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WONDERFUL WIZARD OF OZ FOR PINHEAD PADRAIGH

Even Jaysus Had a Go at the Moneychangers !

In pinheadbanger O’Reilly’s bizarre world, one episode was titled “Pinheads or Patriots.” A “pinhead” is someone who doesn’t subscribe to O'Rally’s “traditionalist” beliefs and a “patriot” is somebody who does. "We believe anyone who sings Christmas songs is patriotic, but they are challenging that." "Anyone who sings Christmas songs is patriotic?" 

PINHEADER  Bill O’Riley who earlier lashed out at  The Simpsons for branding a Fox News helicopter with the slogan, “Not Racist, But #1 With Racists.”  The helicopter was flown in a  episode blasting Fox News.  Or, as O’Rally said, the Simpsons are “Biting the hand that feeds them.”

O’Righty  even attacked Fox himself, claiming the fear-bating channel,  popular with mentally challenged bigots, fundamentalists, self-loathing haters and racists of all stripes, allowed it’s cartoon characters to “run wild.”

Homer Simpson, says O’Really  is just another of those modern homegrown plastic paddies or too  “Silly-arsed eejits on Fox that pose as journalists, reporters, and sluts,” adding, “You run wild! You run wild!”  Simpson also criticized the “female face of Fox,” Megyn Kelly, announcing “She has a giant head, and giant silicone… hair;  and she’s all dirty and everything.” 

Phuck's sake O'Reilly, Xmas songs  are for drunks, fools and children, bless them all. Anyway I am in the land of Buddha, so Phuket.

REBELS VISION OF IRELAND POST REVOLUTION ?

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KILL THE IRISHMAN

In British Occupied Ireland, like conflict zones all over the world, the most vulnerable are the people of no property, and their children are the ones who pay the heaviest price in such Imperialist wars of invasion. The W.A.S.P establishment (White Anglos Saxon Protestant) establishment in North America were taught by the British Empire, before they were forced to depart partially, how to use torture and child rape as a political tool of control and oppression. The British Empire themselves learned it from the Roman Empire. Occupied Ireland was Britain's first colony and for more than 800 years has raped, tortured and murdered like it did in its other subsequent colonies all over the world, where children of the people of no property, were the ones who suffered most of the pain of violent occupation and still suffer today in both scum states of Occupied Ireland. This Ireland's inheritance from 800 years of British Imperialist crime.

The other Imperialist power in Ireland, the Roman Catholic Church, several hundred years ago, did a deal at Maynooth with the British Monarchy in occupied Ireland, that in return for giving the Church large amounts of property and the right to practice their religion, on the condition of teaching the native Irish to accept British occupation, including child rape as away of life from both occupying Imperial powers in Ireland. Since that time the fast track to political, legal, business, civil service, media career success in Occupied Ireland, was  and still is, systemic participation in the rampant rape of Irish children. The politicians are at it, the bankers are at it, the corporates are at it, they are all at it, while the parents stand idly by and let it happen.




The other way to the top of a very savage tree is a career of crime, in the two scum Irish States, run by political criminals, policed by criminals, described by media criminals, financed by banking criminals, legalized by judicial criminals. It's a totally rotten criminal island of two scum states, where children eat from rubbish bins when they are not being raped and where all decent people have to emigrate.The Irish psyche sub-consciously has little respect for authority or community law because of centuries of Imperialist savagery in Occupied Ireland. It will require a full blown revolution to change this culture of ambiguity, in what people of no property regard as the two British compliant criminal scum states of Ireland.

The reason Child Rape is still politically correct in Ireland and enabling it legal, is that as a result  of blackout political censorship by the British secret services, ignorance rules. The Irish collaborators of MI-5 in the Irish media mafia, help control public perception of reality in both parts of Ireland, including pseudo anti-establishment indymedia, with blanket censorship of political dissidents and traditional Irish republicans, combined with a political diplock internment coveyor system, ensuring that all of Ireland, has remained to this very day, a backward political backwater, where legalized paedophile enablers are in all of the establishment's political parties, without any accountability raping the country's finances with impunity and enabling the continued rape of more and more Irish children everyday. The UN children's agency UNICEF, has produced a report showing the huge divide between children of rich families and children from poor areas, with regard to child mortality.

Genuine activists or journalists who have campaigned on this matter or transparency, are either assassinated or imprisoned, while a glut of fake leftists, highly paid by the establishment, attempt to diffuse, undermine or create the illusion of progress in the cause of the people of no property.The order 'Kill the Irishman' is still issued from London, Belfast and Dublin to this very day, despite the pretence of the broken Belfast Agreement. Criminality is legalized in both of Ireland's British compliant Scum States, described 'systemic' in the multi-billion euro Murphy Report and now in the totally dysfunctional bankrupt, banking system bankrupted by the political cronies of all the principal political parties. 

Kill the Irishman directives still apply today to the few remaining honest truth tellers not yet murdered, along with those who have given their lives for physically preventing child rape, in the Ireland of two scum states. Both scum states must be challenged and the cancerous establishment removed. A new Ireland based on the blueprint of Eire Nua put in place, to empower the people of no property, to take ownership of their birthrights in their own country, in an Irish form of International socialism. No one has the right to censor it, prevent it or usurp it. Those who attempt it, are an enemies of the people and children of Ireland.

GENERAL FUCKWITTAGE

"Serious fuckwittage" Bridget said loudly. 
"Yeah" agreed Shaz, "that guy's buried himself in his own fuckwittage."

A couple of years ago the former director of the FBI Louis Freeh, attacked Britain's MI5 for its "long and painful history" in British Occupied Ireland. He told the Wall Street Journal that the spy agency's operations in Occupied Ireland had been decades of "secrecy and non-transparency" and he argued vehemently against any such agency being established in the States.


MI-5 which is officially known as the Security Service is based in appropriately named Holywood, in British Occupied Ireland, where they are supposed to be the intelligence gathering arm of the British paramilitary police the PSNI but are in fact the de-facto government of Occupied Ireland, with an elected filtered executive in the province, to rubber stamp their polices and create the illusion of a semi-democratic single party state, in what is in reality is Ireland's second British compliant scum statelet.


Mr Freeh openly criticised MI5, which worked with the FBI intimately in operations against the IRA while he was FBI director. The FBI published Freeh's comments in a Press release on its own FBI website. Freeh angrily in the strongest possible terms, rejected arguments by a neo-con federal court judge Posner, that the United States needs its own version of MI5. Mr Freeh described the idea as "dangerous and dumb".


He said "Judge Posner's citation to England's MI5 is romantic enough but needs to be qualified by the long and painful history of its operations in Northern Ireland, which are still unfolding after decades of secrecy and non-transparency." Warning that such an organisation could not in any way be trusted by the US public, he accused Judge Posner of giving a " long winded thesis" that had no bearing in reality.


Freeh argued incorrectly, post 9/11, that the American public opinion would never tolerate a CIA-type organisation working against its own US citizens or non-citizens "who live and work under our flag. I suppose that this secret-police agency would appear before Congress in closed sessions and operate with a black budget," 


Freeh who resigned in 2001 after ten years as FBI director, previously worked very closely with British spying agencies, such as MI-5 and MI-6 and obviously had an intimate knowledge of how British secret services really worked. He had serious confrontations with President Bill Clinton, because of his efforts at prosecuting US-based IRA members. President Clinton and the former FBI chief had fierce, shouting, exchanges over Bill Clinton's refusal, to allow the prosecution of four Miami-based IRA gun-runners.


If a hardliner such as Freeh, had such a poor opinion of MI-5, it begs the question of what kind of a fuckwittage junta, is really running British Occupied Ireland, presently.

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INGLAN IS A BITCH - NO BLACKS, NO DOGS, NO IRISH

Jimmy Rabbitte--Manager of the Commitments--Testifies

Then Jimmy spoke. --Rock an' roll is all abou' ridin'. That's wha' rock an' roll means. Did yis know tha'? (They didn't.) --Yeah, that's wha' the blackies in America used to call it. So the time has come to put the ridin' back into rock an' roll. Tongues, gooters, boxes, the works. The market's huge.

--Wha' abou' this politics?

--Yeah, politics. ----Not songs abou' 'Fianna fuckin' Fail or annythin' like tha'. Real politics. (They weren't with him.) --Where are yis from? (He answered the question himself.) --Dublin. (He asked another one.) --Wha' part o' Dublin? Barrytown. Wha' class are yis? Workin' class. Are yis proud of it? Yeah, yis are. (Then a practical question.) --Who buys the most records? The workin' class. Are yis with me? (Not really.) --Your music should be abou' where you're from an' the sort o' people yeh come from. -----Say it once, say it loud, I'm black an' I'm proud.

They looked at him.

--James Brown. Did yis know -----never mind. He sang tha'. -----An' he made a fuckin' bomb.

They were stunned by what came next.

--The Irish are the niggers of Europe, lads.

They nearly gasped: it was so true.

--An' Dubliners are the niggers of Ireland. The culchies have fuckin' everythin'. An' the northside Dubliners are the niggers o' Dublin. -----Say it loud, I'm black an' I'm proud.

He grinned. He'd impressed himself again.

He'd won them. They couldn't say anything. (Doyle, 8-9)

Ania Loomba -  “Various English administrators such as Edmund Spenser, John Davies, or Fynes Morison describe the Irish as wild, thieving, lawless, blood-drinking, savage, barbarous, naked; these are also the terms routinely used to describe New World Indians” (2002, 41). The subsequent protracted history of colonialism, exploitation, hostility, and violence, leading to the partition of the island under Home Rule in 1922, obviously exacerbated an already bitter situation.




The very British  Dr. Johnson defined bogtrotter in 1755  as “one who lives in boggy country,” a term which has been applied to the Irish as far back as 1682 in reference to “an idle flam of shabby Irish Bogtrotters” in the Philanax Misopappas , “Tory Plot” It implied an Irishman to denote the political label when Tories originally referred to Irish outlaws, robbers, or bandits.


The term blarney from Blarney Castle near Cork, has  negative connotations of “soft, wheedling speeches and flattery to gain some end” since its appearance in Francis Grose’s Classical Dictionary of the Vulgar Tongue (1785). A quotation from Walter Scott in 1796 states that the flattery is transparent: “I hold it … to be all blarney”

CHILD RAPE IN A REPUBLIC

Best Poem Chosen by Voters to Describe Child Rape

Walking in my nighty; rubbing my eyes
My fathers sitting on the sofa with his friend
He pats the seat in the middle; i sit
Shivering so cold; a quilt he lends

"Jessy you love me dont you" a smile; his
Their breathe spirts weep
"Daddy you know i do; what is it?"
He smiles at his friend; his hand creeps

His friend takes my hand; looks me in the eyes
Daddys creeping up my nightie; cold hands
I try to pull his hand away; grip is strong!
They look at one another; nod; something planned

I feel my palms sweat; Daddys under my knickers
"Daddy im going to bed! Night" Pulling again
But there grip is to strong for weak me
I look at both; and ask, who are these men?

His fingers going up me; pulling away
His friend leans forward; a kiss? Why?
His toungue moving mine; my eyes squint
Lean back and away; "Why are you doing this?"

No answer, i feel the pain inside me; him
Chucks the quilt on the floor; me to
I try and scamper away, but im not fast
"O Daddy please, i love you"

His friend; pulling at my nightie
And my Dad pulling my pants down
His friend pinning my hands to the floor
As my Dad lies himself on the ground

I squirm; as Daddy friend pulls me up
And places me ontop of Daddy; thrusts within
I cry; i bite; i scratch; i slap; i fail
"O Daddy please you win you win!"

I can feel my skin rip; my virginity breaking free
I can feel the blood seep down my leg
"Daddy your hurting me please"
I plead to him and his friend; not even a beg

Daddys laughing; why does he laugh?
His friend shoves himself in my mouth and moans
Tieing my hands togather; moving in and out
"Ride me Jessy" He laughs and groans

They smile at one another; laugh to
They roll me over and spread me wide wel
My daddy sits on my face; himself in again
While his friend talks and pushes himself inside

I can hardly breathe; i gag for air
I cough and splutter; cry and weep
I beg and plead; but its no use
Theyve already made me hurt and bleed

I stare into his eyes; that look upon me
This is not my Dad; where is he?
If he was still here; would he care
Would he actually even; see?

Finally they get of and lie me on the sofa
My cheeks blouchy from tears and pain
They play with them selfs; all over me
Rub it in; making me feel the shame

"Why Daddy? Please tell me why?"
Dad looks at his friend; and waves him away
"Jessy i love you" he smiles and kisses my cheek
"Is that all you have in your heart to say?"

He puts my nightie on me
I walks me to my bedroom door
Ever since that night; His friend
And himself every Friday come back for more

"Night sweet Girl; You are my life"
Closing the door, tears still down my face
Still the smell of him and his friend
Fade into me like disgrace


I watch the Moon go down; the sun come up
"Jessy its school" Knocking at my door
I cant help but cry; weep in pain
Because im so scared he wanted more

But one night daddy took it too far
Daddy and his friend came back for one last shot
They were worried they would get caught
So he and his friend took me to a cemetary lot

I was blindfolded and my hands were tied back
"Daddy please!! Not tonight!"
Daddy and his friend both had their last fun
After that i tried to put up a fight

I begged daddy "Please no more!"
All he could say "Shut up you stupid whore!"
Daddy unblindfolded me at last
He said I love you so much

He went back into the car and pulled out a bat
"Daddy I swear I wont say a thing!!!!"
I was dead
After only one swing. . . .
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JACKEEN BOGNIGGER CULCHIE BLUES

The Commitments, the Irish are “the niggers of Europe”, (“That’s grand”} black American music, Louis Armstrong’s “white man”, to be Irish in the twentieth century is to live an extraordinary life, seductions misadventures, close calls, menial jobs, transcendence.

Oh, Play That Thing (2004) Jimmy Rabbitte  in The Commitments, the Irish are “the niggers of Europe”, (“That’s grand”} black American music,  Louis Armstrong’s “white man”.to be an Irish everyman in the twentieth century is to live an extraordinary life, seductions misadventures, close calls,menial jobs, transcendence.A bumpy style for a bitty structure the knack, rare in reality, in the right place at the right historical time,a repository of Irish fortunes.

Paddy Clarke Ha Ha Ha (1993) The Commitments (1987), The Snapper (1990) and The Van (1991) The Woman Who Walked into Doors The Deportees (2008)(Irish immigration) (“I’m getting there. I’m getting there.”)(billed in 1999, as “Volume One of The Last Roundup”), preoccupied with daily survival to worry about politics (“I didn’t even know I was Irish”),accidental Republican revolution skirt-chasing flag-waving, 

 “Fuckin’ Moses” in Celtic mythology: “the man who never gave in or gave up”. “solid evidence, the memory of my eyes” over the conveniences of myth,  idea of the necessary lie or liberating fiction of the commonality of all men “amiable qualities” of human nature equally available to “the finest lord and the dirtiest charity-boy”; “mere men”; and so a man’s character doesn’t determine his fate; it is a matter of luck and timing.

Busy tales, full of malice and benevolence, reclaiming his old misapprehensions from a point of greater wisdom, (“I was talking through my hole, but I believed every word”). (“I was the Baby with No Name”), disposed of for reasons of safety, then rendered irrelevant by UVF bombings, just a civilian, a nameless nobody), different conceptions of time, to Irish poverty (an enjoyable challenge in the 1900s, “atrocious” in the 1980s), and treatment of women, particularly widows.

Different uses and meanings of words like “republic”, whether it is the “republic” which Henry leaves in 1952, the “republic” established or the “republic” “There was a lot of blood poured for that word, republic”. “Did I see the beauty that others saw, in the years that I tended the Northside’s bigger gardens?” “I did like fuck.”self-description of “Thatcher” “The lady, the miserable cunt, wasn’t for budging”.“the soggy bags of chickens and chips at two and three in the morning, no one outside of Dublin knew how to cook a fucking chip”.After Bobby Sands becomes MP for Fermanagh-South Tyrone, “Thatcher would never let a British Member of Parliament die on a hunger strike”.“Thousands of people marched slowly behind his coffin to the republican plot in Milltown Cemetery”.

“The shock and the cold hauled me up from the dead”; “The air trapped the stink with a cold hard hand”. Deaths and bombs arrive suddenly, un-omened as in real life.

James Connolly Lyrics

Marchin' down O'Connell Street with the Starry Plough on high There goes the Citizen Army with their fists raised in the sky Leading them is a mighty man with a mad rage in his eye "My name is James Connolly - I didn't come here to die But to fight for the rights of the working man And the small farmer too Protect the proletariat from the bosses and their screws So hold on to your rifles, boys, and don't give up your dream Of a Republic for the workin' class, economic liberty" Then Jem yelled out "Oh Citizens, this system is a curse

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BOGTROTTER IRISH BLOGTROTTER

Naturally composed corpses of a people who lived around the 4th century BC, in northern Europe in a time known as the Pre-Roman Iron Age. Buried in a peat bogs, which preserved their bodies, known as a bog bodies. Often well-preserved and sometimes mistaken for recent murder victims. Bog bodies retained their skin and internal organs due to the conditions of the surrounding peat.Conditions include acidic water, low temperature and a lack of oxygen, combining to preserve their skin. Most of these bodies show signs of having been killed in a similar manner, indicating some a ritual element, which archaeologists show were the victims of human sacrifice in paganism a matter of debate as the Roman empire had a vested interest in such propaganda


To replace the natural 'democracy' of Pagan tribes and Celtic animism for example, imperialists like the Romans, British and Americans have always known of the vulnerabilities of human Nature and have exploited all cultures accordingly. They have attempted to become the Pole Star to this vulnerabilities of self and create division within smaller tribes supplanting all other conceptions other than their own. That is how slaves are still made.


Heaven is Harmony is Heaven, nothing more and certainly nothing less. One can
indeed "Get It" and turn to thinking like Heaven every day. All the necessary elements are now available on the internet. Most people refuse that approach and carry on ignoring the Light of a kind Creator, who is Just, Gentle, Safe, Omniscient, Omnipotent a Spirit who is All throughout All, despite all of the human sensory evidence to the contrary.
Cultures without a Pole Star are open to exploitation by other hyper-DOings. I choose to be a human BEing which makes me a bad slave for the system of the New World Disorder. Do not be insulted by the reality of it, this is a no-fight, no-blame thing.That is the Rule as explained by my Life Experiences and many teachers.

One who thinks like Heaven but frequently descends down to animal-think like myself, is said by Heaven-thinkers to have "committed a sin". "Sin" is the Roman Latin for "Without". Doing without sucks as the modern Romans, the Yanks say frequently, its an empty feeling despite having everything material. Worse than the inexperienced might ever imagine. Wholeness is not a reality in such a state of cultural schizophrenia and that is why there is "Salvation" and even "Redemption" as the religious would call it, for those who would try to exterminate diversity and the learning process of vulnerability.

One who takes up, to make-do in-the-head, with no trace of Heaven, in their attempts at 'higher mentation' is unlikely to succeed but it is possible. There are clever fakes from historical examples, half-scholars with no experience = no knowledge. Shared experience after the surrender of ego to the possibility of 'Spirit' is the key that opens the door from my experience. Pretending that Ancient Wisdom is "Delusional" and attempting to "medicate" all of it out of ourselves, only inflicts more suffering and ultimately exposes the Great Fraud more quickly, so it is futile to even bother. Yes, that is right. That is what they really said. Just please don't injure or molest any child and trust Heaven, just try to be open a little bit. Deep Down where Nobody Else has EVER known, much can happen in the Receptive Human Neural Net in-the-noggin where forty-two milliseconds of the Real Thing followed by YOUR FREE CONSENT TO CONTINUE THUS in UTTER PRIVACY is all that is necessary for the Transformation, Satori, Samadhi, Illumination, etc.,.that every wise culture has a word for, to take permanent place. Mahatma Gandhi taught his own people, that the lowest Untouchable Sweeper possesses the innate human ability to rise in their own consciousness, to the level of Brahmin (another cultural word for the Thing Itself). Why do you suppose he taught this? Was Mahatma Gandhi a liar? Or might the Grand Old Man of Peace on Earth maybe have actually KNOWN a thing or three regarding Human Nature AND Human Development? Yes there IS Mobilizing Technology for this. Also Printed Instructions. Imperialists have always sought to suppress those Manuals and crush their adherants but to no avail, five thousand years of concerted imperialist effort on. One might be wise to leave the door open to *Mystery* withinones' own self. The YinYangYinYangYinYang of the East and many other Ancient Glyphs. See; Your Pineal Gland for further details. Come out of  your CAVE and READ in DAYLIGHT need a hacksaw my friend?..And that is all the bitch would say. - Anonymous Goodnight, Godspeed, Slan go fomghaill - beir bua - boru                     LINK TO BLOGTROTTER Some day I will go to Aarhus To see his peat-brown head, The mild pods of his eye-lids, His pointed skin cap. In the flat country near by Where they dug him out, His last gruel of winter seeds Caked in his stomach, Naked except for The cap, noose and girdle, I will stand a long time. Bridegroom to the goddess, She tightened her torc on him And opened her fen, Those dark juices working Him to a saint's kept body, Trove of the turfcutters' Honeycombed workings. Now his stained face Reposes at Aarhus. I could risk blasphemy, Consecrate the cauldron bog Our holy ground and pray Him to make germinate The scattered, ambushed Flesh of labourers, Stockinged corpses Laid out in the farmyards, Tell-tale skin and teeth Flecking the sleepers Of four young brothers, trailed For miles along the lines. III Something of his sad freedom As he rode the tumbril Should come to me, driving, Saying the names Tollund, Grauballe, Nebelgard, Watching the pointing hands Of country people, Not knowing their tongue. Out here in Jutland In the old man-killing parishes I will feel lost, Unhappy and aloneLink to Facebook