Dr. Howard said:
Rigsby said:
Ireland seems to be the new bellwether in the latest not so subtle globo-homo push.
This seems like Ireland's [CURRENT YEAR]. A mere 4 years after the real [CURRENT YEAR]. In a place no one ever dreamed would be invaded by 'dreamers'.
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You can run, but you can't hide...
Even in rural Ireland.
Interesting, the Irish have long memories and long grudges and this seems to harken back to William the Orange settling the Scots Irish in the north.
Possibly so. For some.
What I picked up from the comments section though was how many people feel they had been played by the whole sectarian schtick.
A few people piped up "The IRA will save us", "The IRA would never have allowed this", "There will be a new IRA to take care of this problem".
And pretty soon they all got shouted down. "The IRA was a Marxist organisation full of touts and traitors - they betrayed the Irish people", "We supported the 'RA for years and where did it get us? They are the ones now responsible for this influx because of their power in parliament", "The 'RA - what a waste of time all those decades of the troubles were. For nothing".
The troubles in Ireland really was a very Dirty War. They didn't call it the Dirty War for nothing. I'm just reading about the British Intelligence Service's involvement there. Bombings were allowed to occur with people dying in pubs, all to protect touts at the highest echelons of the 'RA.
When I was in Ireland, I met with some connected people. They are well known to the security services I am sure, so I'm not saying anything out of turn here. They were hippies and dope smokers. But very connected. They had tentacles that reached all across the country. The guy I stayed with had people turning up every day. No, actually about 4/5 people turning up each day. And they would be introduced to their kith and kin.
Almost a party atmosphere. But never decadent. A few cans. A few joints. The sheer bonhomie of the situation provided the adrenaline rush. These were one people. United. Under a cause.
Nothing was ever explicitly stated. But you knew. And I knew, especially as how I had landed there, and to be accepted in to all that. I had one thing going for me. I was not English. And they grilled me on where I came from, in Wales. I gave them directions. I pronounced the words with a Welsh accent (I speak a little Welsh), and they were satisfied. Most of them. Some, were never satisfied and kept niggling, working away at me, hoping I would crack. I met it with good humour, but never ignored the niggles.
You see. I really am a sympathiser to their cause. I do not negate their struggles, which were and are very real. But I am not a man of violence. If I believed it would work, then maybe I might be. But there are more than moral reasons for me not supporting it.
I was shown books. Propaganda basically. Of the highest order. British soldiers violating the homes of Catholics. It was brutal. No video, just pictures. The long barrels of the Paratrooper's SLRs poking in the faces of crying children. It was potent stuff. Something must have pissed the Irish off.
One side of the coin. Remember the meta game is divide/conquer and your leaders are in on the game and playing you as much as the other side. In fact, in the .pdf I'm reading now on the subject, they turned on each other and betrayed their higher ups to get ahead and get results - they threw each other to the wolves. Shocking stuff. Even for me.
But let's not demonise those British Paratroopers too much. They had a hard job to do. Hypocrisy abounds all around in this Dirty War. And even the Irish themselves were victims of the more brutal thugs who ran the IRA. Those 18 year old lads were in the thick of it. The British Paratroop Regiment is an elite fighting force. It was no mistake that they were sent there to do duty. Whether you agree with it or not.
Some of them now are being hung out to dry, opening old wounds on both sides of the age old argument. All for political expediency, not justice. And no good will come of it. It only makes them hate their masters even more. Even though they would never say that as such.
Those lads saw their mates being shot, found them after they were tortured, and lived in fear every minute of their waking life while they were not just out on patrol, but in barracks, potentially susceptible to mortar bombs and rogue vehicles. And they were hated. They are still hated to this day. But they believe in what they did to this day: that they prevented wider bloodshed.
It was a Dirty, Dirty, War.
But I have a deep platonic love for those British Paratroopers. They are my kith and kin. I make no excuses for the bad behaviour of some of them. And even though they may be hardest of the hard - an elite Infantry Unit where you really are prepared to go first and die to prepare the ground for forces after you - I do believe them to be deeply moral men at their core.
I have met with them and drank with them. And they only presented themselves in the most exemplary of manners. I could never betray them. I would always support them. Wrong or right. These are my people. It isn't the fear of what would happen to me physically that would hold me back from betraying them. It is the shame. It wouldn't be the beatings and the brutality that would ensue that would hold me back, it would be the look in the eye of their sheer fucking disappointment. And I am not of their cadre. Not of their ilk. Not
their kith and kin.
But I still break bread and drink with those who would, and do, celebrate their deaths, if not explicitly, then implicitly.
It's times like this when it's best to keep one's trap shut.
You can't educate a baying mob.
But you can have a certain demeanour. And the higher elders will understand. Because they take no pleasure either, believe it or not, in the killing or maiming or torture of a British Paratrooper. Again, just file it under political expediency. But we all need our 'foot soldiers'. Our 'thugs'. I wouldn't like to come up against them in a bar fight, let alone them being armed with a 7.62mm SLR.
But it was asymmetric warfare. They got to carry FN FAL 'battle rifles'. The 'RA got to plant IED's.
No one wants to go back to that. No one sane, anwyay.
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Today, it's a new war.
And one even Dirtier.
Just how the hell do you fight your own politicians, who aren't even the ones making the decisions about how you are about to be usurped?
Gonna threaten someone?
I don't think so.
The Gardai will be on your ass quicker than any state sanctioned drug dealer or pimp.
Any you also have your own people to fight. Your own family sometimes. Who, having their poor little itty bitty heart strings tugged at the deepest level will come to hate you for being a bigot. But they still won't give up their own spare bedroom to provide space for a dreaming marauder.
Divide/Conquer.
It's never been bettered.
We talk about 'game' here.
But in geopolitics and future projection demographics, Divide/Conquer is the only game in town.
I like the Irish people, a lot. I also like the Scottish. And I can almost spot a Scots Ulster accent when I hear one. To hear someone speak Ulster-Scots is one of the great joys of life. Irish people sounding Scottish. And they never take offense. In fact, they are filled with a little pride that you may think they are Scottish. It is proof of their ancestry. A proud people. But not overly so.
And I've had friends from the most Protestant parts of Norn Iron. Orangefield. Staunch Protestants. Yet they want no part in this Divide/Conquer battle with the Catholics. Often having very close Catholic friends.
Some men are born to hate. Some men just grow in to it and have it thrusted upon them.
I have seen men with the deepest of beliefs, the most profound of convictions, and these are the men that have hated the least, guided by something higher, I don't know what.
On both sides of the lines.
These men are my inspiration.
And our only hope for a new day.
Some of them don't even have God, as such.
But they are guided by him, nonetheless.
