The Anti-Broadcast and Striving for Nuance

Myself and Morgan Reeves host a weekly show on YouTube, Kick, and Rumble, where we pull apart the latest update to the zeitgeist both nationally and internationally, with a heavy sprinkling of humour and existential reflections. We’re veterans of wrongthink going back to the turn of the century, so we’ve seen that zeitgeist turn over a couple of times – enough to be healthily cynical of “the next new thing.” Tonight of this writing we came up against a manifestation of a beast we knew existed, but was yet an intellectual exercise for us – the lack of nuance in Ireland.

This lack of nuance can be boiled down into one interaction with a regular viewer. The following may seem like a petty isolated piece of Internet drama, but it’s actually a little shard of a broken mirror which is the Irish psyche at the moment, and there’s something to be learned from it.

This was a rough week – our show got struck by YouTube for Hate Speech the Friday prior, over some nuanced comments which could be boiled down to “Why don’t Israel critics just say what they mean – that there’s only one solution for the Jews.” Not a conversation that’s inviting to nuance or context. Furthermore, I have a life, and my wild berry wine brew turned to vinegar, so I was already in a bad mood.

Tonight we were covering Ben Scallan’s appearance on a slop TV show by Virgin Media called Dinner With the Enemy, which pitted minor celebrities and public people against each other. Scallan’s cuckservative middle-of-the-road pretence is a thing to behold unto itself, but our real disgust was provoked by a regular viewer who responded to our analysis of the show’s first subject – immigration. Like many times before, this viewer launched into criticism of us for not being too something for his liking, but this time it was us not being racist enough, stating “Wow yous part of the fucking problem.” I’ve had to put this person in his place once or twice before, for demanding we be X or Y, simply by saying “There’s plenty of places you can go for X and Y, so go there, or make your own show” but this time Morgan and I had enough and bollocked him out of it. Before leaving with his two friends who he does “hang streams” with, one of them told me I should apologise to the man – which I swiftly answered with “No. Go get fucked,” and immediately logged into our BuyMeaCoffee to refund a €3 donation he made last week. We were done with the lot of them, but it derailed our show because, simply put, we’re human – we get offended, we hurt when our dedication to truth and our prestige is questioned, and the few regular chatters still around weren’t “feeling it” either.

What was being demanded of us by this person and his cohort in this particular instance was for us to launch into an uncompromising, unrepentant, Hitleresque speech about how we need to deport everyone who isn’t of Gaelic (or perhaps also Norman and Anglo) heritage, AND NOW – last week, preferably.

The above comment was by one of this cohort in response to Morgan’s reasoning out the above proposition – deporting even thousands of people will trigger a self-defence mechanism in the target population, and worse yet, Ireland would immediately be hit with legal and economic sanctions by the EU, UN, and whatever other global NGO has us by the balls, and if we don’t stop our MASS RESETTLMENT operation, we get the same treatment as Germany got in the 1940s. These people who demand such a thing imagine themselves as David, except this David doesn’t have a sling, nor God’s blessing. They think everyone needs to call for zero tolerance racial purity despite that meaning being depersoned by the regime and laughed at by the majority of the country who still haven’t come to the stage of realising we have a problem.

It’s absolutely looney toons.

The show myself and Morgan host is, as I described in the opening, a largely comedic and existential reflection on the world we live in, because surprise-surprise, we need to laugh at and reflect on not just the world, but on ourselves and our relationship to each other. For a great many it seems that this isn’t allowed, or perhaps even possible – it seems comedy is to be relegated to the purview of regime puppets on RTÉ slop shows and reflecting on reality the purview of Sunday Mass and dusty old books improperly translated from German. It’s a profound sickness endemic to contemporary Irish culture, and although one may not be able to relate to the Naziesque sentiments of our problem-viewer, it still lives within us all to some degree or another. Never once in political discourse do you hear subtly or self-reflection – the closest we get is the piousness of Catholic Conservatism which views faith more as a tool to either extract votes from the Divine or back up our emotional presuppositions about abortion, LGBTQ, and euthanasia. That pool there is in fact a pond – nay, a pothole filled with muddy, greasy water. The dirt of our carelessness.

The Real Epidemic and it’s Consequences

… will be a disaster for the Irish Race

I wouldn’t be writing this if I didn’t see multitudes of our problem-viewer making their voices be heard all over social media. Their demands of 100% repatriation/deportation and their unshakable hatred for every other ethnicity and race is completely understandable to me, but these beliefs are a reflection of the mental wellbeing of these individuals. Rightly, they feel cheated out of their heritage which our ancestors bled, sweat, and cried unfathomable oceans to gift us. Rightly, they see the world around them transform at breakneck speed. Rightly, most of them probably never questioned authority before on a fundamental level until drastic events like the Migrant Crisis of 2015 or the Covid Plandemic (of 2020, in case they make a new one lol). But they may often have completely wrong ideas in their heads, too, because they exist within a regime that proactively gaslights them, leading them to overly rely on the only sources of information responsible for helping them wake up initially – Internet influencers who, in the past 5 to 15 years, have become increasingly and almost completely monetised – people whose livelihoods rely on their relevance in an algorithm which thrives off of anger. A cynical system, built for purpose, which encourages exaggeration, repetition, or even outright lies. I knew this was a problem for sure when an activist who has done a lot for this country recently said on social media that they fear going to this year’s St. Patrick’s Day parade in Galway, lest they get stabbed or blown up.

This is a very real mental health emergency which is being gamed by the very regime which caused it, with claims that disinformation online has to be stopped and that all of the problems these people see are completely fictional. They aren’t completely fictional, they’re being ignored and parlayed into a broader socio-political chess game.
So what happens if we leave this condition untreated? What happens when even more people figure out there’s a common thread to the unnecessary pain and suffering they’ve been subjected to their whole lives?

As I’ve discussed before, Irish society today stands in stark contrast to our pre-modern society in that we have no overt appreciation for subtly. It still lives within us – we have the gift of the gab, to speak in metaphor and parable, and reflect on ideas in our own way. Many of us to this day believe in some sort of spiritual or supernatural reality. But we never externalise this into our daily lives anymore to the point that it becomes part of our society. The closest the common man gets to that is our use of alcohol and drugs, but even that has been moved away from the communal setting of the pub and the hermitage setting of the psychedelic experience, and has been withdrawn into an increasingly pleasure-seeking activity – from drinking in pubs to drinking alone, from smoking weed together to taking cocaine “together.” The last avenues we have for reaching this world of varying perspectives and nuance are being slowly closed off by the Orwellian regime we live under.

Dr. Rachel Yehuda, doctor of psychiatry and neuroscience, conducted a series of studies in both the children of Holocaust survivors and children who were in the womb in New York during the 9/11 terror attacks, with a view to seeing how trauma is transmitted epigenetically through generations. Her findings were revolutionary. The children of 9/11 suffer greater chronic illnesses and mental problems than their Holocaust counterparts, pointing towards one common difference – community.
The Jews have community in spades. Not just social connections, a shared faith, and a shared history, but those generations in particular are more close-knit on an emotional level. The average New Yorker doesn’t talk about 9/11 except when a politician finds it politically expedient to do so or it’s the anniversary. Conversely, the Holocaust is contextualised within the broader Jewish experience and the events are openly discussed.

I’ve always said, and I’m sure my co-host would agree, that the Irish could learn a few things from the Jews – or, perhaps, take inspiration from them to rediscover our ancient ways of sticking together and looking out for each other. Because right now, we don’t have that. We have the Anglosphere and all that brings us – endless work, atomisation, and distraction, with no identifiable social mores or rituals to bind us together. We’ve even kicked out the last vestiges of community when we stopped going to Mass every Sunday.
We’re adrift. We’re strangers. And for many, the only analogue to Mass we have left is going on social media to hear about the latest thing we should be upset about, which brings a sick kind of comfort, because at least we know we’re not alone. But what happens to the children of such people? Even if the abject fear and vitriol of their parents aren’t directly preached to them, they’ll feel it in the very air in their home, in the very cells of their bodies and the vital fluids that compose them. Like Dr. Yehuda’s 9/11 children, they’ll be fucked on a hormonal and cellular level. They’ll instinctively feel the poison of hate and fear oozing out of their parents and families, and who will they run into the arms of for safety? The state and its actors. The fake smiles and empty promises of the ideologues who, although empty and fake, will be the superior of a rotten dichotomy.

From there – Hell.

Conclusion

That was a roundabout way for me to say The Anti-Broadcast isn’t here to comfort you. Comfort, we give, and we give it freely and enthusiastically, but when your comfort becomes out discomfort, and when your preferred and sweet lie comes into conflict with our existential need for truth as your hosts, please don’t fucking complain to us. When we prescribe a medicine, it’s because you’re sick. Take your gripes up with your own sickness.

The Spirit and the Land Cannot Be Separated – A Personal Tale of Redemption

The world can be painful and confusing at times, and most people to have ever lived agree that these two things are the world’s defining features. As if this wasn’t enough, I and many others today struggle with the pain and confusion of a lost spirituality and nationhood. The faith of our forbearers and the security of the land is something we have to struggle to hold onto or perhaps rediscover all over again. The truth is, however, these things are immediately available to us, if our hearts and minds be clear.

Since 1998 the canaries in the depths of the coalmine have been raising the alarm about what we’re now seeing the negative impacts of and what more people are waking up to – our country’s regime of unlimited immigration. Paired with that, more and more of us are mourning a way of life that was lost over recent decades, or perhaps over centuries.
That is the unfolding catastrophe I woke up to in 2015 along with so many others, and which prompted me to establish a YouTube channel and this website of the same name – To add my voice. To record my canary’s death so that others may be aware of the danger. But truth be told, I didn’t have any real answers, only visions of what we lost, unable to find many others who saw the same.

The Encounter

I continued to pursue the most pressing questions in my heart and mind – who are we, where are we going, and what are we doing here? Except in the years after 2015 the need to resolve those questions became more urgent, and the question of “what does it mean to be Irish?” was added to that list.
My journey “randomly” brought me to the Foinn (singular, Fonn) one evening – ancient Irish prayer, sung as opposed to chanted. I didn’t know what I was doing, but I knew it was for a reason, when I listened to Tar a thighearna… Tar a thi at full volume in the solitude of my bedroom, but I instantly fell in love with its otherworldly majesty. So I lay down on my bed and allowed the sound reverberate through me and into my heart – Come, Oh thou Lord… Come Oh thou being.

Laying there with empty mind ready to receive, I saw, almost like I was flying like a cloud or a crow across the sacred landscape of Ireland. The pristine and glorious countryside and rolling hills and mountains, across a crystal stream. I was taken aback, yet didn’t want it to end. The prayer, however, did end, and so did the vision, but this great feeling of love and belonging didn’t end. It stayed with me for the rest of the day.
Later I prepared for bed, when my housemate at the time barged into my room with two cups of tea, as he normally does. We spoke of the mundane things of our lives and the world, until we got onto the subject of death, and he asked “Do you think there’s something after this?” I forget how I answered him, but my final words before almost instantly falling asleep was, “If there is a world beyond, please show me.”

The next day was like any other. I had business in Galway city, but I was walking up Prospect Hill just off Eyre Square and, as I write this now, I can’t imagine what business I’d have on that side of town. It must have been a random impulse. On the footpath I saw something that looked like an alien – some kind of creature in distress, gagging, having thrown up either its innards or perhaps worms. After what felt like a short eternity, one of the dozens of people walking by said “It’s a signet.” I thought, “What the f*ck is a signet?” and quickly Googled the word – a baby swan.
Another man stopped, looked down at it for a second, and said “Put it out of it’s misery.”
I stood there looking in both shock and grief, wondering how a baby swan ends up half a kilometre from the canals and river, when a woman appeared in my periphery, also looking down on this poor thing. Red hair, speaking with an American accent, we got motivated to look into who one calls in this scenario, and we decided upon Swan Rescue. While she was on the phone and I picked up from her tone that there was nothing to be done for the poor thing, I knelt down and said a prayer for it. We commiserated for a while, then she extended her hand and said “I’m Erin,” then took her leave. The poor creature passed away not long after that and I carried on my day in confusion and shock, eventually forgetting it happened.

The Revelation

I had forgotten. Until my day ended and I had peace and quiet to think things over, when it all fell into place.

I had asked a serious question the night before – Is there something beyond this life? If so, please show me.
Whatever compelled me to walk out of my way, up that street (probably for something in the convenience store there), I was guided to this image of abandonment and death. The mighty swan, cherished by our ancestors, the emissary between Heaven and Earth, lay dying in its youth while dozens walked by – not seeing it or wishing they had not seen it as they carried on their daily lives. Whatever thread of compassion alive in me at the time didn’t allow me to walk on by. As I wondered why nobody was willing to help, red haired Erin appeared – an Irish-American woman clearly named after Ireland itself. She probably knew as well as I did that the situation was hopeless, but we tried anyway.

This wasn’t a random and ordinary chain of events, it was a visitation. A thinning of the veil. A condescension of the Divine in the response to openness and a pure-hearted question. The answer was clear: Many may not care, but you do, and the Divine does. You are not alone, and your witness and prayers are not in vain.

The Meaning

This is a story I guarded very closely, as I imagine many people guard such otherworldly events, because I knew or feared that others would think I’m schizophrenic or a liar. But a strange thing happens after you search for the Divine long enough – its presence becomes your new reality, and you find yourself speaking its language and obeying its laws, and eventually what the collective consensus trance has to say doesn’t really matter anymore. Beyond the demands of life (food, shelter, company etc), Meaning begins to be what matters, and you see that this is what truly sustains us, and it’s what so many of us are looking for more, now than ever, in a world that seems driven to strip everything of it. We look for it in all sorts of places and in all sorts of things, but ultimately we are disappointed because everywhere we’re looking tends to be reliant on each other: relationships, religions, media, culture, work, social groups of various sorts, and the country.
We’re broken people, turning to broken people for wholeness.

Don’t mistake me for saying these things aren’t important and we should go live in a cave and forsake the world – they are important. They’re so important that we should take a few steps back and ask ourselves how we can best rejuvenate them.

The body is only as healthy as the cells that comprise it. In a sick body, none of the cells are capable of saving it on their own, nor can they unionise and demand to be healthy. In a human body this is an easy fix – there’s a dictator responsible for the entire body and healthier choices can be made, but in the matter of relationships, religion, culture, and country, there is no such dictator coming to tell us what to do to be healthy again. We have mediators, judges, politicians, bosses, and priests – but they’re all as sick as anyone else, and sadly these people tend to be the sickest among us.
Our sickness isn’t of law, policy, or doctrine – although many of these are rotten, we already found the answer to these problems thousands of years ago. Our sickness is of the spirit. OUR spirit. The one belonging to each one of us.

Now, I told you what I think the ailment is, and you’ll justifiably tell me what the one-shot remedy is. As trite a this may sound, I can’t tell you. I can only point you in the right direction. It’s in our ancestors’ myths and stories, it’s in the oldest of Christian Churches, it’s in the purest of philosophies – all of those things that point to Beauty, Truth, Honour, Compassion, and the celebration and honouring of Creation.

The path is yours to walk alone – but you are never alone.

Ireland For the Irish, Palestine For the Palestinians

The past year in particular has seen the bubbling over of a particularly sinister political divide in Ireland: “Either you’re with us or you’re with the Palestinians.” It’s not unusual these days for every single issue to become partisan, but this one is especially nonsensical and, frankly, disgusting. This week I’ve noticed the tide is turning on the subject, and this is a good thing for Ireland.

“Ireland is for Irish people and Palestine is for Palestinians”

— Jilan Wahba Abdalmajid, Palestinian Ambassador to Ireland

The “To Hell or to Ireland” Incident

A short month after Hamas’ October 7th 2023 attacks, Heritage Minister Amichai Eliyahu said on a radio interview that nuking Gaza is an option, that there are no non-combatants, giving humanitarian aid to them would be akin to giving aid to Nazis during WWII, and that the Palestinians can be sent to Ireland.

Eliyahu was indefinitely suspended by Netanyahu for these comments, and he ultimately resigned after Trump pressured the country into a ceasefire in January this year. He’s described both in Israel and around the world as “far right”, being a member of the “ultranationalist” or ultra-Zionist Otzma Yehudit party, yet he and his fellow party members are still in the Likud/Netanyahu-led coalition.

Picture this: Fianna Fail and/or Fine Gael forming a coalition with a recently-elected Justin Barrett (National Party, Clann Éireann). Or, the Republican Party in the United States forming a coalition with the likes of David Duke (Grand Wizard of the KKK). These are scenarios that simply won’t happen, even if you think Fianna Fail, Fine Gael, and the US Republican Party are right wing. They would simply refuse to form a majority government, even if that meant they wouldn’t form a government. However, Netanyahu’s Likud party doesn’t have this moral problem. While Israel is running smoothly, they’re all friends, pointing toward a shared value system: hatred of Palestinians and the Irish.

Some Irish Nationalists of the I just figured out we’re in trouble 5 years ago variety might be inclined to say that it’s no surprise the Israelis want to flood us with 2 million refugees because of our support of Palestine, which is a pathetic thought process and in no way nationalist, as our sovereign right as a people is to have sympathy for and raise concerns about anyone we wish. Threatening genocide upon us is unacceptable.

The Israeli-Irish Fallout

Up until then Ireland, as a state (the Oireachtas) had never taken any diplomatic or legal action against Israel, although the Left had occasionally and persistently campaigned for peace and for the BDS Movement (Boycott, Divestment, Sanctions), much like the Left has done in several countries around the world. So the threat of genocide by Minister Amichai Eliyahu was particularly sinister, reflecting a base attitude of racism toward our people. Keep this in mind as it forms the backdrop of the following events.

Late December 2023 after an extensive bombing campaign and the eventual ground invasion of Gaza, both of which were already reducing whole neighbourhoods to dust and killing dozens of family members (at times, erasing whole families in one strike), South Africa began a petition to the International Court of Justice (not to be confused with the International Criminal Court, which has the power of arrest and criminal prosecution), arguing that Israel is involved in an on-going campaign of genocide per the Geneva Convention.
January 26th 2024 the Dáil voted overwhelmingly, and across all party lines, to intervene in the case on South Africa’s side. The matter was passed on for legal analysis and depended upon South Africa’s argument being officially submitted to the court. Two weeks before this date, an Irish Barrister had already joined South Africa’s team.
May 28th the Dáil votes to recognise the Palestinian state, meaning Ireland recognises that Palestine is its own sovereign country, but also that the Palestinians are a distinct people with international human rights.
December 11th Tánaiste and Foreign Minister Micheál Martin authorised Ireland’s intervention in the case.
December 15th the Israeli Foreign Minister closes the embassy in Ireland, citing “extreme anti-Israel policies.”

This is an unusual course of events. First and most strangest of all, Israel still maintains its embassy in Johannesburg, the capital of the country which initiated the court case. Secondly, withdrawing your embassy from a country is an extremely serious act, and highly unusual in the history of diplomatic tradition. Even in the heat of war, countries maintain embassies, although highly restricted in order to prevent espionage. Even the US and USSR maintained embassies with each other all throughout the Cold War – from 1947 all the way to the Soviet collapse at the turn of the ’90s. Diplomacy is how we avoid war, and even though Ireland is (allegedly) a neutral country and we share no borders, it’s still necessary, especially in the midst of a legal battle like at the ICJ.

Israel hates Ireland.

The Zionist Infiltration of European Nationalism & the Islamic Infiltration of European Leftism

Palestine does not have its own lobby complex around the world like Zionism and Israel does. You could argue that The Muslim Brotherhood and the United Arab Emirates act as a pro-Palestine lobby, but the bitter truth is that these groups only use the Palestinian cause as a hook into European culture in order to spread their Jihadist and Wahhabism – the Arab world, with the except from Hezbollah in Lebanon and the “Houthis” in Yemen, has demonstrated for the entire world in recent years that it doesn’t care about the plight of the Palestinians. If there was ever a time for Iran, Egypt, Syria, and others to invade their so-called enemy, it was 1-2 years ago when Israel was over-extended, their economy was teetering on disaster, and Netanyahu was politically and legally dangling by a thread. Their inaction has now resulted in a weakened and partially annexed Syria and an increasingly-devastated Yemen. The aforementioned powers were either too cowardly or greedily enjoying “hush money” from Israel to do the right thing.

We Irish, just like the Palestinians, find ourselves being played like pawns by two competing powers: Islam and Zionism. The Muslim Brotherhood and Wahhabist influences (via the UAE etc) operate in the Mosques to spread their Sunni form of Jihad, while Zionist operatives fund and support Nationalist movements across Europe and now have come to Ireland, and I wouldn’t be surprised if the reason Ireland is the second-largest importer of Israeli goods is because of Zionist lobbyists.
The natural impulse would normally be to say “well fuck the both of you, we have problems of our own,” but the truth is that we cannot say that until we root out both of these influences. Whether we like it or not, we’re part of this chess game, and we must also act upon our sense of morality when we see people falling prey to ongoing genocide.

June 7th Cork Protest

This is Ezra Levant, founder and owner of Rebel Media, a Canadian Conservative online news outlet.

Courtesy of Auditing Ireland

He’s pictured here under a canopy of tri-colours looking on with pride and love as Malachy Steenson delivers a speech. One would get the impression Levant lives in Ireland, because he was seen before that Ireland’s largest-ever immigration protest at the end of April, where he confronted ex-National Party leader, now full-Nazi, Justin Barrett, giving him 100,000-times more exposure than he originally would have gotten.

He was also, magically, somehow, in Ireland a year prior for yet another massive protest in Dublin. Here he is investigating the migrant tent city along the Grand Canal, which was prominent in both the news and social media at the time.

Flying between Toronto and Ireland isn’t easy, especially for someone like Ezra who’s a little later in his years and who has a business to run back home.
And speaking of these businesses – they’re not economically feasible. An example of this is The Daily Wire, which is crumbling as we speak. Ezra’s YouTube channel has 1.8 million subscribers, which I must admit I’m one of (I mistake I corrected just now), yet I may watch a video of his once every 3 years, and I’m clearly not alone, because the average view count is about 20,000, as low as 3,000, with rare view counts being as high as 900,000 like his recent interview with British Nationalist Tommy Robinson.

This Social Blade analysis looks healthy and it may well support himself and a few staff, but notice how the only noticeable bumps in new subscribers this month came the days after the Tommy Robinson interview and the protest in Cork.

This image made the rounds on Leftist and “anti-Fascist” Twitter/X after the protest. But these cowards locked down their replies, so nobody was able to tell them that that flag was ripped out of this prick’s hands and they were escorted out of the protest.

The word on the street is that the person pictured with the Israeli flag is connected to Ezra Levant, however that needs a bit more corroboration and maybe even photographs or IDing of the individual in order for me to believe it. However, it wouldn’t surprise me. This is the first time an Israeli flag featured in one of these protests and, if you smell shit, it’s probably because of that dog turd you saw nearby.

Time For Unity

It’s clear that most Irish Nationalists have no time for Zionism. They may not be motivated enough to go out every weekend for a vigil for Palestine and they may be under peer pressure to not be scene within sight of a Palestinian flag, but more Nationalists than not by a great degree are sympathetic toward the plight of these people. The problem is that the Palestinian cause has been monopolised by People Before Profit and other Left wing members of the Dáil as well as counter-protesters who always show up with Palestinian flags.

Is that a valid excuse? No.

But the Left needs to clean up its shop. It cannot afford to demonise a significant contingent of Irish society who, in fact, are Left wing down to their core and soul, and believe in at least 8 out of 10 of Left wing issues.

Irish Unity? They support it.

Water charges? They oppose it.

NATO? They don’t want it.

Social housing? They want more of it.

Racists? They’re not – they’re just tired of being second-class citizens. And they Left are playing a fatal game not recognising that this is, in fact, the truth of the matter, or at least, it’s “their lived experience.”

The Left and Right have more in common than they have differences – in fact, we have a common enemy, and that’s ever-more clear when PBP and other “Left wing” Dáil toads rush to the sides of their Fianna Fail, Fine Gael, etc, colleagues whenever “the Far Right” become the target. Like it or not, “the Far Right” hold the momentum right now, they are “the people.”

I Have Seen the Future (of Ireland) – It is Murder

The following is an essay – a statement of a series of facts and nothing more. It’s not an endorsement of anything or any kind of sick hope or nihilistic wish. It should be taken as a warning of events to be expected.

To understand the future, one must inspect the past.

I. The Ancient Web: Ireland Before Empire

By all indication, before the “beginning of history” when man began to write and record the events of their nations, Ireland was part of and possibly an influential node in a vast cultural “empire” or web of common identities, where someone could travel from Galway, to Lisbon, to Moscow, and even though the language of where he or she went would vary more and more as they travelled, they would still find themselves at home with the people they met. At the very least the Gods of their homeland would be one in the same across this “empire” despite being different in name and providence. They may find themselves in strange and different places, yet behind those differences were the same fundamental beliefs about the world.
This isn’t a utopia I’m describing – it certainly had its wars and suffering, but it was enduring and stable enough for the people of Europe to spread into and survive in the harshest of environments and to develop enduring philosophies of life and sacred architecture which parallel the inexplicable Pyramids and other Wonders around the world.

This is your legacy, children of Europe and Ireland. A world of wonders that co-existed with Ancient Greece and was only fully broken by Rome’s relentless expansion after 500 years of continuous bloodshed. With the rise of Christianity and the collapse of the Roman Empire, Christendom and the Holy Roman Empire was born – of which Ireland belonged to the former, but not the latter. The main reason for this is no different to Rome’s construction of Hadrian’s Wall – the Romans feared expanding into Ireland from their foothold in Britain, much like they feared further expansion north from current-day England into current-day Scotland – we, like the Germanic tribes, were a formidable enemy, even more of a challenge to subjugate than the Celts of current-day England and Wales. As a result of this historical reality, countries like Scotland and Ireland lay outside of the rule of the Pope, resulting in fractures in the “one true religion”, most notably Ireland’s heretical calculation of Easter landing on a different date. At this time, Ireland was still a loose “confederation” of “kingdoms” ruled in the exact same way, except the Old Gods slowly gave way to Jesus – Druids, the spiritual advisors to both the people and kings, became Monks, maintaining their pagan style of decentralised spirituality, yet still slowly adopting the occasional reforms decided by the Cardinals and the Pope in Rome.

II. The First Betrayal: From Laudabiliter to the Free State

Despite Ireland’s continued Christianisation and gradual conformity to the Pope’s version of Christianity, we still drew the ire of the “one true Church” when the expansionist kingdom of England got its first Pope on the throne in Rome – Pope Adrian IV, elected in 1154. Within months, probably weeks, this new Pope issued a Papal Bull (decree or order) that the newly-coronated King Henry II of England had a divine right to invade and subjugate Ireland in order to eliminate these heresies. Historians believe that the decree was outdated when it was issued or at least by time it was acted upon, as Ireland was in the process of reforming, re-enforcing the likelihood that the English Pope gave the English King a religious pretext to claim the neighbouring island as part of England.
There’s a myth floating around which has even been repeated on our national broadcaster at least a few times, and that’s the Rí (chieftain or “king”) of Leinster stole the wife of the Rí of Breifne (around current-day Sligo), with the latter employing English mercenaries to take back his wife. This violation of Irish customs, as well as that of the destruction of religious customs and the elective monarchy system, incited a country-wide coalition to dethrone him. He fled to England, where 12 years later, he arrived back in Ireland with several boats of King Henry II’s army. His foreign army was successful and settled in the lands promised to them, but with the previous Papal Bull (Laudabiliter) in-hand, they began the 800-year gradual conquest of Ireland.

This brings us to modern times. The Medieval era was complex for Ireland, involving an early opportunity for Ireland’s independence, which in my humble opinion was obliterated along with Napoleon’s army at Waterloo in 1815. Although the British Empire’s long-time rival France was seriously weakened, Britain itself was weakened a century later by World War I, leading to The Anglo-Irish Treaty of 1921, reforming Ireland into the “Free State” as a client state (vassal, dominion, etc) under Britain, eventually sparking a civil war, which impoverished and weakened Britain was in no position to put down.

The problem with The Republic of Ireland (symbolised by a tricolour which includes orange (for the Orange Order), as sensical as if Israel put a swastika in corner of their flag) is that it’s a continuation of the Free State, which in-turn is a continuation of direct British rule. Many laws are still on the Irish books dating back to direct British rule, and some dating back to the Free State, with those laws only becoming void or amended by modern legislation. A few examples of these laws, still used today, include:

1. The Lunacy Regulation (Ireland) Act 1871 – Allows the state to seize the property of “lunatics” and “idiots.”
2. The Vagrancy (Ireland) Act 1847 – Allows police and local governments to persecute people for sleeping rough and begging. Introduced to punish the starving evicted Irish for being starving and evicted.
3. The Summary Jurisdiction (Ireland) Act 1851 – Why Circuit courts never have juries.
4. The Fatal Accidents Act 1846 (Lord Campbell’s Act) – Your life is only worth how much money you make.
5. The Explosive Substances Act 1883 – Why you can’t possess explosive substances.
6. Firearms Act 1925 (Free State) – Why none of us have guns (except for licensed hunters).
7. The Landlord and Tenant Law Amendment Act (Ireland) 1860 (“Deasy’s Act”) – Still used to evict people today. A friend of the banks and vulture funds.
8. The Offences Against the Person Act 1861 – Outlawed abortion and sodomy (anal, oral, and non-procreative sex), but still outlaws concealed pregnancies.
9. The Public Dance Halls Act 1935 – Dancing in public can be illegal if the police (formerly known as Gardaí) are educated enough on the law and decide to harass you.

But of course the REAL PROBLEM isn’t the laws on the books themselves, but why they’re there to begin with. The state we live in is a DIRECT carbon copy of the colonial structure which released us as an “independent” nation – not out of charity, compassion, or (God forbid) SHAME, but because it could no longer endure the economic, military, or diplomatic cost of keeping us. Although all legal ties were severed by 1937, it was another 12 years before we declared ourselves as a Republic and, consequently, severed ties with the Commonwealth – a strange, quasi-modern Personal Union union, which many countries like Canada, Australia, and India are still in, which ceremonially recognises King Charles as their head of state, yet seemingly only exists now as an economic bloc. Even though we’ve left that Personal Union, we’re still subject to the City of London, along with our “fellow free nation,” the United States. But that’s different story for another time, but you could always watch “The Spider’s Web: Britain’s Second Empire.”

III.The EU Illusion: Roads Built with Blood Money

Ireland’s alleged freedom lasted a total of 24 years.
My grandfather was among the many who fought for the integrity, dignity, and liberty of Irish people in Northern Ireland and Ireland as a whole. His life was taken by Crown forces in 1972 on the streets of Belfast as he was walking home unarmed. He was spared seeing something happen which he and his fellow IRA and leftists warned Ireland against – joining the EEC (European Economic Community) a year later with 83% of the vote. Not only did he and they see this as a surrendering of Ireland’s economic sovereignty, controlling our tariffs, being subjugated again by Britain as a fellow-member, and the suppression of Irish wages, but they also saw that it would become yet another superstate like the British Empire – and that’s exactly what it became with the formation of the EU in 1993. Since then, Ireland has lost control of its resources, its economy, and even its own laws. Worse yet, it’s slowly becoming militarised, which our Socialist grandparents also rightly predicted. Believe it or not, the Left once rejected the EU as a neocolonial project, along with mass immigration, and a dozen other things which today they fully support. Go figure.

After decades of poverty, the 1990s was our first taste of a decent life when Charles Haughey’s “tightened belts” were loosened. The economically and historically illiterate (see: everyone) mistook this for the economic miracle of the EU. Whenever anyone in the 90s or 2000s criticised the superstate, the inevitable reply was “they built the roads,” when that couldn’t be any further from the truth, and was in fact an inversion of reality. The truth is, the EU is a gigantic inverted Ponzi Scheme, a scam of robbing older members to enrich new members, with the only real winners being the fat cat bureaucrats living or frequently flying to Brussels for talking shops and to plan how to further fleece the decreasing-number of new members as well as the old members of what little left they have.
Ireland built OTHER PEOPLES ROADS with an ingenious plot called becoming a tax haven. Intel, Microsoft, Apple, then later Google and a number of pharmaceutical corporations came to Ireland in order to funnel their entire world’s profit through our generous 12.5% corporation tax, flooding the country with money, increasing our dues to the EU, resulting in the EU giving back to us a fraction of that money earmarked for those roads the EU fetishists lose their minds over. The country was unnaturally flooded with money, both in the government coffers and in peoples pockets, until a series of “unfortunate events” in the form of the banking crisis of 2008 and the subsequent Obama-era clampdowns on corporate tax evasion. It was then that the EU truly fucked us, just like they fucked Greece, by forcing us to bail out the banks and forcing Apple to pay billions in back-taxes (a great wee boost for the exchequer, but hurting our credibility as a tax haven) – the EU knew all along we were a tax haven, obviously, but our new overlord needed the windfall. Our state lawyers fought valiantly to protect the grift, but it ultimately failed. Another layer to the scam was the introduction of REIT (Real Estate Investment Trust), allowing corporations like Blackstone, Kennedy Wilson, and Lone Star to ultimately own about 20% of residential properties, because they could purchase them tax-free. That, and the gas and oil beneath our feet, as well as the fish in our own seas and ocean, sold or simply given away.

IV. The Coming Collapse: From REITs to Roulette

A reckoning is coming, heralded by the re-election of Donald Trump in America and his plan to bring production and tax revenue back to the US – and God bless him for it. The amount of money this country pays out, including the cost of housing the massive amount of migrants we take in every year, as well as the fines the EU imposes on us for not being able to house them all, is all funded by these several layers of scams at our personal expense. The rising cost of your weekly shop and your fuel isn’t just greedy capitalists taking advantage – it’s partly that, but it’s also the early signs of a critically failing market. Since Trump’s ascendancy to power in January, we’ve already lost thousands of jobs thanks to his actions alone, as well as the tax revenue they brought with them. On the horizon looms the ghost of Charles Haughey, warning us that we yet again must tighten those belts, and once again learn how to boil rocks and eat grass for sustenance.

Today, less than 70% of the inhabitants of Ireland are ethnically Irish – I estimate about 63%. This is down from 98 to 99% in 1997. A former (German) President of University College Dublin in 2005 said that the Irish could be a minority in their own country by 2050, which seemed alarmist at the time, but given the dramatic shift in our demographics since then, it almost seems inevitable, especially given the number of IPAS centres strewn about the country, including in Gaeltacht areas where not only must locals compete for housing and other services, but they must compete in an already-losing game to retain our native language.
At some point the coffers are going to dry up. We already think things are bad, with every single public service showing signs of early failure, and with more and more people struggling to find a home, let alone rent one, let alone afford a mortgage for one. The wheels are well and truly coming off, and we’re all doing our best to imagine that it’s not even happening, with some of us invoking the ancient Irish adage, “Ah, shure, it’ll be grand.” But it won’t be grand.
I need you to listen to me very carefully now.

“There are decades where nothing happens; and there are weeks where decades happen.”

– Vladimir Lenin, a popular paraphrase

We live our lives just like we’re meant to – just like our ancestors did, just like the animals in the zoo. Things change in our environment every few years, but we barely notice because our brains alter our perception of change in order to keep us sane. Just considering the rate of technological change alone, if we were living the lives we live today, except with our own brains from 20 years ago, we may just be disgusted with ourselves and yearn for simpler times, because, in truth, our lives now resemble a Black Mirror episode. And that’s besides the increased costs, taxes, and state interferences in our lives.
The point is, change creeps up, then one day it happens all at once. And mark my words, one hell of a change is coming.

Soon, we won’t be able to afford to house, feed, or service our most vulnerable. This includes the tens of thousands of useless eaters we’re currently collecting like Pokémon in our hotels, commercial units, and rental houses (AKA, IPAS centres). An almighty horde of incapable and useless people will suddenly find themselves desperate. Next, you’ll be desperate. If you’re not fortunate enough to land on black in the massive roulette game called “living in Ireland”, you’ll likely find yourself out of a job, on severely reduced welfare supplement, and with food, energy, and accommodation costs that continued to skyrocket beyond anyone’s capacity to keep up with, except for the most privileged. You, too, will become part of the incapable and useless horde. Don’t fool yourself – no amount of rent caps or legislation will save you. Those are plasters/band aids over a malignant tumour. The time for mitigation and cure will have long past, and you’ll then find yourself on a 3rd world island populated by equally desperate people, a large contingent of whom only recently arrived here from not dissimilar conditions – extreme poverty and the brutalities of war. You’ll be at a disadvantage. They’ll hate you for who you are. They’ll want what little left you have.

V. The Savage Grace: Clan vs. Collapse

The smartest thing someone could do in such a scenario (which I totally made up by the way and which has absolutely no basis in reality and could never happen in a million-bajillion years, because Ireland is just that special) is to become part of that horde. At that point, all law and order will have broken down. Our already overstretched “Gardaí Síochana” will be working on a shoestring budget and likely populated by unvetted foreigners working for a fraction of the cost of a native policeman. THEY TOO WILL BE PART OF THE HORDE. At that point they’ll have lost all legitimacy as they no longer can or want to prevent crime and most of your interactions with them will be bribery demands. This is a world where you keep family and friends close, you never ever abandon them because they’re all you have, and you cut the throats of whoever gets in their or your way.

Yes. This is a stark suggestion and it may seem like hyperbole, satire, or the words of a rambling maniac, but the writing is on the wall if you ever care to read it. Collapse happens slowly, then it happens all at once.

When the Sicilians migrated to the United States, they behaved as if they lived in a post-apocalyptic world. Sure, they worked their asses off, but like every other immigrant group they pulled every trick they could to make sure they and their own lived good lives. Eventually, these family structures had to consolidate their efforts in response to law enforcement and other factors, and La Cosa Nostra was born – “Our Thing.” LCN reached its peak in North America in the mid-20th Century, spanning the whole continent. Much like the Irish tanistry/clann system and their own pre-Roman ancestors, LCN was a loose confederation of families which adapted to their circumstances. The ultimate adaptation of LCN was a transition to mostly legal activities, starting with the foundation of the world famous city, impossibly in the middle of a fucking desert, by the name of Las Vegas. LCN adapted that way because law enforcement applied outside pressure and because the US had a functioning economy they could partake in. Ireland, however, won’t be as lucky. There is no EU or even UK or US coming to save us, because most of the world will be in the same bucket, grabbing each others legs trying to climb out. It will be decades, perhaps generations, before we manage to recover anything resembling a civilised economy again.

The interesting thing about the Sicilian mafia is that they were heroes back in the old country. During the harshest times of the Feudal period, where peasants worked the land and paid most of their food and gold to the Lord, who in turn paid the King tribute for being allowed to exploit the peasants, peasants formed “mafias” to protect themselves against egregious exploitation. Families and networks of families learned to trust and rely on each other, basically becoming their own nobility to parallel and challenge the nobility who exploited them, essentially recreating the ancient family/clann-based governance structure of their ancestors.

We’ve come a long way from our ancient roots as a country, and we’ve forgotten many valuable lessons and surrendered many immortal truths along the way, so perhaps the nightmare reality which I’ve just painted for you could possibly be the best thing that’s happened to us in recorded history, much like the best thing that could have happened to Rome is for it to collapse and give birth to the Medieval era and its Renaissance.

Irish poets learn your trade
Sing whatever is well made,
Scorn the sort now growing up
All out of shape from toe to top,
Their unremembering hearts and heads
Base-born products of base beds.
Sing the peasantry, and then
Hard-riding country gentlemen,
The holiness of monks, and after
Porter-drinkers’ randy laughter;
Sing the lords and ladies gay
That were beaten into the clay
Through seven heroic centuries;
Cast your mind on other days
That we in coming days may be
Still the indomitable Irishry.

– Under Ben Bulben, W.B. Yeats