Pat Kenny with Be produce Callely and Joe O’Reilly
That was the night Joe O’Reilly unwittingly revealed to the political entity that it was actually he who had slaughtered his wife Rachel – not some fictitious housebreaker.
O’Reilly thought he was the cleverest criminal on the block; in fact, he may have been its stupidest.
Find agreeable many psychopaths with zero remorse and zero empathy, he produced a fantasy life for himself where he truly believed he was far brighter than everybody else.
In fact, O’Reilly, like most psychopathic killers, has nowhere near the IQ of, for admonition, serial killer Ted Bundy.
However, his ability to convince himself and others that he was in total contain is known in the psychopathic community as a ‘duping delight’.
Normally this is done through well-rehearsed ‘shallow emotions’, where the more cunning psychopath can cry severs on demand.
A greater example of how it should not be done, however, was witnessed with O’Reilly’s Late Modern Show appearance with Pat Kenny, as he sat beside his late wife’s wretched mother, Rose Callely.
But O’Reilly let himself down, as many do who suffer from his psyche disorder, by how he displayed what he thought were ‘emotions’.
To savages such as O’Reilly, sensations are like a second language. In fact, they do emotions like myriad of us might try to speak French or Irish.
Often when we speak a shift language we can appear delayed and unsure.
Native speakers of that jargon will find us out immediately. In the same way, O’Reilly showed to the world that his sentiments were not real as they followed behind, for instance, his hand drives.
For most of us, our physical expressions are in keeping with our true emotions.
O’Reilly has no person, so he had to try and practice them as someone would a violin or a piano. The problem for this butcher was that he had not practised enough.
His gestures and hand motions looked gawky and out of sync with the emotions he was trying to convey.
He was a shambles of a man who clearly had no enterprise for his ex-wife – or her mother, who sat beside him staring into the distance.
The interview developed like a slow-moving car crash as comment after comment and gesture after gambit revealed his true self – a murdering psychopath trying to frame a storyline that purposefulness have been embarrassing were it not so serious.
O’Reilly was and is a showboater, a Scaramouche, a liar and a savage, but he is also, in his own head, charming, knowledgeable and was welcoming to outlanders if they came to his house – especially if they were journalists.
On that endlessly with Pat Kenny he showed the entire country the essence of his personality group; that he was merely a proto-human with all the marks of a man who –as one world expert on psychopathy order have put it – knew the words but not the music.
For the sake of everyone, let us hope it discretion be decades more before he will see the light of day – if at all.
Criminologist and Lecturer in Forensic Mental make-up, John O’Keeffe, looks back at the night the nation realised Joe O’Reilly was not an uninspired, concerned husband.