“Ireland is really a collection of secret societies. For a rootless young man like myself, this had a strong allure.”

While endlessly intellectually stimulating, informative, and funny, I can’t help but come to the conclusion that Gaeltwitter acts as an incredibly pernicious release valve or playpen

From the ruins of colonization and the drift of postmodern decline, a manorial republic can rise. One that is neither slave to foreign capital nor subject to bureaucratic inertia.

"From Deák to Griffith, the fight was never just for land—it's for the soul of a nation."

Pay respects to your nation and wear your commitment to an Ireland Free and Gaelic on your sleeves.

“Nationalism had proven to be less fickle than Marx imagined; it represented a competitor, capable of accruing the loyalty of the masses.”

The nation-state is exactly what the nationalist fears Europe to be: a centralist regime established upon an artificially constructed identity.

The first instalment of an essay on Friedrich List and Karl Marx, which views their work in light of the revolutionary tumult of the 20th century.

In many ways, we Gaels today are like those lost otters Ó Rathaille laments.

[W]hen they stooped to pick it up what was under the table but the devil.

And to the unemployed right-wingers who praised my article, thinking I was writing to vindicate your lifestyle—get a job, losers. I need your PRSI contributions

“The clock’s ticking, the bar’s laughing, and I hear my name in every corner. Burn this if you find it—don’t let it mark you too.”

The Gaelstát will, as a mirror, reflect the old image of Ireland. The gallant image of Ireland, not the vulgar.

From this point, it is no longer a deep artistic exploration of our day and age, it is just a self-congratulatory middle-class neoliberal fable.

Moreover, I must remind this publication—despite its Catholic-leaning editorial stance—that St. Patrick was the founder of the ancient and esteemed Church of Ireland

Our ancestors did not suffer so that we could throw away the gift of nationality.

Upon completion of my degree, my job hunt was stifled by a persistent anxiety that a friend or a girl I liked would see me in the debased condition of employment, a distress intensified by right-wingers (and my parents) telling me to get a job.

He felt like a gazelle adorned with a Francis Bacon death-mask, bereft of gas in the tank, caught betwixt a Lion pride with their crosshairs set on his jugular and a cackle of spotted hyenas eyeing up his pancreas

The ideal educator was modeled on the poet-academic of Gaelic Ireland, An t-Ollamh, a figure of both intellect and insight.

The Irish diaspora in America has often articulated a de-Anglicised dream of an Irish-Ireland better than those still living on our island.