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Warren Buffet's comment on the relationship between sea level and visible nudity is an apt one for Boston College. Now that the tide of deceit has gone out the College narrative in respect of the Belfast Project stands pretty much naked: one high, dry lie which College spokesman Jack Dunn tries vainly to breathe life into. Putting a smile on the face of a corpse is pretty much what Jack does these days for a living. Hardly something that would encourage the average punter to have faith in his friendship.

For all of its conflict resolution posturing over the years  Boston College today stands knowing, although hardly admitting, that its irresponsible handling of the Belfast Project from its inception, as outlined in the Chronicle for Higher Education, has fueled the type of controversy that conflict feeds on. Much of the brouhaha bubbling around Haass, for example, draws on the type of knowledge that BC falsely promised it could keep safe from the type of people who want to use it for purposes of conflictual recrimination rather than peaceful reconciliation.

Brandishing the arrogance seemingly afforded by wealth, college staff attired in their sable fur coats were able to block out the cold house political temperature of the North. It was probably on the basis of such aggressive indifference that they felt they could risk hoaxing their way through legal protocol and set up the Belfast Project. A we are Big Boston and nobody in begging bowl Belfast will dare challenge us' type thing.’ And if they do we will mobilize our law faculty, which was monumentally ignorant of the existence of MLAT, to deal with them. Bravo Big Boston.

I find The evidence of Mr Scappaticci to be
wholly reliable 
Such a dearth of perspicacity has not been restricted to the political. Were it not for the ranting of Jack Dunn, for example, public understanding of College immunity from intellectual life in the North would not be as informed as it undoubtedly is. Had Dunn been cerebrally equipped to intuit the ambience surrounding credibility with anything approaching accuracy he would never have made the catastrophic error of approvingly citing the erstwhile Provo black cloth man, Danny Morrison.

Dunn, all at sea and trying to maintain consistency with his earlier dissembling, most unwisely sought to invite Morrison aboard his sinking ship, the USS Boston College Credibility, in a bid to buttress his charge that I as a researcher on the Belfast project, had interviewed participants in order to nail Sinn Fein leader Gerry Adams. Morrison, never one to decline the offer of a free voyage on the first passing Ship of Fools duly boarded.

Not that I can claim any surprise or pretend not to have relished it. During an earlier TPQ discussion of the matter the question was asked:

Will Danny Morrison now be so stupid as to cite Jack Dunn to back up his own hatred of the oral history project?

To which I responded:

you mean as stupid as Jack Dunn to have ever cited him to begin with? Of course he will be that stupid. I will bet my house on it.

My house is safe. Morrison, vying with Jack Dumb to be Dan Dumber, had already rushed his fences. In a Twitlonger message he posted:

World's worst oral historian project - Mackers & Boston - "Those who have heard the tapes said his work was very weak. Kevin O’Neill Boston College said that he was stunned by how leading the questions were." Jack Dunn

If in need of a laugh, we could be spoilt for choice here: Dumb citing Dumber or Dumber citing Dumb, either way, take your pick as Michael Miles used to say. The jackpot is assured.

Unfortunately for Dumb & Dumber, neither paused to ask Kevin O’Neill what he either thought or had actually said. Nor did they put in the public domain the leading questions so that their readers could make up their own minds as to how ‘stunned’ they should be upon reading them. Dunn, despite being bitten in the butt by paper trails throughout the subpoena saga, learned nothing and probably thought this type of thing would never see the light of day. Morrison just didn’t think.

It is the misfortune of Dunn to belatedly discover, as always, that when the chief witness for the prosecution is a liar worse than yourself …  your case is lost before the jury has time to chant 'Liar, Liar, pants on fire.’

Even more damaging to the Dunn spin is that in order for him to recruit the Wrong Man he at the very least needed to have made him right and rescue him from the manure Boston College professor Tom Hachey had liberally sprayed all over his character. In June 2010 Hachey described Morrison as an ‘unrepentant terrorist’ apparently so beneath Hachey’s own contempt that he ‘had no intention of responding to his itemized email’.

Dunn also failed to explain that Morrison had a very big dog in the fight. His unbridled antipathy towards the Belfast Project stems from viewing it as the catalyst for revealing his malign role in the 1981 hunger strike where his willful withholding of information from dying men was a major contributing factor in six of their deaths.

So what we have is a knave calling a numbskull as a witness and expecting that the outcome of any deliberations after that would be to their mutual benefit. A comedy skit of potential epic proportions: Jesuitical Jack & Demented Dan coming to a theatre near you.

Think Danny, quick. 

Serious as these matters are, it is in moments like this that we find something of the light hearted injected into an otherwise sombre and stressful affair. Normally they have come through the inanities of Jack Dunn. So a double act alongside Morrison was always destined to be of entertainment value. Morrison, duly attired in his fedora, is something of a celebrity idiot in the North. He is usually cited to prove himself wrong not as someone you bring along as proof that you are right. As he knowingly asks 'Sure who would listen to me!' Jack Dunn obviously. Over the decades his penchant for fatuousness, supported by his many public utterances have unfailingly provided a rich vein of material for joke writers.

BC's next project could be a circus. The first two clowns are already paid up members.

Dunn and Dusted

Warren Buffet's comment on the relationship between sea level and visible nudity is an apt one for Boston College. Now that the tide of deceit has gone out the College narrative in respect of the Belfast Project stands pretty much naked: one high, dry lie which College spokesman Jack Dunn tries vainly to breathe life into. Putting a smile on the face of a corpse is pretty much what Jack does these days for a living. Hardly something that would encourage the average punter to have faith in his friendship.

For all of its conflict resolution posturing over the years  Boston College today stands knowing, although hardly admitting, that its irresponsible handling of the Belfast Project from its inception, as outlined in the Chronicle for Higher Education, has fueled the type of controversy that conflict feeds on. Much of the brouhaha bubbling around Haass, for example, draws on the type of knowledge that BC falsely promised it could keep safe from the type of people who want to use it for purposes of conflictual recrimination rather than peaceful reconciliation.

Brandishing the arrogance seemingly afforded by wealth, college staff attired in their sable fur coats were able to block out the cold house political temperature of the North. It was probably on the basis of such aggressive indifference that they felt they could risk hoaxing their way through legal protocol and set up the Belfast Project. A we are Big Boston and nobody in begging bowl Belfast will dare challenge us' type thing.’ And if they do we will mobilize our law faculty, which was monumentally ignorant of the existence of MLAT, to deal with them. Bravo Big Boston.

I find The evidence of Mr Scappaticci to be
wholly reliable 
Such a dearth of perspicacity has not been restricted to the political. Were it not for the ranting of Jack Dunn, for example, public understanding of College immunity from intellectual life in the North would not be as informed as it undoubtedly is. Had Dunn been cerebrally equipped to intuit the ambience surrounding credibility with anything approaching accuracy he would never have made the catastrophic error of approvingly citing the erstwhile Provo black cloth man, Danny Morrison.

Dunn, all at sea and trying to maintain consistency with his earlier dissembling, most unwisely sought to invite Morrison aboard his sinking ship, the USS Boston College Credibility, in a bid to buttress his charge that I as a researcher on the Belfast project, had interviewed participants in order to nail Sinn Fein leader Gerry Adams. Morrison, never one to decline the offer of a free voyage on the first passing Ship of Fools duly boarded.

Not that I can claim any surprise or pretend not to have relished it. During an earlier TPQ discussion of the matter the question was asked:

Will Danny Morrison now be so stupid as to cite Jack Dunn to back up his own hatred of the oral history project?

To which I responded:

you mean as stupid as Jack Dunn to have ever cited him to begin with? Of course he will be that stupid. I will bet my house on it.

My house is safe. Morrison, vying with Jack Dumb to be Dan Dumber, had already rushed his fences. In a Twitlonger message he posted:

World's worst oral historian project - Mackers & Boston - "Those who have heard the tapes said his work was very weak. Kevin O’Neill Boston College said that he was stunned by how leading the questions were." Jack Dunn

If in need of a laugh, we could be spoilt for choice here: Dumb citing Dumber or Dumber citing Dumb, either way, take your pick as Michael Miles used to say. The jackpot is assured.

Unfortunately for Dumb & Dumber, neither paused to ask Kevin O’Neill what he either thought or had actually said. Nor did they put in the public domain the leading questions so that their readers could make up their own minds as to how ‘stunned’ they should be upon reading them. Dunn, despite being bitten in the butt by paper trails throughout the subpoena saga, learned nothing and probably thought this type of thing would never see the light of day. Morrison just didn’t think.

It is the misfortune of Dunn to belatedly discover, as always, that when the chief witness for the prosecution is a liar worse than yourself …  your case is lost before the jury has time to chant 'Liar, Liar, pants on fire.’

Even more damaging to the Dunn spin is that in order for him to recruit the Wrong Man he at the very least needed to have made him right and rescue him from the manure Boston College professor Tom Hachey had liberally sprayed all over his character. In June 2010 Hachey described Morrison as an ‘unrepentant terrorist’ apparently so beneath Hachey’s own contempt that he ‘had no intention of responding to his itemized email’.

Dunn also failed to explain that Morrison had a very big dog in the fight. His unbridled antipathy towards the Belfast Project stems from viewing it as the catalyst for revealing his malign role in the 1981 hunger strike where his willful withholding of information from dying men was a major contributing factor in six of their deaths.

So what we have is a knave calling a numbskull as a witness and expecting that the outcome of any deliberations after that would be to their mutual benefit. A comedy skit of potential epic proportions: Jesuitical Jack & Demented Dan coming to a theatre near you.

Think Danny, quick. 

Serious as these matters are, it is in moments like this that we find something of the light hearted injected into an otherwise sombre and stressful affair. Normally they have come through the inanities of Jack Dunn. So a double act alongside Morrison was always destined to be of entertainment value. Morrison, duly attired in his fedora, is something of a celebrity idiot in the North. He is usually cited to prove himself wrong not as someone you bring along as proof that you are right. As he knowingly asks 'Sure who would listen to me!' Jack Dunn obviously. Over the decades his penchant for fatuousness, supported by his many public utterances have unfailingly provided a rich vein of material for joke writers.

BC's next project could be a circus. The first two clowns are already paid up members.
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2 comments:

  1. Tain Bo7:56 PM, February 21, 2014

    Reading Dunn and Dumber I was brought to a sudden halt by the “Think Danny, quick” Kangaroo court which give me a laugh as that about sums up the article.

    Happy Jack certainly should get a laugh at himself which just goes to show sometimes higher education is only a perch for the so called learned to shite from and in this case Danny should check the top of his hat.

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  2. Robert12:11 PM, February 26, 2014

    Anthony,

    Whats the difference between a shipwreck and Boston College?

    A shipwreck preserves historical information.

    A very enjoyable and entertaining read. Cleverly constructed,funny and as with your other satirical works - moreish.

    'USS Boston College Credibility' with Captain Implausible aka Jack Dunn at the helm no less, Commodore Hachey, O'Neil et al having last been seen floating off with the other flotsam and jetsam reciting Coleride's 'The Rime of the Ancient Mariner' - "Instead of the cross, the albatross / About my neck was hung".

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