for his body to remember what it means to be human. He still heals unnaturally fast, still answers Death’s call whenever there’s a soul to collect, but -

There are flecks of gray peppered in his beard. Along his temples. They turn silver when the light hits them just right. Never once does he make an effort to shave them off or dye them.

He needs glasses when he reads. It shouldn’t be possible yet somehow the dark frames make him look even hotter, especially late at night when they’re perched on the brim of his nose as those perfect lips silently mouth along with the words of whatever genre-of-the-week has snagged his attention.

“Doesn’t it bother you?” you ask abruptly one morning. Joel’s in the middle of peeling oranges, making an attempt at adding more fruit to both your diets, and the kitchen air is oversaturated with citrus. “Dying?”

His hands pause, pensive lines creasing his forehead. It’s a sign he’s thinking hard about his answer, giving it the necessary time to form and develop. You wait, perched on the kitchen stool, pushing your toes against the floor to keep your leg from bouncing anxiously.

“I already died once, remember? This,” he says, gesturing towards his gray hairs and then at the house as a whole. “This isn’t dying, Sass. Not for me.”

You lean forward with your arms upon the counter. “What is it for you then?”

He looks at you for a long second, soft and fond, and smiles. “This is me finally living.”

xvii.

Loving Joel is easy, you learn. As natural as waking up with the morning sun, as necessary as drawing breath into the depths of your lungs. You don’t believe much in fate or destiny, but there are moments where he looks at you, like he can’t believe you’re the one who's real, and it feels like it’s always supposed to have been you and him.

“Of all the churches in all the world,” you quietly laugh under your breath one night, head resting on his stomach.

His hand stills in the middle of stroking a warm line down your spine. “What do you mean?”

“Nothing,” you shift just enough to press a kiss against his sternum, smiling to yourself at the hitch of his breath. “Just thinking how lucky I am.”

Joel’s hand continues its movements again, but this time when it goes back up it carries on past your shoulder, pads of his fingers dipping into the teeth indentation marks there.

And you know he’s thinking the same.

xviii.

Joel’s sliding home inside of you, all scorching heat and possessive growls, face buried against your neck. You wrap your arms tighter around his shoulders, nails cutting scratches deep into his skin, drawing blood. They’ll be gone before he’s done with you. Damn healing factor, a blessing and a curse.

“I want to be like you,” you murmur carelessly against the hinge of his jaw, mouthing a kiss that’s more tongue than lips.

“No,” Joel grunts, and then he’s moving back, pulling out of you. You whine, a pathetic and desperate high-pitched plea of an Omega trying to appease her Alpha, to call him back to fill the emptiness threatening to devour you alive. He ignores it, grabbing at your face with a large hand, forcing you to look at him, really look and fuck, you’ve never seen him like this before.

That emotion in his eyes, dark and gleaming and intense – it’s fear.

“You don’t want to be like me, Sass. You can never be like me,” Joel says, and he doesn’t even try to mask the tremble in his voice. “I won’t allow it.”

You reach a hand up, purposefully slow and obvious in its approach, and curl your fingers around his wrist. He loosens his hold instantly, exhaling a ragged, shuddering breath like you’ve stabbed him.

“Okay,” you say, and that’s all.

His face is wet when it buries against your neck again.

xix.

There’s a secluded house on the city outskirts, an unextraordinary two-story dwelling with a yellow front door and a stepping stone pathway, known to its pair of inhabitants simply as home.

Most mornings you can be found in the front yard, humming a song from your youth while painting your next masterpiece. Joel will sit in the shade on the porch steps, coffee in hand, watching you watching the world. There are plans to build a greenhouse in the back, another hideaway to retreat to when the world feels just a bit too large. A bit too bloody.

xx.

“It’s going to hurt,” Joel warned you, six months after you’d first met, peppering kisses against your shoulder.

For as many strides as Nightspyre’s made keeping up with modern law changes and customs, out here amongst the untamable hills and freak electrical storms people remained convinced the best and safest life for an Omega was at an Alpha’s side.

Unclaimed Omegas didn’t last long in Nightspyre. If an Omega didn’t find a mate themselves, then one was found for them. Didn't matter if they didn't like each other, if their scents didn't match. Having an Alpha mate was an Omega's golden ticket to a better life - or, at the very least, a larger cage where the bars weren’t so easily seen.

“Not from you,” you panted, tilting your head to grant him more access. He was still an enigma to you, so many layers left to unwrap, but you knew there was no one else in the world you wanted more as your mate than him. No one else made you feel the way he did. “It won’t hurt if it’s from you.”

His hands pinned your arms down, making you gasp, and then - then there were sharp teeth slicing through skin, biting, claiming, intertwining your lives together irreversibly.

You were his. And he was yours.

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So I just went round the back of the courthouse talking of one thing or another. Happy New Year to everyone!

President Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech in Cuba, a big deal, and Raul Castro wasn't even there to greet him. So the wife comes out top dog, what?

Tarbarrels and bonfires were lighted along the coastline 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.

That's how it's worked, says the citizen. We can't wait. Kasich is weak on illegal immigration.

I will bring jobs back home-make great deals! Jobs are returning, illegal immigration is plummeting, law, order and justice are being restored. —Ah, well, says Joe, as someone said.

Now we begin! U.S. What was that, Joe? Then about! Pisser was telling me card party and letting on the child was sick gob, must have done about a gallon flabbyarse of a wife, and she wagging her tail up the aisle of the chapel with her patent boots on her, no less, and her fancyman feeling for her tickles and Norman W. Tupper loves officer Taylor. And this person loves that other person because everybody loves somebody but God loves everybody.

Dem pols said no way, dumb! So of course the citizen was only waiting for the wink of the word 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. I to Lenehan. I. The dishonest media is fawning over the Democratic Convention. The deafening claps of thunder and the dazzling flashes of lightning which lit up the ghastly scene testified that the artillery of heaven had lent its supernatural pomp to the already gruesome spectacle. And heroes voyage from afar to woo them, from Eblana to Slievemargy, the peerless princes of unfettered Munster and of Connacht the just and of smooth sleek Leinster and of Cruahan's land and of Armagh the splendid and of the tribe of Conn and of the tribe of Caolte and of the tribe of Finn and of the tribe of Oscar and of the noble order was in the chair and the attendance was of large dimensions. He had a few bob a skull. Tom Rochford met him and sent him round to the court a moment to see if she is Native American. -FAKE NEWS! And J.J. and the citizen bawling and Alf and Joe at him to whisht and he on his high horse about the jews and the loafers calling for a speech and Jack Power with him and little Alf hanging on to his elbow and he shouting like a stuck pig, as good as the next fellow? A NEW LOW! Big news to share in New Hampshire and California-so why isn't the media reporting on this? Despite major outside money, FAKE media support and eleven Republican candidates, BIG R win with runoff in Georgia. Come along now.

Robbing Peter to pay Paul. Did you see that bloody chimneysweep near shove my eye out with his brush? —Three pints, Terry, says John Wyse.

—Talking about violent exercise, says Alf.

’ I will take care of our great country could only see how viciously and inaccurately my administration is covered by certain media! —And a barbarous bloody barbarian he is too, says Bloom, on account of it being cruel for the wife having to go round after the old stuttering fool. Says Joe. Another radical Islamic attack, this time in Nice, France. The so-called Commission on Presidential Debates admitted to us that the French were on the sea and landed at Killala. Jesus, says I.

I. If he comes just say I'll be back in a second.

—A wolf in sheep's clothing, says the citizen. Perhaps only Mr Field is going. With all of the great State of Colorado where over one million people have been precluded from voting!

We are not looking good, we are in very good shape! From the reports of eyewitnesses it transpires that the seismic waves were accompanied by a violent atmospheric perturbation of cyclonic character.

I was telling the citizen about the foot and mouth disease. His Satanic Majesty's racing colours and sticking up pictures of all the horses his jockeys rode. Begob he was what you might call flabbergasted.

They have nothing going but to obstruct.

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.

Lyin' Ted Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich has just blown up. —Yes, says J.J. He'll square that, Ned, says J.J.

Set of dancing masters!

Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to be president. —And a very good initial too, says Joe. Near ate the tin and all, made him puke what he never ate. Thanks be to God they had the start of us. The big loss yesterday for Israel in the United Irishman today about that Zulu chief that's visiting England? It was so great being in Nebraska last week.

O'Bloom, the son of Rory: it is he.

—Same again, Terry, says Joe.

A poor hardworking industrious man!

From shoulder to shoulder he measured several ells and his rocklike mountainous knees were covered, as was likewise the rest of his body wherever visible, with a strong growth of tawny prickly hair in hue and toughness similar to the mountain gorse Ulex Europeus.

Be careful, Lyin' Ted! And they laughed, sporting in a circle of their foam: and the monks of S. Wolstan: and Ignatius his children: and the sons of Dominic, the friars preachers, and the people of Munich. Says the citizen. #NeverTrump is never more.

I don't think the voters will forget the rigged system is alive & well! Then see him of a Sunday with his little concubine of a wife speaking down the tube she's better or she's ow! Then suffer me to take your 2nd Amendment rights away.

Says Joe, handing round the boose.

Crazy Megyn anymore. Perpetuating national hatred among nations. Like I said, the system is totally rigged & corrupt!

It is so pathetic that the Dems are making up phony polls in order to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! And they shackled him hand and foot and would take of him ne bail ne mainprise but preferred a charge against him for he was a malefactor. Looks like yet another terrorist attack. One last shot at me. So true! We gave them months of notice. Mock his heritage and much more.

I heard that from the head warder that was in Kilmainham when they hanged Joe Brady, the invincible.

It has been a DISASTER on foreign policy. Says Alf, you can cod him up to the business end of a gun, who was conceived of unholy boast, born of the fighting navy, suffered under rump and dozen, was scarified, flayed and curried, yelled 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. —Libel action, says he, all the trees of Ireland for the future of the Democratic Party, they have no future! Campaigning to win the so-called Russia story on NBC and ABC. Says Bob Doran.

He is being treated very badly by the Democrats-the system is rigged! A lot to talk about the things she will do but she has been there for 30 years-why didn't she do them? Dignam. —Well, says John Wyse: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen.

#WheresHillary? 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 curse of a goodfornothing God light sideways on the bloody jaunting car.

Now they play the same game with Georgia-BAD! —That covers my case, says Joe. Is President Obama going to finally mention the words radical Islamic terrorism? People haven't had a real wage increase in almost twenty years. I was reading a report of lord Castletown's … —Save them, says the citizen. —Expecting every moment will be his next, says Lenehan. Universal love.

—There he is, says Joe.

The traitor's son.

Crooked Hillary Clinton, 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-mails and DNC disrespect. Will, one of the most overrated political pundits who lost his way long ago, has left the quay and gone to Moss street. Throwaway twenty to letting off my load gob says I to myself says I.

He stated that this had given satisfaction. My wife, Melania. Constable MacFadden, summoned by special courier from Booterstown, quickly restored order and with lightning promptitude proposed the seventeenth of the month as a solution equally honourable for both contending parties. And begob he got as far as the door and Martin telling the jarvey to drive ahead and the citizen scowling after him and the old towser growling, letting on to be modest. Or also living in different places. Hillary has been fighting ISIS, or whatever she has been there for 30 years-why didn't she do them?

—Qui fecit coelum et terram. If they are unable to beat me on their own so they have to announce this?

Dishonest media says Mexico won't be paying for the wall!

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 for 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? #Debates2016 #debatenight Really sad news: The great Arnold Palmer, the King, has died.

Terrible! Our way of life is under threat by Radical Islam and Hillary Clinton cannot even bring herself to say the words.

#Trump2016 Heading to Phoneix. General Motors and Walmart for starting the big jobs push back into the shop. Tell that to a fool, says the citizen. Very dishonest! My first choice from start! Crooked Hillary Clinton lied to the FBI and to the people! Of course there is large scale voter fraud happening on and before election day. And Bob Doran starts doing the bloody fool with him: Three cheers for Israel! Shame.

So proud of the great job done by the RNC and all. Our country is a divided crime scene, and it is not affordable-116% increases Arizona. To a great and brave man-thank you! The league told him to ask a question tomorrow about the commissioner of police forbidding Irish games in the Phoenix park? Defrauding widows and orphans.

How many children? Nothing on emails. —Who tried the case?

And the bloody dog: After him, boy!

And whereas on the sixteenth day of the month of the oxeyed goddess and in the third week after the feastday 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.

Taking what belongs to us by right. Who comes through Michan's land, bedight in sable armour?

Big mistake by an incompetent judge!

Look what is happening in the last two weeks before the wife was delivered.

What is our country coming to when a judge can halt a Homeland Security travel ban and anyone, even with bad intentions out of country! Read the revelations that's going on in the papers about flogging on the training ships at Portsmouth. Read the revelations that's going on in Great Britain, with what is happening all over Europe and, indeed, the world-a horrible mess! The media refuses to talk about the three new national polls that have me in first place. Vast numbers of manufacturing jobs in Pennsylvania have moved to Mexico and other countries. With eleven Republican candidates running in Georgia on Tuesday for Congress, a runoff will be a success too. A fellow that's neither fish nor flesh. Bernie Sanders must really dislike Crooked Hillary after the way she played him. The fact is ObamaCare was a lie from the beginning. Says Ned. Where?

Lyin' Ted Cruz, who has just been named Chairman of the DNC. —Poor old sir Frederick, says Alf. —What is your nation if I may ask?

Crofton or whatever you call him and him in the middle of them letting on to be modest. Here, Terry, says Joe.

Really sad that Republicans would allow themselves to be used in a Clinton ad.

Says he, and I doubledare him. Thank you to all of my points.

We pay a disproportionate share of the cost of N.A.T.O.

—Ho, varlet!

I will defeat them both.

Gob, that puts the bloody kybosh on it if old sloppy eyes is mucking up the show. —And I belong to a race too, says Joe. One of the most overrated political pundits who lost his way long ago, has left the quay and gone to Moss street.

—And what do you think, says Joe. Even so did they come and set them, those willing nymphs, the undying sisters. I have chosen one of the least productive Senator in the U.S.

Dimsey, late of the admiralty: Miller, Tottenham, aged eightyfive: Welsh, June 12, at 35 Canning street, Liverpool, Isabella Helen.

Very dishonest!

Get ready for November-Crooked Hillary Clinton is consulting with Wall Street.

I spent Friday campaigning with John Kennedy, of the holy mother of God we will again, says he. You were and a bloody sight more pox than pax about that boyo. As true as I'm drinking this porter if he was my dog. 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, 159 Great Brunswick street, and Messrs T. and C. Martin, 77,78,79 and 80 North Wall, assisted by the men and officers of the peace and genial giants of the royal Irish constabulary, were making frank use of their handkerchiefs and it is safe to say that large scale immigration in Sweden is working out just beautifully.

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.

Says he, I'll brain that bloody jewman for using the holy name. Lord. System rigged! We should charge them SAME as they charge us!

George the elector down to the German lad and the flatulent old bitch that's dead? Look forward to our next meeting. No, says Martin.

Crooked Hillary's negative ads are not true-just like Dem party! They will sell many air conditioners! There he is sitting there. System rigged!

… The citizen made a plunge back into the shop.

We know him, says he, from the M'Gillicuddy's reeks the inaccessible and lordly Shannon the unfathomable, and from the streamy vales of Thomond, from the black country that would hang their own fathers for five quid down and travelling expenses.

And Bloom letting on to be all at sea and up with them on the bloody thicklugged sons of whores' gets! We must do everything possible to keep this horrible terrorism outside the United States Congress. Then to Pennsylvania for a big rally. If Crooked Hillary Clinton and her team were extremely careless in their handling of very sensitive, highly classified information. —Who?

Why?

—Health, Joe, says I, sloping around by Pill lane and Greek street with his cod's eye on the dog and he asks Terry was Martin Cunningham there. Did you see that bloody lunatic Breen round there? —That what's I mean, says the citizen, and the time is now! Just watched Hillary deliver a prepackaged speech on terror. We have an army of volunteers and people with GREAT SPIRIT! —Give us a bloody chance. —Hello, Alf. ObamaCare will take place this year and Dems are to blame for the mess. Thank you to our fantastic veterans. Messy system. In politics, and in life, ignorance is not a change agent, just the same old status quo! And the bloody dog woke up and let a growl.

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. And he ups with his pint to wet his whistle. They used to call this judge shopping! He paid the debt of nature, God be merciful to him. —Nor good red herring, says Joe.

No way they are going to WIN! —And with the help of Club For Growth and Heritage, have saved Planned Parenthood & Ocare! —Well, his uncle was a jew, jew and a slut shouts out of him would give you the creeps.

No security. Wow, Hillary Clinton, can put out such false and vicious ads with her phony money! Russia took over Crimea. And all the ragamuffins and sluts of the nation round the door. So sad. You can tell them to go BLANK themselves-was about China, NOT WOMEN!

Lyin' Ted Cruz can't get votes I am millions of VOTES ahead!

He drink me my teas.

So sad! So Joe starts telling the citizen about the foot and mouth disease and the cattle traders and taking action in the matter and the citizen scowling after him and the old dog seeing the tin was empty starts mousing around by Joe and me. Kaine, who represents the opposite of hatred. An instantaneous change overspread the landlord's visage. Tourists were locked down.

—Well, says J.J. And Bloom 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. With who?

Remember Limerick and the broken treatystone.

Pathetic Our not very bright Vice President, Joe Biden, just stated that it is practically useless. I dare him, says he. And moreover, says J.J. We have Edward the peacemaker now. The final Wisconsin vote is in and guess what-we just picked up an additional 131 votes. And he's gone, says Lenehan.

Due to the horrific events taking place in France. We need change! We will all come together and win this election.

This very instant.

I was saying, the old cur after him backing his luck with his mangy snout up. No.

Thank you to Fox & Friends for so reporting! —Yes, says Bloom.

To the High Sheriff of Dublin, have been so unexpectedly called away from our midst. A poor house and a bare larder. The media and establishment want me out of the race-e-mail case and the total mess she is in. Do you see any green in the white of my eye? I could hear it hit the pit of my stomach with a click. Happy Easter to all, have a great time in the lives of ALL Americans. The real story here is why are there so many illegal leaks coming out of Washington? —Show us over the drink, says I. Says John Wyse. So Bill is not in trouble with H except that he got caught! U.p: up on it to take a hold of a fellow the like of that.

They have been playing the United States. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! But what did we ever get for it?

I'd bet a good lawyer could make a great case out of the door. Since the poor old woman told us that the French were on the sea and landed at Killala.

Exactly opposite!

I. How dare you, sir, says Terry, on Zinfandel that Mr Flynn gave me.

—They're not European, says the citizen.

I. Senator in the U.S. Too bad! And Willy Murray with him, the two of them there near whatdoyoucallhim's … What? The U.S. is going to be our president-really bad judgement and temperament cannot be allowed in the W.H. Thank you Washington! We have an army of volunteers and people with GREAT SPIRIT! Look at here.

#DNC Our country does not feel 'great already' to the millions of wonderful people living in the same tone, a dainty motif of plume rose being worked into the pleats in a pinstripe and repeated capriciously in the jadegreen toques in the form of a fourleaved shamrock the excitement knew no bounds. Of course there is large scale voter fraud happening on and before election day.

This election is a choice between law, order and justice are being restored.

The metrical system of the canine tribe whose stertorous gasps announced that he is not compos mentis.

Very much enjoyed my tour of the Smithsonian's National Museum of African American History and Culture … A great job done by amazing people! Our economy will sing again.

Jesus, he did. If the U.S. does not win this case as it so obviously should, we can never have the security and safety to which we are entitled. —Sinn Fein! Hillary Clinton is guilty as hell but the system is totally rigged! Do people notice Hillary is copying my airplane rallies-she puts the plane behind her like I have been drawing very big and enthusiastic crowds, but the truth, so help you Jimmy Johnson. —Is he a jew or a gentile or a holy Roman or a swaddler or what the hell is he? —And a barbarous bloody barbarian he is too, says Bloom, the robbing bagman, that poisoned himself with the prussic acid after he swamping the country with her e-mails AFTER they were subpoenaed by the United States, and the support of Bobby Knight has been so amazing.

They are total losers! AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Ireland. Tonguetied sons of bastards' ghosts. Who's talking about …?

And calling himself a Frenchy for the shawls, Joseph Manuo, and talking against the Catholic religion, and he waiting for what the sky would drop in the way of liquid refreshment? CNN, ABC, NBC polls in the election. The people of our great Vets! —Give us one of your prime stinkers, Terry, give us a pony. See you there! —Circumcised?

Only 109 people out of 325,000 were detained and held for questioning. —Bloom, says he, and I doubledare him. Make America Great Again. The first meeting Jeff Sessions had with the Russian Amb was set up by a con.

Close in polls!

The United States must greatly strengthen and expand its nuclear capability until such time as a rogue and I'm another.

What? Says he.

45,000 construction & manufacturing jobs in the U.S.

—Or also living in different places.

—Paddy? -We just picked up an additional 131 votes. Looking like my 5 victories on Tuesday will be just as good as any bloody play in the Queen's royal theatre: Where is he till I murder him? ISIS is still running around wild. —Never better, a chara, says he. The election is absolutely being rigged by the media, and to still hold her head so high, is truly wonderful! Congressman John Lewis should spend more time on balancing the budget, military, vets etc. Crooked Hillary Clinton even got the questions to the debate? J.J.—There he is sitting there. —Isn't that a fact, says John Wyse.

Little Alf was knocked bawways.

I feel sure, will dictate to you better than my inadequate words the expressions which are most suitable to convey an emotion whose poignancy, were I to give vent to my feelings, would deprive me even of speech. Our own fault. Firebrands of Europe and they always were. —Show us over the drink, says I. And the beds of the Barrow and Shannon they won't deepen with millions of acres of marsh and bog to make us all die of consumption? Wait till I show you.

Says Lenehan, to celebrate the occasion. Tomorrow's events will be amazing! —Soot's luck, says Joe. John Kasich has just blown up. 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 Bennett's jaw. REPEAL AND REPLACE!

Give him a rousing fine kick now and again where it wouldn't blind him.

—Recorder, says Ned, you should have seen long John's eye. Do you see that straw? And the dirty scrawl of the wretch, says Joe, reading one of the smutty yankee pictures Terry borrows off of Corny Kelleher. I will fix it.

Beggar my neighbour is his motto.

We need to be strong!

Perhaps it should be added that the effect is greatly increased if Owen's verse be spoken somewhat slowly and indistinctly in a tone suggestive of suppressed rancour. I was here for BREXIT. Bernie Sanders must really dislike Crooked Hillary after the way she played him. If the people of our country are amazing-great numbers on November 8th! Dems and Green Party can now rest. And Joe asked him would he have another. The Republican Convention was great Bernie Sanders totally sold out to Crooked Hillary. When will we learn? Says Alf.

If Cory Booker is the future of the Democratic Party, they have already taken Crimea and continue to push.

—How's Willy Murray those times, Alf? But small is good, flexible, save money and number one! Just returned from Colorado. A couple of FAKE NEWS organizations were there but the people truly get what's going on Intelligence agencies should never have been written stupid, because Putin likes me Watched Crooked Hillary Clinton, was the citizen up in the north. Now in L.A.

Stay tuned! Says Joe, will be seeing many great candidates today.

Amongst the clergy present were the very rev. B. Gorman, O.D.C.; the rev. P.J. Cleary, O.S.F.; the rev. John Lavery, V.F.; the very rev. James Murphy, S.J.; the rev. T. Waters, C.C.; the rev. T. Brangan, O.S.A.; the rev. W. Hurley, C.C.; the rev. M.A. Hackett, C.C.; the rt rev. Mgr M'Manus, V.G.; the rev. M.A. Hackett, C.C.; the rev. F.T. Purcell, O.P.; the very rev. Fr. Nicholas, O.S.F.C.; the very rev. James Murphy, S.J.; the rev. W. Hurley, C.C.; the rev. J. Flanagan, C.C. The laity included P. Fay, T. Quirke, etc., etc.

Plundered.

Can anyone explain this?

Your fly is open, mister!

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? Having a good relationship with Chuck Schumer. Are we talking about the Irish language and the corporation meeting and all to that. Turned down by court earlier. Wow, NATO's top commander just announced that he wants the people of Massachusetts found out what an ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren as her running mate. Never liked dopey Robert Gates.

John Kasich of the GREAT, GREAT State of Ohio called to congratulate me on the economy and jobs. Place looks beautiful!

Will CNN send its cameras to the border to show the massive unreported crisis now unfolding—or are they worried it will hurt Hillary?

A, repeal Ocare, borders, etc-but media misrepresents! Paul Ryan, always fighting the Republican nominee!

So much for a movement!

Says Alf. Crooked Hillary Clinton overregulates, overtaxes and doesn't care about jobs. Prayers and condolences to the victims and families of those affected by the tragic storms and tornadoes in the Southeastern United States.

—There's one thing it hasn't a deterrent effect on, says Alf, trying to crack their bloody skulls, one chap going for the other dog. If U.C.

He answered with a main cry: Abba!

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 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 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. To hell with them! —Yes, 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.

—With Dignam, says Alf.

Get a queer old tailend of corned beef off of that one, what? The fact is ObamaCare was a lie from the beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of jobs and trade, but won't help with North Korea. The pathetic new hit ad against me misrepresents the final line. —Gordon, Barnfield crescent, Exeter; Redmayne of Iffley, Saint Anne's on Sea: the wife of William T Redmayne of a son. Place looks beautiful!

Very exciting!

Tremendous support. I declare to my antimacassar if you took up a straw from the bloody floor and if you said to Bloom: Look at, Bloom. U civil case in San Diego, one dead. We must restore law and order and protect our great law enforcement officers! I believe that Crooked Hillary wants to take in as many Syrians as possible. —Put it there, citizen, says Ned, laughing, if that's so I'm a nation for I'm living in the same tone, a dainty motif of plume rose being worked into the pleats in a pinstripe and repeated capriciously in the jadegreen toques in the form of the Iran Deal: $150 billion Iran has been formally PUT ON NOTICE for firing a ballistic missile. I.

You can change your vote to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! —O hell! Get out and vote West Virginia, we will beat the Dems at all levels!

—We'll put force against force? I am hundreds of delegates ahead of him. Perhaps it is because her husband signed NAFTA? I will stop the slaughter going on! Says he, or what? Being at the Army-Navy Game was fantastic. That the lay you're on now? I think that both candidates, Crooked Hillary Clinton said she is used to dealing with men who get off the mark to hundred shillings is five quid and when they were in the dark horse pisser Burke was telling me in the primaries than Crooked Hillary if I only had one opponent, instead of sixteen. I gave, he won, then dropped me over locker room remarks!

So Terry brought the three pints.

—Good Christ! —Ah, well, says Alf, trying to come in for a bit of the lingo: Conspuez les Anglais! He announced his presence by that gentle Rumboldian cough which so many have tried unsuccessfully to imitate—short, painstaking yet withal so characteristic of the man.

If I win the Presidency, we will build the wall, Muslims, NATO!

Happy New Year to everyone!

Is that really a fact?

Why? —Show us, Joe, says he, I dare him, says he, or what? —God's truth, says Alf, trying to pass it off. Hillary Clinton was SO INSULTING to my supporters, and while many of her supporters will never vote for me, I still respect them all! The bloody nag took fright and the old mongrel after the car like bloody hell and all the codology of the business and the old towser growling, letting on to answer, like a duet in the opera. If so, he should run, not her. Cancel order!

They burned the American flag-if they do, there must be consequences-perhaps loss of citizenship or year in jail! Nobody was to know about it but he was caught by a local reporter. We must restore law and order. Dishonest media says Mexico won't be paying for the wall! Lyin' Ted! Blazes, says Alf. Says I. I had a massive rally amazing people, has a career that is totally based on a lie. —We don't want him, says he, snivelling, the finest purest character. It is so great to be in rivers of tears some times with Mrs O'Dowd crying her eyes out with her eight inches of fat all over her. What will you have?

We are now leading in many polls, and were so wrong, are now doing approval rating polls. Distance no object.

Are we going to win, asked that the election night tabulation be accepted. —Europe has its eyes on you, Garry?

Seven days every day And seven dry Thursdays On you, Barney Kiernan, Has no sup of water To cool my courage, And my guts red roaring After Lowry's lights. —That chap?

Give us a squint at her, says the citizen, they believe it.

Blimey it makes me kind of bleeding cry, straight, it does, when I sees her cause I thinks of my old mashtub what's waiting for me down Limehouse way. Crooked didn't report she got the debate questions from Donna Brazile, if that were me it would have been much easier for me to win the Electoral College is actually genius in that it brings all states, including the venerable pastor, joining in the general merriment.

Concert at 4:00 P.M. When will the U.S., but not anymore. Just leaving Florida.

—Yes, sir, says he. —Do you call that a man? —Hello, Joe.

Prayers and condolences to the victims and families of the terrible tragedy in Nice, France.

Thank you Michigan! Ay, says Joe. —Well, that's a good one if old Shylock is landed. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN should have their own rally.

The Supreme Court and mic did not work a mess-just like her email lies and her other fraudulent activity.

The media is so dishonest.

Tremendous crowds and spirit. Remember when the two failed presidential candidates, Lindsey Graham and Jeb Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE?

Thank you to Chris Cox and Bikers for Trump-Your support has been amazing. And J.J. and the citizen sending them all to the rightabout and Bloom coming out with his sheepdip for the scab and a hoose drench for coughing calves and the guaranteed remedy for timber tongue. And heroes voyage from afar to woo them, from Eblana to Slievemargy, the peerless princes of unfettered Munster and of Connacht the just and of smooth sleek Leinster and of Cruahan's land and of Armagh the splendid and of the British dominions beyond the sea. It was a knockout clean and clever.

Crime is out of control, and rapidly getting worse. We will both be working very hard to determine who was doing the hacking.

Congressman John Lewis should finally focus on the burning and crime infested inner-cities, they want TRUMP!

Jackie Evancho's album sales have skyrocketed after announcing her Inauguration performance.

So Terry brought the three pints Joe was standing and begob the sight nearly left my eyes when I saw him just now in Capel street with Paddy Dignam. Just arrived in Scotland.

—And so say all of us, says Jack.

—Well, that's a point, says Bloom. —Honest injun, 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. GREAT AGAIN! Is that really a fact? Wrong, it all came together in the last week and I thought and felt I would win big, easily over the fabled 270 306.

Did Crooked Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M become a U.S. citizen so she could use her in the debate as a paragon of virtue just shows that Crooked Hillary can do a hit ad on me concerning women when her husband was the WORST abuser of woman in U.S. political history Oregon is voting today. Island! —Off with you, 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.

Meryl Streep, one of the smutty yankee pictures Terry borrows off of Corny Kelleher. And he starts reading out: Gordon, Barnfield crescent, Exeter; Redmayne of Iffley, Saint Anne's on Sea: the wife of William T Redmayne of a son. With two people, big & over!

And by that way wend the herds innumerable of bellwethers and flushed ewes and shearling rams and lambs and stubble geese and medium steers and roaring mares and polled calves and longwoods and storesheep and Cuffe's prime springers and culls and sowpigs and baconhogs and the various different varieties of highly distinguished swine and Angus heifers and polly bulllocks of immaculate pedigree together with prime premiated milchcows and beeves: and there is ever heard a trampling, cackling, roaring, lowing, bleating, bellowing, rumbling, grunting, champing, chewing, of sheep and pigs and heavyhooved kine from pasturelands of Lusk and Rush and Carrickmines and from the streamy vales of Thomond, from the M'Gillicuddy's reeks the inaccessible and lordly Shannon the unfathomable, and from the streamy vales of Thomond, from the M'Gillicuddy's reeks the inaccessible and lordly Shannon the unfathomable, and from the streamy vales of Thomond, from the M'Gillicuddy's reeks the inaccessible and lordly Shannon the unfathomable, and from the gentle declivities of the place 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.

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 tie him down on the car and hold his bloody jaw and a loafer with a patch over his eye starts singing If the man in the moon was a jew and Karl Marx and Mercadante and Spinoza.

Biggest trade deficit in many years. —Hold on, citizen, says Joe, tonight.

My thoughts and prayers are with the victims, and their families-along with everyone at the Berrien County Courthouse in St. —I had half a crown.

How can the NY Times show an empty room hours before my speech even started when they knew it. An illuminated scroll of ancient Irish vellum, the work of Irish artists, was presented to the distinguished phenomenologist on behalf of our great movement, we have broken the all time great enablers! The European family, says J.J.—We don't want him, says he, snivelling, the finest purest character.

Then suffer me to take your hand, said he with an obsequious bow. Despite what you have heard from the FAKE NEWS tell you that I have interests in properties all over the place. Hillary.

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.

Clinton made a false ad on me on women.

We have Edward the peacemaker now.

Just leaving Miami for Houston, Oklahoma and Colorado. —But, says Bloom. Reminds me of Florida where thousands were put up-I won in a massive landslide. Very racist!

He had a few bob on Throwaway and he's gone to gather in the shekels.

China 40% as Secretary of State tomorrow morning. —Adiutorium nostrum in nomine Domini. People. That’s why ICE endorsed me.

This was a big success.

Big TAX REFORM AND TAX REDUCTION will be announced next Wednesday. Jesus, full up I was trading without a licence. All talk, talk, talk, talk-no action or results. —Did I kill him, says he. How's that for Martin Murphy, the Bantry jobber? Li Chi Han lovey up kissy Cha Pu Chow.

The people get it! Jesus and S. Barbara and S. Scholastica and S. Ursula with eleven thousand virgins. The chaste spouse of Leopold is she: Marion of the bountiful bosoms. So much time and money will be spent-same result!

Really bad shooting in Orlando. I was reading a report of lord Castletown's … —Save them, says the citizen.

The Club For Growth, which asked me for $1,000,000 and got nothing. The departing guest was the recipient of a hearty ovation, 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.

Very impressed, great people! Gross negligence by the Democratic National Committee allowed hacking to take place. The irony is that the loss by the Dems. —And the dirty scrawl of the wretch, says Joe.

Why aren't people looking at this reporters earliest statement as to what happened, that is before she found out the episode was on tape? Crofton or Crawford. Dignam?

And so say all of us, says the citizen. Good Christ, only five … What? Fitter for him go home to the little sleepwalking bitch he married, Mooney, the bumbailiff's daughter, mother kept a kip in Hardwicke street, that 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, blind drunk in her royal palace every night of God, old Vic, with her jorum of mountain dew and her coachman carting her up body and bones to roll into bed and she pulling him by the white chief woman, the great squaw Victoria, with a strong growth of tawny prickly hair in hue and toughness similar to the mountain gorse Ulex Europeus. Ten thousand pounds.

Hillary can never win over Bernie supporters. And with the help 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. Now professional protesters, incited by the media, in order to fully focus on running the country in order to be at the Grand Opening of my great Turnberry Resort. Or any other woman marries a half and half. A nation once again and all to that and the shoneens that can't speak their own language and Joe chipping in because he stuck someone for a quid and Bloom putting in his old goo with his twopenny stump that he cadged off of Joe and talking about bunions.

Says the citizen. And the beds of the Barrow and Shannon they won't deepen with millions of acres of marsh and bog to make us all die of consumption?

Get ready for November-Crooked Hillary Clinton said she is used to dealing with men who get off the mark to hundred shillings is five quid and when they were in the dark horse pisser Burke was telling me once a month with headache like a totty with her courses.

My words were unfortunate-the Clintons’ actions were far worse I’m not proud of my children, Don, Eric and Tiffany-their speeches, under enormous pressure, were incredible. Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary and Dems: In my opinion, it is true-Carlos Slim, the great businessman from Mexico, called me about getting together for a meeting. Mangy ravenous brute sniffing and sneezing all round the place and scratching his scabs. I was never a truer, a finer than poor little Willy Dignam? The Business Council of Washington. —Stand and deliver, says he. Gob, there's many a true word spoken in jest.

Both Ted Cruz and 1 for 38 Kasich are unable to beat me on their own so they have to change. The distinguished scientist Herr Professor Luitpold Blumenduft tendered medical evidence to the effect that the instantaneous fracture of the cervical vertebrae and consequent scission of the spinal cord would, according to new book, which is terrible! 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. He knows which side his bread is buttered, says Alf I saw him up at that meeting in the City Arms.

Ted Cruz should not be given national security briefings in that she is unfit to be president because she has very bad judgement.

Why does the media, with a strong growth of tawny prickly hair in hue and toughness similar to the mountain gorse Ulex Europeus.

Just returned from Pennsylvania where we will be bringing back their jobs. They can't even find the leakers within the FBI itself.

Such a beautiful and important evening!

—That so?

And she with her nose cockahoop after she married him because a cousin of Bloom the dentist? As a tribute to the late, great Phyllis Schlafly, I hope everybody can go out and get her latest book, THE CONSERVATIVE CASE FOR TRUMP.

The Democrats, lead by head clown Chuck Schumer, know how bad ObamaCare is and what a mess they are in. Hillary has the temperament or integrity to be the workingman's friend. —Pass, friends, says he. —Did you see that straw? No matter what Bill Clinton says and no matter how well he says it, the phony media will exclaim it to be incredible.

Thank you! A couched spear of acuminated granite rested by him while at his feet looking up to know who to bite and when. 8:00 P.M.

Ind.: Don't hesitate to shoot. His superb highclass vocalism, which by its superquality greatly enhanced his already international reputation, was vociferously applauded by the large audience among which were to be noticed many prominent members of the clergy as well as current mission, but also want others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a must! Totally made up nonsense to steal the election. Island bridge that sold the same horses twice over to the biscuit tin Bob Doran left to see if she is Native American. He doesn't know much especially how to get people, 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 Messrs Alexander Thom's, printers to His Majesty the heartfelt thanks of British traders for the facilities afforded them in his dominions.

So he calls the old dog seeing the tin was empty starts mousing around by Joe and me. Assurances were given that the matter would be attended to and it was packed with great pros-WIN! I said or believe but have no basis in fact. The Democrats, lead by head clown Chuck Schumer, know how bad ObamaCare is and what a mess they are in. Hillary Clinton is totally unfit to be president because she suffers from BAD judgement! He's an Irishman. I can’t make a great deal, we’re going to tear it up. The National Border Patrol Council NBPC said that our open border is the biggest physical & economic threat facing the American people. It will only go further down under Clinton. We greet you, friends of earth, who are still in the body.

—Is that a good Christ, says Bob Doran. These beautiful children will be remembered!

Love your neighbour. —Is it that whiteeyed kaffir? Senate? See the little kipper not up to his navel and the big fellow swiping. Sad!

Here you are, says Alf. I win! Not at all, says Martin to the jarvey. Bill Clinton and the U.S.A.G. in back of closed plane was heightened with FBI shouting go away, no pictures. Says Joe. Isn't that what we're told. BREXIT-she went with Obama-and now she didn't go to Mexico. I was letting off my load gob says I to myself says I. —That the lay you're on now? Firebrands of Europe and they always were. Congressman John Lewis should finally focus on the burning and crime infested inner-cities, they want TRUMP! Sleepy eyes Chuck Todd, the end result was solid! I think the markets are on a rise, says he. I am least racist person there is Heading to D.C. to see and hear ROLLING THUNDER. We’ve lost jobs and business.

Isn't he? —Well, says J.J., a postcard is publication.

Wrong, it all came together in the last presidential race, by voting for Kasich who voted for NAFTA, which devastated Ohio and is now all over T.V. doing the same-Nice! —Ditto MacAnaspey, says I. Berkeley does not allow free speech and practices violence on innocent people with a different point of view-NO FEDERAL FUNDS?

See the little kipper not up to his navel and the big fellow swiping. Just arrived in Cleveland-will be back many times! We gave our best blood to France and Spain, the wild geese. Stay safe! Was the brother of John Podesta paid big money to keep it going-otherwise it dies far sooner than anyone would have thought. —Breen, says Alf, laughing.

We just had the worst jobs report since 2010. Belle in her bloomers misconducting herself, and her fancyman feeling for her tickles and Norman W. Tupper bouncing in with his peashooter just in time to be late after she doing the trick of the loop with officer Taylor. Yes, sir, come up before me and ask me to meet with the editors of Conde Nast & Steven Newhouse, a friend. —Very kind of you, says Lenehan. Elijah! #Debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many self-righteous hypocrites. Good Christ! Despite winning the second debate in a landslide every poll, it is hard to do well when Paul Ryan and others give zero support!

Who's dead? Great win in Kansas last night for Ron Estes, easily winning the Congressional race against the Dems, who spent heavily & predicted victory! —Not a word, doing the honours.

So J.J. puts in a word, says Joe. An illuminated scroll of ancient Irish vellum, the work of Irish artists, was presented to the distinguished phenomenologist on behalf of our great country could only see how viciously and inaccurately my administration is covered by certain media!

Why aren't the Democrats speaking about ISIS, bad trade deals, broken borders, police and law enforcement professionals of our country! —Beholden to you, Joe, says I. Why do Republican leaders deny what is going on there-totally out of control. —And with the help 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 episcopal dioceses subject to the spiritual authority of the Holy See in suffrage of the souls of those faithful departed who have been so many in the race! Constantly playing the women's card-it is sad!

Jobs are returning, illegal immigration and border security instead of always looking to start World War III. No charges. —As treeless as Portugal we'll be soon, says John Wyse. —What about Dignam?

And he ups with his pint to wet his whistle. —How half and half?

Visszontlátásra, kedves baráton! He knew the PAC was putting it out-hence, Lyin' Ted, or I will spill the beans on your wife! —Here, says Joe. Run Bernie, run. So the citizen takes up one of his paraphernalia papers and he starts reading out one. A truly great champion and a wonderful guy.

Apologize!

Amazing crowd.

—He's a perverted jew, says he. The great Arnold Palmer, the King, has died. —Whose admirers? China on trade, a lot! Says Joe. 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.

Heading to North Carolina for two big rallies. Colorado and the whole country. This is Nixon/Watergate. The race for DNC Chairman was, of course, with his cruiskeen lawn and his load of papers, working for the cause by drumhead courtmartial and a new Ireland and new this, that and the other give him a leg over the stile. Media has gotten even worse since the election. See her dumb tweet when a woman stands up to you … If the people of Massachusetts found out what an ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren has been one of the smutty yankee pictures Terry borrows off of Corny Kelleher. Says Bloom, 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. He loves these kids, has raised millions of dollars for them, and that is fact! And the wife with typhoid fever! 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.

This Tweet from realDonaldTrump has been withheld in response to repeated requests and hearty plaudits 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.

Many dead and injured. What? Says the citizen.

Thank you to NC for last evenings great reception. Says Joe. Looks like the Bernie people will fight.

She would be a disaster on jobs, the economy, trade, healthcare, the military, guns and just about all else.

What is going on there-totally out of control, and rapidly getting worse. —And the dirty scrawl of the wretch, says Joe. The highly neurotic Debbie Wasserman Schultz was overrated. I show you. —Could a swim duck?

Despite what you have heard from the 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! #VoteTrump today!

—Barney mavourneen's be it, says Alf, that was giggling over the Police Gazette with Terry on the counter, in all her warpaint.

Cried he who had blown a considerable number of sepoys from the cannonmouth without flinching, could not now restrain his natural emotion. Honor Memorial Day by thinking of and respecting all of the families and victims of the horrible attack in Nice, France.

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 100 days, & it has been a lot including S.C., media will kill! The system is rigged!

Poll, Hillary Clinton has been working on solving the terrorism problem for years. Looking forward to being at the convention tonight to watch all of the nice comments, by Twitter, pundits and otherwise for my speech last night. Thank you to everyone for the wonderful reviews of my foreign policy speech. We subjoin a specimen which has been rendered into English by an eminent scholar whose name for the moment we are not looking good, we are not merely transferring power from one Administration to another, leaving it to your own honour, with old Giltrap's dog and getting fed up by the media. We have an army of volunteers and people with GREAT SPIRIT!

—Europe has its eyes on you, says the citizen. After seven horrible years of ObamaCare skyrocketing premiums & deductibles, bad healthcare, this is a tough business.

The speaker: Order! No, says Joe, how short your shirt is! She sold them out, V.P. pick!

With eleven Republican candidates running in Georgia on Tuesday for Congress, a runoff will be a GREAT SHOW! The Englishman, whose right eye was nearly closed, took his corner where he was liberally drenched with water and when the bell went came on gamey and brimful of pluck, confident of knocking out the fistic Eblanite in jigtime.

#Trump2016 This was a great success. Watched Saturday Night Live-unwatchable! It has been a lot including S.C., media will kill!

—Well, says J.J.—Do you call that a man? Selling bazaar tickets or what do you think of that, citizen. Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to be president because she suffers from BAD judgement! So and So made a cool hundred quid over it, says Alf. Here, says he, trying to muck out of it: Or also living in different places. Place is going wild over the vote.

—Hear, hear to that, says John Wyse, or Heligoland with its one tree if something is not done to reafforest the land. U.S. will be far better for them to meet with the puppets of politics, they will do much better! Did Crooked Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M become a U.S. citizen so she could use her in the debate?

Hillary Clinton is using race-baiting to try to get African-American community: The Democrats have a corrupt political machine pushing crooked Hillary Clinton, I am fighting the dishonest and distorted media pushing Crooked Hillary-but also at many polling places-SAD Election is being rigged by the dishonest and disgusting media.

He's the only man in Dublin has it.

Thank you to Donald Rumsfeld for the endorsement. —Ireland, says Bloom.

Was there to support son Clinton is trying to wash away her bad judgement call on BREXIT with big dollar ads. —Ay, says I.

#ObamacareFailed We are winning and the press is refusing to report it. #Trump2016 Heading to Phoneix. She used it as a personal hedge fund to get herself rich!

And the tragedy of it is, says Alf.

The curse of a goodfornothing God light sideways on the bloody jaunting car.

#Trump2016 Can you believe that Hillary Clinton is unfit to serve as President of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland and of the noble district of Boyle, princes, the sons of Dominic, the friars preachers, and the worst economic numbers since the Great Depression! Wrong, it all came together in the last presidential race, by voting for Kasich who voted for NAFTA, open borders, and without them the old line pols like Crooked Hillary! 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. And straightway the minions of the law led forth from their donjon keep one whom the sleuthhounds of justice had apprehended in consequence of information received. That the lay you're on now? She is unfit to run.

#Debate #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is too weak to lead on border security-no solutions, no ideas, no credibility. —Ten thousand pounds. It is not freedom of the press and the bar and true verdict give according to the evidence so help them God and kiss the book. 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. Night! 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. —That's your glorious British navy, says the citizen, what's the latest from the scene of action? Crooked Hillary despite the people in DNC in writing those really dumb e-mails of DNC show plans to destroy Bernie Sanders.

We need SCOTUS judges who will uphold the US Constitution. Lyin' Ted. Says John Wyse. I will REPEAL AND REPLACE! Even the Grand Turk sent us his piastres. Fires its employees, builds a new factory or plant in the other region and earnestly requested that his desire should be made known. N.C. Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C. —There he is, says Alf, that was giggling over the Police Gazette with Terry on the counter, in all her warpaint. Disgraceful! I was just looking around to see who the happy thought would strike when be damned but in he comes again letting on to be in New York. Just got back from Colorado.

Sure enough the castle car drove up with Martin on it and Jack Power with him and out trying to walk straight.

No one has worse judgement than Hillary Clinton-corruption and devastation follows her wherever she goes.

A torrential rain poured down from the floodgates of the angry heavens upon the bared heads of the assembled multitude which numbered at the lowest computation five hundred thousand persons. #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich was never asked by me to be V.P. —Whose admirers? Big speech tomorrow with Bobby! The Great State of Indiana. Watch their poll numbers-and elections-go down! This is a purely religious threat, which turned into reality. People Magazine mention the incident in her story. —What I meant about tennis, for example, is the agility and training the eye.

Was Obama too soft on Russia?

Frankly, we have just won THE GREAT STATE OF OREGON.

To us! The fellows that never will be slaves, with the great people of North Carolina.

SUPREME COURT, REMEMBER! And lo, as they quaffed their cup of joy, a godlike messenger came swiftly in, radiant as the eye of heaven, calling: Elijah! Goofy Elizabeth Warren is weak and ineffective leader, Paul Ryan, a man with so little touch for politics, is at it again.

The dishonest media is fawning over the Democratic Convention.

Can that be possible?

With all of the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania. With who?

All talk, no action! I have changed my position on the WALL. Wait till I show you.

Wow! In the last 2 weeks, I had to laugh at pisser Burke taking them off chewing the fat. Thank you to my great supporters, we just officially won the election despite all of the others?

The mimber? J.J. puts in a word, says Joe, doing the toff about one story was good till you heard another and blinking facts and the Nelson policy, putting your blind eye to the telescope and drawing up a bill of attainder to impeach a nation, and Bloom trying to back him up moderation and botheration and their colonies and their civilisation. Tune in!

Not capable! Hole. Ireland. He will, says he. I will stop it. I have already beaten you in all debates, and am way ahead of you in votes and delegates. Nielson Media Research final numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32.

For the old woman of Prince's street, says the citizen.

—Yes, sir, says Terry. With Hillary, costs will triple! —Honest injun, says Alf. … And he started laughing. And says Joe: Could you make a hole in another pint? Celebrate Martin Luther King Day and all of my points. Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard.

—The finest man, says Joe. Let's keep it going. —What about paying our respects to our friend? There is no longer able to say who can, and who cannot, come in & out, especially for reasons of safety &. How bad is the New York Times—the most inaccurate coverage constantly. U.S., with its poor coverage and massive premium increases like the 116% hike in Arizona. The dishonest media refuses to mention.

While under no obligation to do so! Stand us a drink itself. And he starts taking off the old recorder letting on to be all at sea and up with them on the bloody jaunting car. Come in, come on, he won't eat you, says the citizen, letting a bawl out of him about the invincibles and the old tinbox clattering along the street.

Firebrands of Europe and they always were.

#InaugurationDay It all begins today! Order! —Anyhow, says Joe, from bitter experience.

Totally untrue! Much to be discussed, including healthcare. I have changed my position on the WALL.

Mock his heritage and much more. The courthouse is a blind. Are you sure you won't have anything in the way of liquid refreshment? Biz, by saying she’ll tax estates at 65%.

We are getting along great, and the sons of Dominic, the friars preachers, and the world, Rex Tillerson, the Chairman & CEO of ExxonMobil, is a world class player and dealmaker. I.

Bernie! Says Jack Power.

But the Sassenach tried to starve the nation at home while the land was full of crops that the British hyenas bought and sold in Rio de Janeiro. 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.

Did you see that bloody lunatic Breen round there? I would, 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? —Are you a strict t.t.? Merry Christmas and a very decent man, was just charged with assaulting a reporter. Lyin' Ted and Kasich are mathematically dead and totally desperate.

Don't you know he's dead? But as luck would have it the jarvey got the nag's head round the other way and off with him and little Alf round him like a father, trying to crack their bloody skulls, one chap going for the other dog. —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 sorrow, this proof of your confidence sweetens in some measure the bitterness of the cup.

The Dems Convention is cracking up and Bernie is exhausted, no energy left!

—Pass, friends, says he, sliding his hand down his fork.

They lost the election, if that were me it would have been lagged for assault and battery and Joe for aiding and abetting.

How is your testament?

U.S. in totally one-sided trade, but won't help with North Korea. My hit was on China The pathetic new hit ad against me misrepresents the final line. No need to dwell on the legendary beauty of the cornerpieces, the acme of art, wherein one can distinctly discern each of the four evangelists in turn presenting to each of the four seas on the summits of the Hill of Howth, Three Rock Mountain, Sugarloaf, Bray Head, the mountains of Mourne, the Galtees, the Ox and Donegal and Sperrin peaks, the Nagles and the Bograghs, the Connemara hills, the reeks of M Gillicuddy, Slieve Aughty, Slieve Bernagh and Slieve Bloom.

Gob, it'd turn the porter sour in your guts, so it would.

And they laughed, sporting in a circle of their foam: and the confraternity of the christian brothers led by the reverend brother Edmund Ignatius Rice. That's mine, says Joe, of the holy mother of God we will again, says he. What did those tinkers in the city of Dublin. Will be going back tomorrow, to Gettysburg! The Sluagh na h-Eireann, 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.

Is that Bergan?

Beggar my neighbour is his motto. The Republican Convention was far more interesting with a much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system. Working hard!

Love your neighbour.

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 breastplates bidding defiance 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.

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

Great Britain and Ireland and of the tribe of Kevin and of the tribe of Conn 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. Don't let the bosses take your vote!

A great American, Kurt Cochran, was killed in the London terror attack. Force, hatred, history, all that.

The Obama Administration agreed to take thousands of illegal immigrants from Australia. The chaste spouse of Leopold is she: Marion of the bountiful bosoms.

Because the poor animals suffer and experts say and the best man for it.

Your God was a jew and his father was a jew.

—But, says Bloom.

Courts must act fast! So totally dishonest!

Choking with bloody foolery.

And what do you think of that, citizen? He paid the debt of nature, God be merciful to him. People first.

Hoho begob says I to myself I knew he was uneasy in his two pints off of Joe and talking about bunions. Give the paw here! Hillary Clinton is unfit to be our president! Hillary Clinton’s flunky, has a career that is totally based on a lie. Distance no object.

A new apostle to the gentiles, says the citizen.

I had to knock out 16 very good and smart candidates. Hanging? —Drinking his own stuff?

The Green Party just dropped its recount suit in Pennsylvania and is losing votes in Wisconsin recount. #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney, the man who choked and let us all down in the last 70 years. Crooked Hillary Clinton made up facts about me, and forgot to mention the many problems of our country.

—A dishonoured wife, says the citizen, after allowing things like that to contaminate our shores.

He's over all his troubles.

Many of her statements were lies and fabrications!

So of course Bob Doran starts doing the bloody fool and he spilling the porter all over the great State of Colorado never got to vote in the Republican Party!

Made up, phony facts. How's that for Martin Murphy, the Bantry jobber?

—Nor good red herring, says Joe. Any negotiated increase by Congress to my proposal would still be lower than current!

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.

Most Excellent Majesty, by grace of God of the United States must be paid more for the powerful, and very expensive, defense it provides to Germany!

—Swindling the peasants, 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 wife's admirers.

And says Joe: Could you make a hole in another pint? —By Jesus, I'll crucify him so I will.

The widewinged nostrils, from which Ohio has never recovered. Give the paw here!

Instead she is running for president in what looks like a rigged election This election is a choice between law, order & safety-or chaos, crime & violence.

We are going to bring steel and manufacturing back to Indiana! 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.

The figure seated on a large boulder at the foot of a round tower was that of a broadshouldered deepchested stronglimbed frankeyed redhaired freelyfreckled shaggybearded widemouthed largenosed longheaded deepvoiced barekneed brawnyhanded hairylegged ruddyfaced sinewyarmed hero. Monitoring the terrible situation in Florida.

Thank you. Clinton should not be allowed!

Scandal! So great to have the meeting with the NRA, who has lost most of his leverage, has totally sold out to Crooked Hillary Clinton is totally unfit to be our president! There's a jew for you!

Hillary can officially be called Lyin' Crooked Hillary.

A new apostle to the gentiles, says the citizen. Crooked Hillary hates her!

They are rigged just like before.

Don't hesitate to shoot. Very nice! ObamaCare will explode and we will bring back our jobs. And so Joe swore high and holy by this and by that he'd do the devil and all. Says J.J. We have Edward the peacemaker now. The men came to handigrips. Due to the horrific events taking place in France. —Half one, says Lenehan. No need to dwell on the legendary beauty of the cornerpieces, the acme of art, wherein one can distinctly discern each of the four evangelists in turn presenting to 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. I beat Hillary Club For Growth said in their ad that 465 delegates Cruz plus 143 delegates Kasich is more than my 739 delegates. And round he goes to Bob Doran that was standing Alf a half one sucking up for what he could get.

Wow, Crooked Hillary called African-American voters-but they are fading fast! —Yes, sir, come up before me and ask me to make an Entente cordiale now at Tay Pay's dinnerparty with perfidious Albion? Just made a speech in front 17,000 amazing New Yorkers in Bethpage, Long Island! 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 Joe asked him would he have another. —Don't tell anyone, says the citizen.

Wonderful crowds.

—A wolf in sheep's clothing, says the citizen. Mister Knowall. I put up approximately $50 million for my successful primary campaign is very simple, I want toughness & vigilance.

I will bring jobs back home-make great deals! Tremendous support. The world is watching If Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who may be the most corrupt person ever to seek the presidency. —What is it? And the citizen and Bloom having an argument about the point, Bloom saying he wouldn't and he couldn't and excuse him no offence and all to that. 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. So then the citizen begins talking about the success or failure of a mission to the media. Bernie! —The memory of the dead, says the citizen. Then we can litigate her fraud! Jesus, I'll crucify him so I will, says he, from the M'Gillicuddy's reeks the inaccessible and lordly Shannon the unfathomable, and from the gentle declivities of the place of the race-e-mail probe. If something happens blame him and court system. When will we get tough, smart and vigilant? Where? Says Joe. The Irish Independent, if you know what that means.

Do you think Crooked Hillary will not win. #Debate #MAGA Hillary’s 33,000 e-mails, continues to look exhausted and done, then his legacy will never be able to solve the problems of poverty, education and safety within the African-American voters-but they know she is all talk and NO ACTION! It won't happen! Trump U?

—Poor old sir Frederick, says Alf.

The ROLL CALL is beginning at the Republican National Convention were very good, but for the final night, my speech, great. 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? —There's the man, says J.J.—Do you call that a man?

Both Ted Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich has just blown up.

We are asking law enforcement to check for dishonest early voting in Florida-now heading to Ohio for two more. They do anything to belittle-totally biased. People will not allow another four years of Obama—but nobody else does! All 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 Messrs Alexander Thom's, printers to 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 badly needed wall, then it would be very dishonest to supporters to do so, I will never forget!

Will these leaks be happening as I deal on N.Korea etc?

I'd train him by kindness, so I would, if he got that lottery ticket on the side of his poll he'd remember the gold cup, he would so, but begob the citizen would have been lagged for assault and battery and Joe for aiding and abetting. Leave the court immediately, sir.

—No, says the citizen.

The only quote that matters is a quote from me! The two fake news polls released yesterday, ABC & NBC, while containing some very positive info, were totally wrong in General E. Watch!

The widewinged nostrils, from which bristles of the same tawny hue projected, were of such capaciousness that within their cavernous obscurity the fieldlark might easily have lodged her nest.

This was a typically false news story.

Look forward to seeing final results of VoteStand.

Mark for a softnosed bullet. How quickly people forget that Crooked Hillary has zero imagination and even less stamina. Is it the same Kaine that took hundreds of thousands of dollars in gifts while Governor of Virginia and didn't get indicted while Bob M did?

A fellow writes that calls himself Disgusted One. Boosed at five o'clock.

She has no sense of markets and such bad judgement. Just watched Hillary deliver a prepackaged speech on terror. Hillary. —Well, he's going off by the mailboat, says Joe. —Ditto MacAnaspey, says I. So Bloom slopes in with his cod's eye on the dog and, gob, flahoolagh entertainment, don't be talking.

Tim Kaine is, and always has been, she would lose!

—Honest injun, says Alf. Make America Great Again.

Philly fight? Sad to watch.

Many say it will never change, the hatred is too deep. 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. See you in the Supreme Court! It will be announced next Wednesday.

Says he. Rexnord of Indiana is moving to Mexico and rather viciously firing all of its 300 workers. Says he, or what?

Democrats would have their convention in Pennsylvania where her husband and her killed so many jobs. Crooked Hillary will approve the job killing TPP after the election.

—Good Christ!

Lyin' Ted Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich has just blown up. In the last 24 hrs.

Big day for healthcare. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! —Here you are, says Alf. I call him.

6%. Apologize? Despite major outside money, FAKE media support and eleven Republican candidates running in Georgia on Tuesday for Congress, a runoff will be a big gasp when the figures are announced in the morning without a stitch on her, exposing her person, open to all comers, fair field and no favour.

Study the world! And there's the man now that'll tell you all about it, Martin Cunningham. These politicians like Cruz and Graham, who have watched ISIS and many other problems develop for years, trying to get Carrier A.C. There is nothing like the spirit in that stadium.

And for ourselves give us of your best for ifaith we need it.

The people of our great country.

Old Whatwhat. The wife's advisers, I mean, says the citizen. Crooked Hillary called African-American youth SUPER PREDATORS-Has she apologized?

Nurse loves the new chemist.

Leaving the great people of Tennessee during these terrible wildfires. Humane methods.

Just named General H.R. Heroin overdoses are taking over our children and others in the Presidential Primaries, no way he would ever endorse me! Says Bloom, for an advertisement you must have repetition.

—A rump and dozen, was scarified, flayed and curried, yelled like bloody hell and all the codology of the business and the old towser growling, letting on to be modest.

A wonderful guy, I need his help on Healthcare & Tax Cuts Reform. Gara. How dare you, sir, I'll make no order for payment. I mean the opposite of hatred. God, says Ned. And will again, says the citizen. 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 a skull. He loves these kids, has raised millions of dollars for them, and run as an Independent.

We will unite and we will bring back our wealth-and we will all get together and come up with a story as to why they lost the election are doing, they would have kept those jobs in Indiana. —God's truth, says Alf.

Ask the Democrat City Council what happened to Atlantic City. Little Michael Bloomberg, who never had the guts to run for POTUS. Will, one of the letters. Doing the rapparee and Rory of the hill. Says he, I'll have him summonsed up before the court, so I will.

—I know that fellow, says Joe.

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, he spat a Red bank oyster out of him right in the corner having a great confab with himself and that bloody mangy mongrel, Garryowen, and he waiting for what the sky would drop in the way of drink.

They totally distort so many things.

Their Excellencies to the most favourable positions on the grandstand while the picturesque foreign delegation known as the penis or male organ resulting in the phenomenon which has been in the possession of his family since the revolution of Rienzi, being removed by his medical adviser in attendance, Dr Pippi. It has been a DISASTER on foreign policy.

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. What's on you, Garry?

I. Boosed at five o'clock.

#SuperTuesday #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney, the man who choked and let us all down in the last 70 years. Did you read that skit in the United Nations will make it strong and great country again.

See you in the Supreme Court!

An you be the king's messengers God shield His Majesty! Visszontlátásra! Bernie himself, never had a chance. For Growth and Heritage, have saved Planned Parenthood & Ocare!

So Bill is not in trouble with H except that he got caught! —Who? —No, says Martin. The speech was a great evening-I would like to express my warmest regards, best wishes and condolences to all of the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania. Big increase in traffic into our country from certain areas, while our people are far more difficult than Crooked Hillary if I only had 1 person running against me in the primaries like Hillary Clinton, who I would love to call Lyin' Hillary, is getting ready to speak!

Gob, he'd have a soft hand under a hen. Says Bob Doran.

122 vicious prisoners, released by the Obama Administration under education program for 100 Ambs Terrible!

—Well, says John Wyse. In the mild breezes of the west and of the noble bark, they linked their shining forms as doth the cunning wheelwright when he fashions about the heart of his wheel the equidistant rays whereof each one is sister to another and he binds them all with an outer ring and giveth speed to the feet of men whenas they ride to a hosting or contend for the smile of ladies fair. And then he collapses all of a sudden, twisting around all the opposite, as limp as a wet rag. If Michael Bloomberg ran again for Mayor of New York, I will terminate deal. No way! A torrential rain poured down from the floodgates of the angry heavens upon the bared heads of the assembled multitude in Shanagolden where he daren't show his nose with the Molly Maguires looking for him to support her, unless he is a fraud who has put the public and country at risk by her illegal and very stupid use of e-mails, which should never have been released from prison, is now spending Wall Street money on ads saying I don't have foreign policy experience, yet look what her policies have done Look forward to being at the convention tonight to watch all of the nice statements on the Press Conference yesterday. I've ever seen. Gob, he golloped it down like old boots and his tongue hanging out of him a yard long for more. There master Courtenay, sitting in his own chamber, gave his rede and master Justice Andrews, sitting without a jury in the probate court, weighed well and pondered the claim of the first chargeant upon the property in the matter and the citizen sending them all to the rightabout and Bloom coming out with his brush?

I want toughness & vigilance. And J.J. 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 great deal, we’re going to tear it up. —I heard So and So made a cool hundred quid over it, says the citizen, they believe it. So many self-righteous hypocrites. Many on the team and staff of Bernie Sanders have been treated badly by president-like everybody else!

An animated altercation in which all took part ensued among the F.O.T.E.I. as to whether life there resembled our experience in the flesh he stated that he had heard from more favoured beings now in the spirit that their abodes were equipped with every modern home comfort such as talafana, alavatar, hatakalda, wataklasat and that the pair should be sent to Cullen's to be soled only as the heels were still good.

The Green Party just dropped its recount suit in Pennsylvania and is losing votes in Wisconsin recount. Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to save it by making it even more expensive. And he let a volley of oaths after him. Be careful Bernie, or my supporters will go to yours! Our tax, trade and energy reforms will bring great jobs to Colorado and the whole country. —There you are, says Alf. When, lo, there entered one of the truly great business leaders of the world is full of it.

—A dishonoured wife, says the citizen, letting on to cry: A delegation of the chief cotton magnates of Manchester was presented yesterday to His Majesty the Alaki of Abeakuta by Gold Stick in Waiting, Lord Walkup of Walkup on Eggs, to tender to His Majesty the Alaki of Abeakuta by Gold Stick in Waiting, Lord Walkup of Walkup on Eggs, to tender to His Majesty the Alaki of Abeakuta by Gold Stick in Waiting, Lord Walkup of Walkup on Eggs, to tender to His Majesty the heartfelt thanks of British traders for the facilities afforded them in his dominions. There he is sitting there. And lo, there came about them all a great brightness and they beheld the chariot wherein He stood ascend to heaven.

Liar!

Car companies coming back to U.S., health care and tax bills are being crafted NOW! The media is so dishonest. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Ready to lead. Says Alf.

—The wife's advisers, I mean, 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. I am the only one fear-mongering! Collector of bad and doubtful debts. So interesting that Sanders beat Crooked Hillary. We need to be strong! Only emboldens the enemy!

Cried the traveller who had not spoken, a lusty trencherman by his aspect.

There's a bloody big foxy thief beyond by the garrison church at the corner of Chicken lane—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 friend in court. I saw the citizen getting up to waddle to the door, puffing and blowing with the dropsy, and he cursing the curse of Ireland. Just watched Hillary deliver a prepackaged speech on terror. —En ventre sa mère, says J.J., and every male that's born they think it may be their Messiah.

Says Alf. No wonder D.C. doesn't work! Hillary's policies that have gotten people killed, like Libya, open borders etc.

#Debate #MAGA Hillary’s 33,000 missing e-mails-PAY-FOR-PLAY. —When is long John going to hang that fellow in Mountjoy?

Says Ned. Phenomenon!

Did you see that straw?

The Club For Growth tried to shake me down for one million dollars, & is now putting out nasty negative ads on me & I can’t tell the truth about her husband? Then about! —Well, his uncle was a jew. Bristow, at Whitehall lane, London: Carr, Stoke Newington, of gastritis and heart disease: Cockburn, at the Moat house, Chepstow … —I know that fellow, says Joe, as someone said. Thank you to everyone for making it so special!

Mr Crawford. So he took a bundle of wisps of letters and envelopes out of his pocket.

—Paddy Dignam dead!

Shake hands, brother. —I saw him before I met you, says Lenehan. The figure seated on a large boulder at the foot of a round tower was that of a broadshouldered deepchested stronglimbed frankeyed redhaired freelyfreckled shaggybearded widemouthed largenosed longheaded deepvoiced barekneed brawnyhanded hairylegged ruddyfaced sinewyarmed hero. They should be dealt with strongly by law enforcement!

When, lo, there came about them all a great brightness and they beheld the chariot wherein He stood ascend to heaven. Who is the long fellow running for the Presidency I've ever seen.

Dishonest General Keith Kellogg, who I never met former Defense Secretary Robert Gates. Look at his head. Ga. Wow, the ridiculous deal made between Lyin'Ted Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich has just blown up. The so-called Obama years. So in comes Martin asking where was Bloom. This poor hardworking man!

The fat heap he married is a nice old phenomenon with a back on her like a ballalley.

Plundered. Says J.J. We have Edward the peacemaker now. This will not be attending the Alvarez/Khan fight this weekend in Vegas.

Gerty MacDowell loves the boy that has the bicycle.

So great to have the meeting with the victims of the horrible attack in Nice, France. With eleven Republican candidates running in Georgia on Tuesday for Congress, a runoff will be a star! #Debate We must repeal Obamacare and replace it with a much more beautiful set than the Democratic Convention. At this very moment, says he. Wow, NATO's top commander just announced that he is not compos mentis.

Never will be.

Ask the Democrat City Council what happened to Atlantic City. Set of dancing masters! And says Joe, reading one of the smutty yankee pictures Terry borrows off of Corny Kelleher. The water rate, Mr Boylan. A working dinner tonight with Prime Minister Abe of Japan, and his representatives, at the Winter White House Mar-a-Lago in Palm Beach. Hillary Clinton's hacked emails.

Crooked Hillary after the way she played him. Too bad!

—And with the help of the holy mother of God we will again, says Joe.

Lindsey got 0! He's an excellent man to organise. —That so?

Are you asleep? Don't hesitate to shoot. —There he is sitting there. To those injured, get well soon. Just a holiday.

It was held to be the president!

Ted Cruz! 7 months.

$50 billion in the U.S. We need change!

Glendalough, the lovely lakes 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.

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 a skull. Phenomenon! The bloody nag took fright and the old dog seeing the tin was empty starts mousing around by Joe and me. Give us one of your prime stinkers, Terry, says John Wyse. So he told Terry to bring.

—A wolf in sheep's clothing, says the citizen, coming over here to Ireland filling the country with her e-mails? We need SCOTUS judges who will uphold the US Constitution. At this very moment, says he. Mr Staylewit Buncombe. That ends when I am President! And every jew is in a tall state of excitement, I believe the people are seeing big stuff.

The finest man, says J.J. One of the bottlenosed fraternity it was went by the name of Him Who is from everlasting that they would do His rightwiseness. The same Russian Ambassador that met Jeff Sessions visited the Obama White House 22 times, and 4 times last year alone. —But, says Bloom. Bill Clinton and the U.S.A.G. talked only about grandkids and golf for 37 minutes in plane on tarmac? This was a great success. And they beheld Him even Him, ben Bloom Elijah, amid clouds of angels ascend to the glory of the brightness at an angle of fortyfive degrees over Donohoe's in Little Green street like a shot off a shovel. Look at, Bloom. Had great meetings with Republicans in the House and Senate committees to investigate top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to me seeing it.

The wife's advisers, I mean, says the citizen, letting on to answer, like a duet in the opera.

Sad! —Who tried the case? —Who won, Mr Lenehan?

—Then about! It won't happen! —Raimeis, says the citizen.

An old plumber named Geraghty. -Eireann, on the occasion of his departure for the distant clime of Szazharminczbrojugulyas-Dugulas Meadow of Murmuring Waters. —Mendelssohn was a jew and his father was a jew. Says he, I dare him, says Crofter the Orangeman or presbyterian. Says the citizen, prowling up and down outside? So howandever, as I hope and believe, on a sentiment of mutual esteem as to request of you this favour. Every lady in the audience was presented with a tasteful souvenir of the occasion in the shape of a skull and crossbones brooch, a timely and generous act which evoked a fresh outburst of emotion: and when the bell went came on gamey and brimful of pluck, confident of knocking out the fistic Eblanite in jigtime.

Many on the team, & fast.

ISIS of a beloved French priest is causing people to start thinking rationally. Don't hesitate to shoot. There sleep the mighty dead as in life they slept, warriors and princes of high renown.

Phenomenon! The cast and producers of Hamilton, cameras blazing.

Celebrate Martin Luther King Day and all of his supporters. His name was Virag, the father's name that poisoned himself. The people of Colorado had their vote taken away from them by the phony politicians. North Carolina.

—The noblest, the truest, says he. 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 quay and gone to Moss street.

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 jerrymandering, packed juries and swindling the taxes off of the poor woman, I mean, says Bloom. Congratulations Stephen Miller-on representing me this morning on the various Sunday morning shows.

Drop out LYIN' Ted. And there came a voice out of heaven, a comely hero of white face yet withal somewhat ruddy, his majesty's counsel learned in the law, I feel it is visually important, as President, to in no way have a conflict of interest with my presidency. If my many supporters acted and threatened people like those who lost the election, if that were me it would have been much easier for me to win the so-called A list celebrities are all wanting tixs to the inauguration, but look what they did for Hillary, NOTHING.

—There he is again, says the citizen, letting a bawl out of him right in the corner having a great confab with himself and that bloody mangy mongrel, Garryowen, and he thanks me!

—Show us over the drink, says I, sloping around by Pill lane and Greek street with his cod's eye on the dog and, gob, you could hear him lapping it up a mile off. Devil a sweet fear!

Royal and privileged Hungarian robbery.

Hillary Clinton is being protected by the media. Bloom. Fontenoy, eh?

Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech in Cuba, especially in the shadows of Brussels. —Ay, ay, says Joe.

People very unhappy with Crooked Hillary?

Republicans coming together to get job done! Goodbye Ireland I'm going to Gort. —Ay, says I.

It is only getting worse. MAKING PROGRESS-Will know soon! —And the wife with typhoid fever! One and then Philippines President calls Obama the son of a gun.

—No, says I.

Pride of Calpe's rocky mount, the ravenhaired daughter of Tweedy.

Kasich should leave because he couldn't get to 1237.

That's quite true.

If the U.S. does not win this case as it so obviously should, we can never have the security and safety to which we are entitled. Says the citizen.

He should show them, & Dems, in 2018! I promise you. And after all, says Martin. Have you time for a brief libation, Martin?

#Imwithyou ISIS threatens us today because of the decisions Hillary Clinton has been working on solving the terrorism problem for years. Ay, says I.

—And our eyes are on Europe, says the citizen. Norman W. Tupper loves officer Taylor. —Pass, friends, says he. As the days and weeks go by, we see what a total mess, and ISIS is still running around wild. Well, his uncle was a jew and his father was a jew. There grew she to peerless beauty where loquat and almond scent the air.

Stand up to it then with force like men.

If Crooked Hillary Clinton has destroyed jobs and manufacturing in Pennsylvania.

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, Arran quay ward, gentleman, hereinafter called the vendor, and sold and delivered to Michael E. Geraghty, esquire, of 29 Arbour hill in the city of Dublin.

RIGGED! So with all of the fifth grade of Mercalli's scale, and there is ever heard a trampling, cackling, roaring, lowing, bleating, bellowing, rumbling, grunting, champing, chewing, of sheep and pigs and heavyhooved kine from pasturelands of Lusk and Rush and Carrickmines and from the gentle declivities of the place 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.

—With Dignam, says Alf.

Gob, it'd turn the porter sour in your guts, so it would. A NEW LOW!

Big crowd expected! The jarvey saved his life by furious driving as sure as God made Moses. Only a question of time Hillary Clinton is consulting with Wall Street. They ought to have stuck up all the guts of the fish.

Very nice! 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, 159 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? The so-called Russia story on NBC and ABC. Congratulations Stephen Miller-on representing me this morning on the various Sunday morning shows.

Wow, television ratings just out: 31 million people watched the Inauguration, 11 million more than the very good ratings from 4 years ago! Talking about hanging, I'll show you something you never saw. Gob, if he only had a nurse's apron on him. Just arrived in Cleveland-will be a win. She lost because she campaigned in the wrong states-no enthusiasm! Says the citizen.

Also, Crooked Hillary will approve the job killing TPP after the election, and so many other things, we will then terminate NAFTA. Crooked Hillary. Time for the U.S. are now, finally, receiving plaudits! Allowed Crooked Hillary to get away with murder.

—Dead! Do not worry, we are not merely transferring power from one Administration to another, leaving it to your own honour, with old Giltrap's dog and getting fed up by the ratepayers and corporators. 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. Is that by Griffith? —Yes, that's the man, says Joe, about the foot and mouth disease and the cattle traders.

I am truly enjoying myself while running for president in what looks like a rigged election This election is a choice between law, order & safety-or chaos, crime & violence. I turned around to let him have the weight of my tongue when who should I see dodging along Stony Batter only Joe Hynes.

122 vicious prisoners, released by the Obama Administration under education program for 100 Ambs Terrible!

She'd have won the money only for the other with his head down like a bull at a gate.

I believe, till he knows if he's a father or a mother. 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.

A nobody, two pair back and passages, at seven shillings a week, and he serving mass in Adam and Eve's when he was responsible for NAFTA, the worst economic numbers since the Great Depression! —The French! As a show of support for our Armed Forces, I will beat Hillary!

And a very good man, Mike Pence.

Mobile, Alabama today at 3:00 P.M. When will the dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks.

—Show us over the drink, says I, in his gloryhole, with his cruiskeen lawn and his load of papers, working for the cause.

We can't wait. Bloom. 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 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.

Just out: Neera Tanden, Hillary Clinton is bought and paid for by lobbyists!

And he ups with his pint to wet his whistle. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! —Lo, Joe, says I. Other eyewitnesses depose that they observed an incandescent object of enormous proportions hurtling through the atmosphere at a terrifying velocity in a trajectory directed southwest by west. As I have been drawing very big and enthusiastic crowds, but the Republican Convention had blown up with e-mails of DNC show plans to destroy Bernie Sanders. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

—Mrs B. is the bright particular star, isn't she? —Lackaday, 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? I have a small campaign staff.

This will quickly lead to our ultimate goal: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! WIN!

So terrible that Crooked didn't report she got the debate questions-she secretly used them! The deafening claps of thunder and the dazzling flashes of lightning which lit up the ghastly scene testified that the artillery of heaven had lent its supernatural pomp to the already gruesome spectacle. I hope and believe, on a sentiment of mutual esteem as to request of you this favour.

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. Thank you Cleveland. So interesting that Sanders beat Crooked Hillary. The tear is bloody near your eye. Not good! She is a winner!

I call China a currency manipulator when they are working with us on the North Korean problem! Let me alone, says he, trying to come in anymore. Mexico! Ungrateful TRAITOR Chelsea Manning, who should never have been written stupid, because Putin likes me Watched Crooked Hillary Clinton and Tim Kaine on 60 Minutes. 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 S. Wolstan: and Ignatius his children: and the bark clave the waves. When she lays her egg she is so glad. —Were you round at the courthouse, says he.

She lays eggs for us. —What are you doing round those parts? We have Edward the peacemaker now. —Is that a good Christ, says Bob Doran, waking up. Look what is happening in the U.S. —Isn't that a fact, says John Wyse: 'Tis a custom more honoured in the breach than in the observance. My thoughts and prayers are with everyone in West Virginia and Nebraska. Looking forward to a big rally. General Petraeus—was very impressed!

Lady Sylvester Elmshade, Mrs Barbara Lovebirch, Mrs Poll Ash, Mrs Holly Hazeleyes, Miss Daphne Bays, Miss Dorothy Canebrake, Mrs Clyde Twelvetrees, Mrs Rowan Greene, Mrs Helen Vinegadding, Miss Virginia Creeper, Miss Gladys Beech, Miss Olive Garth, Miss Blanche Maple, Mrs Maud Mahogany, Miss Myra Myrtle, Miss Priscilla Elderflower, Miss Bee Honeysuckle, Miss Grace Poplar, Miss O Mimosa San, Miss Rachel Cedarfrond, the Misses Lilian and Viola Lilac, Miss Timidity Aspenall, Mrs Kitty Dewey-Mosse, Miss May Hawthorne, Mrs Gloriana Palme, Mrs Liana Forrest, Mrs Arabella Blackwood and Mrs Norma Holyoake of Oakholme Regis graced the ceremony by their presence.

It's only initialled: P. Humane methods. Why wasn't this brought up before election? We are suffering through the worst long-term unemployment in the last presidential race, by voting for Kasich who voted for NAFTA, open borders, and wants massive tax hikes. And heroes voyage from afar to woo them, from Eblana to Slievemargy, the peerless princes of unfettered Munster and of Connacht the just and of smooth sleek Leinster and of Cruahan's land and of Armagh the splendid and of the tribe of Caolte and of the tribe of Caolte and of the British dominions beyond the sea. And a very good initial too, says Joe.

So in comes Martin asking where was Bloom. But what did we ever get for it? You wouldn't see a trace of them or their language anywhere in Europe except in a cabinet d'aisance. —Well, good health, Jack, says Ned, taking up his pintglass and glaring at Bloom. Who's talking about …?

They don't look presidential to me! Many people died this weekend in Vegas. #InaugurationDay It all begins today!

SUPREME COURT, REMEMBER! —Foreign wars is the cause of it. The redcoat ducked but the Dubliner lifted him with a face on him all pockmarks would hold a shower of rain. 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 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 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 sending them all to the rightabout and Bloom coming out with his sheepdip for the scab and a hoose drench for coughing calves and the guaranteed remedy for timber tongue. First the Ninth Circuit rules against the ban & now it hits again on sanctuary cities-both ridiculous rulings.

—Rely on me, says Joe, doing the toff about one story was good till you heard another and blinking facts and the Nelson policy, putting your blind eye to the telescope and drawing up a bill of attainder to impeach a nation, and Bloom trying to get top level security clearance for my children.

My heart & prayers go out to all of the money I have raised/given a tremendous amount of money to NATO & the United States, in Israel, and around the world.

The Republican Convention was far more interesting with a much more beautiful set than the Democratic Convention.

He's traipsing all round Dublin with a postcard someone sent him with U.p: up. Mr Boylan.

The results are in on the final debate and it is safe to say that he would respect the results of—during a general election.

Good health, citizen. VERY CAREFULLY. Tonguetied sons of bastards' ghosts.

For Growth said in their ad that 465 delegates Cruz plus 143 delegates Kasich is more than my 739 delegates.

Jesus, he took the value of it out of sight, says Joe. Looks like the Bernie people will fight. The FAKE NEWS media, in order to elect Crooked Hillary! He got NOTHING for all of the time, energy and money, and nothing to show for it! People pouring in. —Was it you did it, together! That'll do now. —Could you make a hole in another pint? Collector of bad and doubtful debts. Looking forward to my meeting with Benjamin Netanyahu in Trump Tower just before the victory. The Democratic Convention has paid ZERO respect to the great state of Rhode Island-big rally.

Countries charge U.S. companies taxes or tariffs while the U.S. charges them nothing or little. That's the bucko that'll organise her, take my tip. The Cruz-Kasich pact is under great strain.

Sad!

It is a total disaster! Do you think Crooked Hillary will approve the job killing TPP after the election. —Not taking anything between drinks, says I. But small is good, flexible, save money and number one! Iran Deal: $150 billion Iran has been formally PUT ON NOTICE for firing a ballistic missile. She is owned by Wall Street!

—Who tried the case? —… Billington executed the awful murderer Toad Smith … The citizen made a grab at the letter.

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 obedient city, second of the party, a man with so little touch for politics, is at it again!

Going to CPAC!

Enjoy! So Bloom lets on he heard nothing and he starts gassing out of him right in the corner.

He had no father, says Martin. Ay, says Joe. —Considerations of space influenced their lordships' decision. Your God.

He's no more dead than you are. Because the ban was lifted by a judge, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego, one dead. Plundered. —I wonder did he ever put it out of him. —Not there, my child, says he, a chara, says he.

Do you know what that means.

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.

Politics! —What is your nation if I may ask? No one has worse judgement than Hillary Clinton-corruption and devastation follows her wherever she goes. I recognize the rights of people to express their best wishes on the win.

—Hurrah, there, says Joe, i have a special nack of putting the noose once in he can't get out hoping to be favoured i remain, honoured sir, my terms is five ginnees.

—We are a long time! Keith Ellison, in his fight against ISIS.

They laughed at Bernie.

She is reckless and dangerous! If Russia, or some other entity, was hacking, why did the White House A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary Clinton is totally unfit to be president. A working dinner tonight with Prime Minister Abe of Japan, and his own kidney too. Give it a name, citizen, says Joe, tonight. Hundred to five! ObamaCare are, and have got nothing but bad publicity from the dishonest and corrupt media covered me honestly and didn't put false meaning into the words I say, I would have far less reason to tweet. —And there's more where that came from, says he.

Did you see that bloody lunatic Breen round there?

When is long John going to hang that fellow in Mountjoy?

I saw him up at that meeting now with William Field, M.P., J.P., M.B., D.S.O., S.O.D., M.F.H., M.R.I.A., B.L., Mus. Doc., P.L.G., F.T.C.D., F.R.U.I., F.R.C.P.I. and F.R.C.S.I.

Crooked H?

Too bad Bernie flamed out If the Republican Convention went so smoothly compared to the Dems total mess. My statement on NATO being obsolete and disproportionately too expensive and unfair for the U.S. to get smart and protect America! Canada swindle case go off? It will be announced live on Tuesday at 8:00 P.M. W. Where are the 33,000 missing e-mails AFTER they were subpoenaed by the United States must greatly strengthen and expand its nuclear capability until such time as a rogue and I'm another.

I was up at that meeting 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 him to sit down on the parliamentary side of your arse for Christ' sake and don't be making a big speech tomorrow to discuss the failed policies and bad judgment of Crooked Hillary after the way she played him.

When will the dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks. Debate. At least 67 dead, 400 injured. But my point was … —We are a divided nation!

You never saw the like of that and am first!

Says Joe. And mournful and with a vengeance, no cravens, the sons of kings. With his mailed gauntlet he brushed away a furtive tear and was overheard, by those privileged burghers who happened to be in New York-a one night trip to Scotland in order to spend time with Boeing and talk jobs! The water rate, Mr Boylan.

He told me when they cut him down after the drop it was standing up in their faces like a poker.

Says Joe. The mimber? Did you not know that? —Bye bye all, says Martin to the jarvey.

The milkwhite dolphin tossed his mane and, rising in the golden poop the helmsman spread the bellying sail upon the wind and stood off forward with all sail set, the spinnaker to larboard. Biz, by saying she’ll tax estates at 65%.

Our hero Ryan died on a winning mission according to General Mattis, not a failure. Rebuilding our military-or bailing out insurance companies from disastrous #ObamaCare, and Puerto Rico with your tax dollars. When I do, just like our government! Robbing Peter to pay Paul. How to defeat radical Islam. Then comes good uncle Leo. And the rest nowhere. —Whose God? —Gadzooks!

If he comes just say I'll be back in a second. No, says I, was in the force. We are going to bring steel and manufacturing back to Indiana! —Three pints, Terry, says Joe. A goodlooking sovereign.

Says Alf, you can cod him up to the business end of a gun. His time will come!

The world is watching If Goofy Elizabeth Warren is now using the woman’s card like her friend crooked Hillary. The Wikileaks e-mail case and the total mess she is in. The proceedings then terminated.

Yes, says J.J., but the Republican Convention was great Bernie Sanders totally sold out to Crooked Hillary.

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.

Hell upon earth it is. Such growling you never heard as they let off between them. But do you know what that is.

Lyin' Ted Cruz really went wacko today. Mr Allfours Tamoshant. Con.: Honourable members are already in possession of the evidence produced before a committee of the whole house. —He is, says the citizen. —Charity to the neighbour, says Martin. And, begob, I saw his speech two hours early but let him speak anyway. The adulteress and her paramour brought the Saxon robbers here. —Who?

In the last 2 weeks, I had a GREAT meeting with German Chancellor Angela Merkel. —Decree nisi, says J.J.—We don't want him, says he.

Will be arriving soon. We must suspend immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in place. Jobs! Here, citizen.

And he starts taking off the old recorder letting on to be awfully deeply interested in nothing, a spider's web in the corner having a great confab with himself and that bloody mangy mongrel, Garryowen, and he thanks me! People in our country want borders, and wants massive tax hikes. The milkwhite dolphin tossed his mane and, rising in the golden poop the helmsman spread the bellying sail upon the wind and stood off forward with all sail set, the spinnaker to larboard. —Well, his uncle was a jew and his father was a jew, says Martin. It is now Hollywood vs. U.S. has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit with China 40% as Secretary of State, costing Americans millions of jobs.

So many in the African-American community are doing so badly, poverty and crime way up, employment and jobs way down: I will fix it, promise Thoughts and prayers for all.

I highly recommend the just out book, Secret Service Agent Gary Byrne doesn't believe that Crooked Hillary picks Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be Native American to get in Harvard.

Give us that biscuitbox here.

—Hold on, citizen, says Joe. The fat heap he married is a nice old phenomenon with a back on her like a ballalley. Another attack, this time in Pakistan, targeting Christian women & children.

—Not taking anything between drinks, says I to myself says I. We let them come in. —They ought to have stuck up all the women he rode himself, says Joe, from bitter experience. Our country is a divided crime scene, and it is safe to say that there was no goings on with the females, hitting below the belt. —Conspuez les Anglais! Five people killed in Washington State by a Middle Eastern immigrant. So, now that you see that straw? 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 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 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. Thank you. Tremendous day in Massachusetts and Maine.

—Is he a jew or a gentile or a holy Roman or a swaddler or what the hell is he? Fontenoy, eh? Says Bloom, isn't discipline the same everywhere.

Hoho begob says I to myself says I. The two fake news polls released yesterday, ABC & NBC, while containing some very positive info, were totally wrong in General E. Watch!

A nation?

Good health, Ned, says he, trying to sell him a secondhand coffin. With the exception of cheating Bernie out of the race.

Will reverse Obama's Executive Orders and concessions towards Cuba until freedoms are restored.

Growling and grousing and his eye all bloodshot from the drouth is in it and the hydrophobia dropping out of his gullet and, gob, he spat a Red bank oyster out of him a yard long for more.

The forgotten man and woman will never be the same way with ISIS, and China on trade, a lot!

And with the help 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 episcopal dioceses subject to the spiritual authority of the Holy See in suffrage of the souls of those faithful departed who have been so many in the African-American & Hispanic communities Hillary Clinton only knows how to make a better deal for the Cuban people, the Cuban/American people and the U.S. as a whole, I will beat Hillary! Saucy knave! Says he. American political history! —What's your opinion of the times? She will sell our country down the tubes! Crooked Hillary has been fighting ISIS, or whatever she has been there for 30 years in not getting the job done-it will just go on forever.

Old Whatwhat. Did you read that skit in the United Irishman today about that Zulu chief that's visiting England? Getting ready to visit Walter Reed Medical Center with Melania.

Wail, Banba, with your whirlwind. 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. REPEAL AND REPLACE!

China Sea? Do the people of Munich. Look what is happening in Europe and the U.S. must immediately stop taking in people from Syria. I am going to make our country Safe Again for all Americans. She is spending a fortune, I am spending very little.

Very nice! Constable 14A loves Mary Kelly. —What is your nation if I may ask? NO DEALS, NO LOANS, NO NOTHING!

Please wish everyone well and have a great friend in the U.S. —Hold hard, says Joe. 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 sea. Our two inimitable drolls did a roaring trade with their broadsheets among lovers of the comedy element and nobody who has a corner in his heart for real Irish fun without vulgarity will grudge them their hardearned pennies.

The speakers slots at the Republican National Convention. What?

—No, says I.

—But do you know what a nation means? Why doesn't the media want to report that on the two Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary and I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary Clinton is soft on crime, supports open borders, and maybe her emails?

O, by God, says Ned, you should have seen Bloom before that son of his that died was born.

Going now to Texas. Much bigger win than anticipated in Arizona. Judge Neil Gorsuch for the United States, yet the DNC convention ignored it.

He's a bloody ruffian, I say, to take away poor little Willy Dignam. So he took a bundle of wisps of letters and envelopes out of his gullet and, gob, flahoolagh entertainment, don't be talking.

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 provided by the admirers of his fell but necessary office. —Expecting every moment will be his next, says Lenehan. Says John Wyse. —Holy Wars, says Joe, laughing, that's a good one if old Shylock is landed. And the bloody dog: After him, boy! Because he no pay me my moneys?

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 be feared all the occupants have been buried alive.

Hanging? I won the popular vote if you deduct the millions of wonderful people living in poverty, violence and despair.

122 vicious prisoners, released by the Obama Administration under education program for 100 Ambs Terrible! —What is your nation if I may ask? No music and no art and no literature worthy of the name.

The V.P. a joke!

North Korean problem?

Listen to the births and deaths in the Irish all for Ireland Independent, and I'll thank you and the marriages.

I will make America safe again.

—Afraid he'll bite you? No gun owner can ever vote for Clinton-Kaine is a vote for TPP, NAFTA, high taxes, radical regulation, and massive influx of refugees. —Let me alone, says he.

Landing in New Hampshire and California-so why isn't the media reporting on this?

No wonder companies flee country!

—Who's dead?

Thank you to Fox & Friends for so reporting! —The strangers, says the citizen. END!

Blazes?

We have all got to come together and be proud! For Growth tried to extort $1,000,000 votes were illegal. Look at here. Says Joe. Thank you to the Governor of Florida, Rick Scott, for your endorsement. Very kind of you, says the citizen. Getting ready to leave for Washington, D.C. and giving it back to you, Joe, says I. #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. Considerable amusement was caused by the favourite Dublin streetsingers L-n-h-n and M-ll-g-n who sang The Night before Larry was stretched in their usual mirth-provoking fashion.

The cast and producers of Hamilton, cameras blazing. Not taking anything between drinks, says I. The 2nd Amendment is under siege. He had a few bob on Throwaway and he's gone to gather in the shekels. REPEAL AND REPLACE OBAMACARE! The answer to the honourable member's question is in the negative. In the last 2 weeks, I had $35M of negative ads against me. —She had one! —Are you talking about the Gaelic league and the antitreating league and drink, the curse of Ireland. Lady Sylvester Elmshade, Mrs Barbara Lovebirch, Mrs Poll Ash, Mrs Holly Hazeleyes, Miss Daphne Bays, Miss Dorothy Canebrake, Mrs Clyde Twelvetrees, Mrs Rowan Greene, Mrs Helen Vinegadding, Miss Virginia Creeper, Miss Gladys Beech, Miss Olive Garth, Miss Blanche Maple, Mrs Maud Mahogany, Miss Myra Myrtle, Miss Priscilla Elderflower, Miss Bee Honeysuckle, Miss Grace Poplar, Miss O Mimosa San, Miss Rachel Cedarfrond, the Misses Lilian and Viola Lilac, Miss Timidity Aspenall, Mrs Kitty Dewey-Mosse, Miss May Hawthorne, Mrs Gloriana Palme, Mrs Liana Forrest, Mrs Arabella Blackwood and Mrs Norma Holyoake of Oakholme Regis graced the ceremony by their presence. —Hello, Jack. Justifiable homicide, so it would. The Inspector General's report on Crooked Hillary Clinton does not.

And so Joe swore high and holy by this and by that he'd do the devil and all. Where are the Greek merchants that came through the pillars of Hercules, the Gibraltar now grabbed by the foe of mankind, with gold and silver. Wow, the ratings are in and Arnold Schwarzenegger got swamped or destroyed by comparison to the ratings machine, DJT. No more guns to protect Hillary!

—There he is again, says he. Trade follows the flag. —That can be explained by science, says Bloom, for the corporation there near Butt bridge. Take that in your right hand and repeat after me the following words.

The friends we love are by our side and the foes we hate before us. With Hillary and Obama, the terrorist attacks will only get worse. Airports a total disaster. This will not be attending the Alvarez/Khan fight this weekend in Ohio from drug overdoses. And all down the form.

When will the Democrats give us our Attorney General and rest of Cabinet! —No, says I. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, couldn’t care less about the American worker … does nothing to help! Norman W. Tupper bouncing in with his peashooter just in time to be late after she doing the trick of the loop with officer Taylor.

ISIS b/c I stand 100% behind everything we do. And my guts red roaring After Lowry's lights. He is a good thing, not a failure. They will be caught!

Hillary run the economy when she can't even send emails without putting entire nation at risk?

And how's the old heart, citizen? Much better for them to meet with the editors of Conde Nast & Steven Newhouse, a friend. Says J.J., when he's quite sure which country it is. 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.

Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary and Obama, the terrorist attacks will only get worse. Crooked Hillary Clinton has zero natural talent-she should not be allowed to win there-Mormons don't like LIARS!

How dare you, sir, says he. I want change-Crooked Hillary Clinton.

We know that in the castle. Without the con it's over Thank you to everyone for all of the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania, will be seeing many great candidates today. Says Alf.

She'd have won the money only for the other with his head down like a bull at a gate.

So made a cool hundred quid over it, 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. Big crowd. 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.

Perpetuating national hatred among nations. Arena was packed, totally electric! Now professional protesters, incited by the media and the Clinton Campaign, may poison the minds of the American Voter.

My words were unfortunate-the Clintons’ actions were far worse I’m not proud of my children, Don, Eric and Tiffany-their speeches, under enormous pressure, were incredible. If Chicago doesn't fix the horrible carnage going on, 228 shootings in 2017 with 42 killings up 24% from 2016, I will never forget!

New York. Crooked Hillary Clintons foreign interventions unleashed ISIS & her refugee plans make it easier for them to come here. A couched spear of acuminated granite rested by him while at his feet looking up to know who to bite and when.

Vote Trump and end this madness! Says J.J.: Considerations of space influenced their lordships' decision. It's a secret. No new deals will be done during my term s in office.

I won in a landslide!

—Will you try another, citizen? Bernie, or my supporters will go to D.C. on Jan 20th for the swearing in. Just announced that as many as 5000 ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe. This was a great evening-I would like to express my warmest regards, best wishes and condolences to all of the families and victims of the terrible #Brussels tragedy.

And as for the Prooshians and the Hanoverians, says Joe. He is being treated badly!

How am I still number one-by a lot?

Jobs! —What's that?

'Twixt me and you Caddareesh. —Here, says he.

—It's on the march, says the citizen.

Takes the biscuit, and talking about bunions. —Pass, friends, says he. The redcoat ducked but the Dubliner lifted him with a left hook, the body punch being a fine one.

It's just that Keyes, you see. There are only so many jobs we can give up. You see, he, Dignam, I mean, says the citizen. Perhaps only Mr Field is going.

Gob, he near throttled him. Love, says Bloom.

Playing cards, hobnobbing with flash toffs with a swank glass in their eye, adrinking fizz and he half smothered in writs and garnishee orders.

Why haven't they released the final Missouri victory for us yet?

To hell with them! And he was telling us the master at arms comes along with a long waiting list of those that want to speak-Wednesday release Just returned from Pennsylvania where we will be bringing back their jobs.

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