I guess it's conventional wisdom that the Dublin/Monaghan bombings were orchestrated by MI5/Special Branch and that the Loyalists who were fingered just delivered the bombs. Tonto Watt was the U.V.F.'s top bomb maker, but the best he could muster was to stuff beer kegs with sticks of gelignite? Kids' stuff... Even though Martin Dillon doesn't have the balls to intimate that the Brits/R.U.C. were involved in keeping the murder squad in the dark regarding the identity of the Shankill Butchers, Lenny Murphy's being able to lead the cops around by the nose for years on end just stinks to high heaven. I'm not sure Jimmy Nesbitt was instructed to play dumb or else, but it doesn't add up that Lenny Murphy had no problem in having William Moore and Basher Bates do his bidding for so long. Murphy was a clever son-of-a-bitch, but... Especially considering they picked the softest targets possible: Catholics sitting in a bar, simply opening the door to their homes or walking home liquored up and getting brained by a wheel brace and dragged into a taxi and tortured to death. The description of the murders in the Shankill Butchers book made me want to vomit. Really.