“Article 41 of the Constitution was always a watered down version of what lay-Catholic organisations, the religious hierarchy and prominent intellectuals mentioned earlier were advocating for.”

'He Who is wrapped in purple robes,

With planets in His care,

Had pity on the least of things

Asleep upon a chair.

A few more years and a tradition where Seventeenth Century poets, Mediaeval storytellers, Fathers of the Church, even Neoplatonic philosophers have left their traces in the whole poems of fragmentary thoughts and isolated images will have vanished.

The family is the nucleus from which nations grow and sustain themselves. If Ireland is to survive, we must be committed to its protection.

Land and power was a zero-sum game back then, the fortunes of a lineage were fickle and tied to a fortunes of a single man. The winner took it all and the loser lost everything. These lineages are living historical records, testaments to ancient conquests, bloodshed, war, to victors and the vanquished.

Media technology gives us effectively infinite access to share and consume content, but this has not resulted in some cultural golden age, only a culture of permanent re-runs and sequels and throwbacks. So we can reproduce but cannot produce, imitate but not create, and this can only be a bad sign for the health of current Western culture.

God of heaven, bless our banner—nerve our sinews for the strife!

Fight we now for all that's holy—for our altars, land and life—

For red vengeance on the spoiler, whom the blazing temples trace

For the honor of our maidens and the glory of our race!

Despite the Western fetish for pouring scorn the concepts of authoritarianism, dictatorship, and totalitarianism, this concept aptly describes the system within which we live today.

In three days' time, Cuchulain with a moan

Stood up, and came to the long sands alone:

For four days warred he with the bitter tide;

And the waves flowed above him, and he died.

"I'll tell you how you'll find out whether it is a fairy changeling or not" says he "when you go home tell him that Gort na Pisha is ablaze".

For Ireland, it would be another nail in the concept of Nationhood. After expending the lifeblood of Irish nationalists on at least five separate conflicts in the last century, to allow Britain’s establishment to again rule the island, directly and indirectly as the case may be, would be a reversal the Irish Nation may not survive.

It has become typical of the liberal mind, however, to show disdain and disrespect to the Faith of their ancestors; a Faith many generations risked life and limb for. We come from a people that chose not to take the soup.

And we'll swear by the thousands who, famished, unfed,
Died down in the ditches, wild-howling for bread;
And we'll vow by our heroes, whose spirits have fled,
And we'll swear by the bones in each coffinless bed,
That we'll battle the Briton through danger and dread;

Blue Velvet is ultimately a movie that carries concepts that Eraserhead left of at, cultivating a more accessible, real yet spiritually dark, violent, voyeuristic and erotic insight into the mythos of the American Dream.

For Havel, the very act of dissent is inextricable from the desire for truth. The dissident lives in a society where information is falsified, censored, and distorted pursuant to the whims and objectives of the communist system. This omni-obfuscation affects all domains of human life, ranging from economic information and religion to cultural expressions of national identity.

The earliest record of Irishmen in South America are Juan and Tomás Farrel, two brothers who were part of an expedition led by the Spanish conquistador Pedro de Mendoza.

After having established himself as a litigator to be reckoned with, Quinn turned his eyes to the land of his father. The Gaelic revival and Celtic Twilight entered their stride at this time. Griffith said that the Gaelic league attained vitality once it attracted idiots and geniuses alike to its ranks – Quinn belonged indubitably to the more cerebral quarter of its support base.

Tá teagasc na Gaeilge báite i deasghnátha an stáit agus gan telos ceart taobh amuigh de ghnáthamh scoile.

“The Little Green Fields” is a painting I saw upon my first trip to the National Art Gallery a couple of years ago. I too had it in my head that all modern art was bad until I saw this.

The images, as described by the artist, are “Hypnogogic pieces inspired by Astral experiences and Gaelic myth and folklore set in familiar locations.”