Imagine this cunt thinks its Presidential material .Where would he get the Senators or TD to Nominate Him .What ever happened to the allegation of him Raping the Girl From Walkinstown ?
Conor McGregor has called out Bertie Ahern, Enda Kenny and Gerry Adams for a 2025 presidential election showdown.
The mixed martial arts fighter stoked speculation that he could make a bid for the presidency in 2025 when he made a post on X on Monday sharing a picture of the two former Taoisigh and the former Sinn Féin president.
You know a country is in trouble when DIRT like this has political ambitions .
DESTINY | Roy Curtis: Katie Taylor must end Conor McGregor links to grace hallowed turf
What could be a more fitting tribute than 80,000 fans descending on the GAA's HQ to serenade Ireland’s favourite sporting female
Roy Curtis
Today at 10:30
It didn’t require the meteorological gloom of our lost poet Shane MacGowan’s Rainy Night in Soho to facilitate her coronation as warrior queen, the measure of Ireland’s dreams.
On a feverish, deathless late summer London afternoon in 2012, the mercury inside the ExCel Arena molten, Katie Taylor advanced to a point way beyond the normal metrics of national admiration, affection, even devotion.
She announced herself as Ireland’s lamplighter, an athlete who – via the radiance of a career without equal, together with the unquenchable spirit with which so many joyfully identify – garnishes the road ahead in uplifting brightness.
A fighter, an agent of violence, who is somehow also a gentle healer. At once a storm and a salve.
Lifting her audience from slouches, mending and rehabilitating her ringside congregation at their essence, even as she pummels rival after rival into submission.
Some 4,133 days since Olympia bowed to the majesty of her fists and the pulse of her blood, the tailwind of her achievement and the pristine river of her personality continues to wash a jet of reviving air over the public psyche.
A week ago, aged 37 and rising above fearful laments for her apparently ebbing skills, she delivered her towering, masterpiece achievement as a professional.
In avenging May’s loss to the ferocious Englishwoman Chantelle Cameron, Taylor arrived at another landmark, becoming only the third undisputed two-weight champion, male or female, in boxing history.
Long before this latest pugilistic miracle, Katie had forged a rare, bone-deep connection with the Irish people.
She is beloved, a beautiful listed building bettering the landscape, a woman who, by virtue of her achievements and the way she carries herself, soars beyond the prevailing cynicism of the age, a unifier who compels the multitudes to care.
Her story, written in champion’s calligraphy, is virtually complete, bar one final, glorious and deserved punctuation mark.
A Croke Park coronation.
For the longest time, I have surrendered to a spine-tingling image of Katie on a Croke Park ring-walk, the great coliseum packed and pulsing with roused humanity, the evocative closing lines of that song piercing the night sky as the Bray Minerva steps between the ropes.
“For tonight, at last, I am coming home. I am coming home.”
An explosion of light and sound, a fever of pride, identity and belonging burning through 80,000 souls.
Katie at Croker would be one of those generational, immortal, national coming-together gatherings.
Something precious and eternal and existential, dwarfing boxing, bigger by a factor of ten than sport itself.
A nation reaching out to embrace, to express its gratitude to a phenomenal woman, a pathfinder, an inspiration.
It would be the arc of Katie’s immense career arriving at its natural capstone. A thunderous third eve in the company of Cameron that would supercharge the land of her birth.
Elsewhere on these pages, colleague Seán McGoldrick forensically, logically outlines the barriers to such a seismic, overdue celebration.
The GAA are understood to have some security reservations about acting as host.
Eddie Hearn, Taylor’s promoter and, even after the millions generated by her talent, fluent in the language of the poor mouth, continues to advance his absurd notion of the Irish Exchequer subsidising such a mega-event.
A major complication, one that would have to disappear, is the presence – both as sponsor and loudhailer wielding figure in the background – of Conor McGregor.
Taylor's links with McGregor don't sit well. Photo: Mike Blake
Among the more divisive figures in Irish life, Katie at Croker simply cannot and will not happen for so long as McGregor has even the smallest connection to proceedings.
Currently, under investigation by the authorities examining whether a series of X/Twitter tweets around the recent shameful Dublin riots could be regarded as incitement, GAA authorities are hardly alone in regarding the author of such divisive language as persona non grata.
Broadcaster and columnist Tommy Martin distilled the matter down to its essence when he wrote: “While Katie Taylor only won her rematch with Chantelle Cameron on a majority decision, the verdict on Conor McGregor in the minds of decent Irish people must surely now be unanimous.”
It remains an anomaly that Katie, such a pathfinder for young women, who trades on her evident decency and moral values, seems content to maintain links with an individual who has continually ventilated misogynistic and racist and inflammatory views.
A man who is the subject of a civil case taken by a woman and her mother for alleged assault.
One who made odious and cruel jibes about broadcaster PJ Gallagher’s mental health, who challenged the great Paul McGrath to a fight, who punched an elderly drinker in one of his pubs.
His erratic online behaviour at a dark and dangerous moment in Irish life has provoked widespread outrage in civil society.
Unlike the increasingly alienating McGregor, Katie is universally admired.
A statement from Ireland’s most cherished athlete distancing herself from the sometime MMA fighter would be among the more powerful acts in a career bursting with weighty moments.There have been some reservations about Taylor’s capacity to sell-out Croke Park, with the agnostics pointing to the difficulty in shifting in the region of 10,000 tickets for last week’s 3Arena show.
But that is comparing black to white.
Katie at Croke Park would be an event that transcends boxing, a moment of national hysteria, a fitting opportunity to celebrate a woman who has touched so many lives.
The avalanche of entirely justified hype that would snowball if such a spectacle could be agreed would create unstoppable and thrilling momentum.
It would become a must-be-there occasion for ordinary fans and event-junkies alike.
If Garth Brooks can fill Croke Park for five shows, surely Taylor can pack it to the rafters for a single crowning night of nights?
There is something of the song in the way Ireland watches Katie.
A Croke Park night would be a last, eternal crescendo to the music of her bewitching career.
Just contemplating such a booming apex is enough to trigger what the writer Joseph O’Connor calls “the pierce of a spear of longing” in so many Irish hearts.
For what could be more compelling than an advance to hallowed Dublin terrain, the sacred soil of Irish sport, to serenade the measure of our dreams.
