Death to the world, and the world’s idle praise, —
The faithless saw his faith with evil eyes,
They doom’d him without stain, and here he dies.

"[D]oes Griffith acknowledge the chauvinism of Swift's ilk vis-à-vis the natives of this country"

Immersion Posting possesses a Hobbit mentality; its purveyors recede into the comfort blanket of kitsch before the prospect of grandiosity

Immersion posting consists of chicken fillet rolls, interjecting “ah shur Jaysus, and immersion induced paranoia amongst menopausal midlands mammies.

We'll wake the Harp of Tara's Hall
With music streams once more
And the birds shall ring with freedom
Throughout green Erin's shore.

An Ulster Unionist in the immemorial Orange tradition of: Desmond Tutu, Conor Cruise O’Brien, and the Falls Road’s finest, Boris Yeltsin.

With transhumanism, gene editing, and AGI on the horizon, the importance of The Island of Dr Moreau has metastasised.

A culchie with eyes drunk on violence descends the escalator…

"It became an unchanging tenet of British policy to seduce as well as subdue: to destroy all sense of historical existence."

What happens when the music stops for the rules based global order Ireland has piggybacked on?

It is paramount that the cause of Ireland is fully independent from the corrosive influence of British subversion.

At the end of battle you were not given a memorial

In limestone words nor on a marble grave,

But your name will be a shimmering idol in the hearts of every child,

And your story will be narrated in tasteful Gaelic.

Clergy and laymen alike fought and died together to see Ireland take her rightful place in the nations of the World.

[I]s there more than that one person among all the elected representatives of the country who will stand and speak against the replanting of the ‘Republic’?

An Garda Síochána are being used as a battering ram to force through a reckless immigration policy to the detriment of the local populace.

No more the feet of foemen shall taint our Northern soil,
No more the waving cornfields shall be the Saxon’s spoil.
Our flag no longer drooping, each fold shall now reveal,
And wave for God and Erin and our darling Hugh O’Neill.

The one theme tying these works together is they are representations of what innovative and independent Irish thinking looks like in practice

Their plan was to conquer Canada, force the British Empire to the negotiating table and proceed to trade Canada for a free Ireland.

There used to be great fights and feuds between parishes and baronies long ago, and Adamstown used to be a great place for that.

For them, saving our native identity was an existential matter because without our ethnos… there would be no ‘Ireland’ worth contributing to.