Desmond Fennell was Ireland's finest modern intellectual. Luckily for dissidents, his body of work also lays out the essential intellectual project of modern Irish Nationalism.

By outlining a pragmatic path toward unity, this article aims to ameliorate the fragmentation that plagues Irish Nationalism.

It was said that the young fellow turned a Catholic after that.

Nationalists lack the unified platform and resources necessary to capitalise on the general public’s hostility to mass immigration.

Will European civilisation ‘go gentle into that good night’ or will we grit our teeth and face the music?

A clever ploy to assuage public scrutiny, carbon offsetting perpetuates a cycle of ecological destruction under the guise of sustainability.

These weapons put behind you:
hide henceforth your curling hair;
do not bare that white breast
that spares no living man.

Against tokenistic half-measures, let us prove to Fine Gael that the Irish are not a foolish people - vote for nationalists on June 7th!

The EU, empowered to regulate very large online platforms by the DSA, threatens to stifle legitimate discourse and muzzle dissenting voices.

By preserving Gaeilge, we preserve a unique perspective on the world, a perspective that is rooted in the landscapes and traditions of Ireland.

O wise men, riddle me this: what if the dream come true?
What if the dream come true? and if millions unborn shall dwell
In the house that I shaped in my heart, the noble house of my thought?

In the time of the White-boys, I often heard my father say that no man of the name of Mullen, Moloney or Staunton was allowed to join or take the oath of the White-boys.

Only time will tell if Ireland’s vox populi, against massive establishment efforts, will continue to find its voice.

The Irish nationalist John Mitchel advised the Irish in America to assimilate or face an unhappy fate. Feeney is characteristic perhaps of that unhappy fate.

We are an island, off an island, off the edge of Europe. We have never faced immigration issues on this scale before.

Feeney's films exalt in themes of tradition, family and community as no other American filmmaker ever has. His evocation of social cohesion in the transience of social ritual is often sublime. But is it a facade?

We would no Irish sign efface,
But yet our lips would gladlier hail
The firstborn of the Coming Race
Than the last splendour of the Gael.

Roche stepped out of a bohreen with a sword in his hand and said, “I defy any two men single handed and no person will dare pass.”

In Ireland every poet we honour has dedicated his genius to his country without gain, and has given without stint, without any miserly withholding of his gift when his nation was in dark and evil days.

Feeney established a tradition of cinematic poetry, steeped in Irish race-memory, which his ancestral homeland ought to have embraced.