PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT

In September 2011 my Children were stolen from me whilst I lay disadvantaged then as now Terminally-ill with Throat-Cancer. The Oncology Social Worker Department at the Beaumont Hospital albeit unknowingly alongside the aegis of Family Court in Dundalk colluded in this singular familial deception. Thus resultant in my being furnished an arbitrary barring order from my family home the day of my discharge onto the streets of Dublin for a period of two years. Eviction more precisely to the bus-stop outside the hospital with no access to cash money; as my 'joint' bank accounts had been emptied the previous evening by persons known and/or unknown. This soulless discharge from so-called Health Executive Service HSE care via the Oncology Department at the Beaumont Hospital was commissioned and put into effect solely by mere unsubstantiated gossip, hearsay and slanderous accusation ergo without one shred of evidence being forwarded by the appellate nor asked of me to the contrary and/or any reputable referee on my behalf.

It is now my intention to bring the matter into the Peoples forum for adjudication by the People not simply on my own behalf but also for that of lawful provision of benefit to the People and its constitution. Inclusive of and notwithstanding those myriad other alienated parents so affected by the iniquities of gendered state judiciary and its innate bias toward the male partner in personal adult relationship breakdown in this or any matriarchal power based society. Particularly one so embroiled as is the Republic of Ireland long governed by dogmatic foreign religiosity that in essence perceives the female of the species as alien and our children long before conception as commodity. At one revered mother figure immediately at odds with that religion through its educational stranglehold on the male spousal counterpart thus sanctified and further endorsed by such ingrates infected; as inexpensive street whore.

Today it is Christmas Day 2012. I sit alone at the table of celebratory feast of Jesus born without child. I like he ostracized by the very society that willingly condemned his body to suffer the indignity of crucifixion and ultimate corporeal death. A revolutionary mind alien in concept still to the majority of good roman citizens. A Jew who authored the bible with which you now thump your craw in times of fiscal famine; the search of its truth long since abandoned to the vagarious of your survival. Survival above that of all other species long bartered as human slave and fodder in sure and uncertain hope of your resurrection long since past into time and pointless histories.

It matters not the consequence of my nor your action only that of inaction. The People now gather in the Halls of Mochta. A new golden age of enlightenment is upon us. The dawn of Republic is no longer virtual, a fragile concept, an aberration of dissent it will soon defeat and then make whole the Peoples sovereign Republic; that defeat now ensconced firmly in penultimate conclusion. As is the long awaited homecoming of all my children.

© Séafra Ó Ceallaigh December 25^th 2012

Dads Justice International

© Beyond Monastic musings in Mochta's halls ~ In paradisum deducant te Angeli

 

The Hall of Mochta

 

EQUABLE PARENTAL RIGHTS vs BEHAVOURAL MODIFICATION an observation

EQUABLE PARENTAL RIGHTS vs BEHAVOURAL MODIFICATION an observation

‘To modify behavior, good behavior must be reinforced and poor behavior must be punished. The fundamentals of behavior modification can be used to increase desired behaviors in any individual, regardless of functional level. For example, an individual who wants to quit smoking cigarettes, or a parent who wants her child to consistently make the bed, may use behavioral techniques to help achieve those goals.’

THE WAY FAMILY COURT WORKS fastrack

The 10 stages of applying for custody guardianship access through the family in-camera judicial system.

First you will stand alone in court wholly ignored.
Second you will be told to sit down and to keep quite.
Third muttering will be heard then an adjournment will be announced.
Fourth a local ‘social workers’ report is ordered re: your suitability as an ex-partner. Not as you will ‘think’ your suitability as an equal parent.
Fifth you will be ordered to come back in three months and attend an anger management course for your own good.
Sixth you will attend the ‘local’ court-approved* Neuro-Linguistic Programming Hypnotist.
Seven you will receive a tummy-tickle for good behaviour and not be given a reach around for bad behaviour.
Eight your so-called psychological report will be read out in court three months later.
Nine everyone will burst out sniggering oblivious you will listen intently to this quasi-psychological jargon all the while observing the ‘what did I tell you look’ on your X’s face.
Ten you will be told to come back in three months.    

See Change Practice* Coaching versus Counseling

Counseling pays a lot of attention to a perceived ‘problem’ in a person’s life and focuses on the effect of the past on the present – on the event which has caused you to feel the way you do about yourself and life at present and about resolving your feelings with the tragedy or trauma. Coaching differs from counseling in that the focus is more on finding solutions, the here and now and on the future rather than dwelling on the past. Because of this goals and behavioural patterns tend to come more under the spotlight. Also, in coaching there is a more equal balance of power between the coach and their client than would appear usual in a patient/therapist relationship.

Many coaches, including ourselves use NLP to assist their clients make the changes they desire. Neuro-Linguistic Programming provides a tool-box of techniques which enable people to make these changes easily and rapidly.

Maurice Kelly and Berni McGuill (See Change Partners) are accredited Family Mediators (Friarylaw), certified CMA Life Coaches and NLP Master Practitioners (Certified by Dr. Richard Bandler)* with backgrounds in Sport and Social Care respectively.

Dr. Richard Bandler* "The effectiveness of my Strategic Mind Messaging™ sessions increases significantly when combined with the augmented light and sound technology of BrainFit.

Richard Bandler, co-developer of NLP, also known as Neuro-Linguistic Programming, conducts NLP seminars, NLP workshops, and NLP training seminars internationally. He continually develops new human change technologies.

Richard Bandler's seminars & workshops include Neuro-Hypnotic Repatterning™, Design Human Engineering®, Persuasion Engineering®, Personal Enhancement, Charisma Enhancement®, Hypnosis, and others.

Description

Neurolinguistic programming (NLP) is aimed at enhancing the healing process by changing the conscious and subconscious beliefs of patients about themselves, their illnesses, and the world. These limiting beliefs are "reprogrammed" using a variety of techniques drawn from other disciplines including hypnotherapy and psychotherapy.

Origins

NLP was originally developed during the early 1970s by linguistics professor John Grinder and psychology and mathematics student Richard Bandler, both of the University of California at Santa Cruz. Studying the well-known psychotherapist Virginia Satir, the hypnotherapist Milton Erickson, the anthropologist Gregory Bateson, and others whom they considered "charismatic superstars" in their fields, Grinder and Bandler identified psychological, linguistic and behavioral characteristics that they said contributed to the greatness of these individuals.

Research and general acceptance

Although some physicians and mental health practitioners employ principles of neurolinguistic programming, the field is generally considered outside of mainstream medical practice and academic thinking.

Precautions

NLP is particularly popular in the self-improvement and career-development fields, and some trainers and practitioners have little experience in its use for healing.

Neurolinguistic programming,

A complementary therapeutic strategy based on the premise that thought is a representation of sensory experience and that behavior can be modified to achieve a desired result by changing the patient's thought patterns and mental strategies to give the patient more choices in problem solving. It is used for behavior modification and the management of psychosomatic disorders and stress.

Mosby's Medical Dictionary, 8th edition. © 2009, Elsevier.

© Various electronic sources

© Séafra Ó Ceallaigh an observation 2012

Dr. Richard Bandler Co-Founder of Neuro-Linguistic Programming

Maurice Kelly and Berni McGuill See Change Partners

Eald is þes eorðsele under actreo ergo an old earth cell beneath an oak tree

Eald is þes eorðsele under actreo ergo an old earth cell beneath an oak tree

Ic þis giedd wrece bi me ful geomorre, minre sylfre sið. Ic þæt secgan mæg hwæt ic yrmþa gebad siþþan ic up [a]weox, niwes oþþe ealdes, no ma þonne nu; a ic wite wonn minra wræcsiþa.

Anonymous 960-990 AD

In a thousand years nothing has changed. The human condition remains the same. I live alone not through choice but by familial decree. Exiled in kinship I walk the streets alone. In sadness I sing of myself now longer accessed of neither hill nor headland in guardianship of the tribal seas. The Sun that I traverse is infinite and leads full circle far beyond the grave. Such isolation derived of stone once borne by water etched now with exhalation tormented further; fore-sworn  as inherent of sin. The hermit will succumb to those entreaties, of state, of church and contemplate 'err long into the dark and frozen light of your encapsulated dawn.

The iron fashioned by the artisan prevails in torment of this fragile assemblage of soul the exclusion of which is then made complete. The gavel strikes. The chains embrace. The deed completes. I lay down my weary head. The phantasmal at the feast.

The hallowed walls of which we speak consumed. Blue chromaticity of light. Bereft of cosmic time. Of wintered fire. Denied the ritual of life banished, silenced; the earthworm tutored in speech is then struck dumb.  However; the erstwhile maggot pristine in silvered Armor though baited on hook will demand its payment in full.

I seek out only the pagan traveler of northern waters sailed with striped cloth and tempestuous wind in search of clan devoid of ice-flow, flood and encroaching plurality.

The dark age falls upon Rome once more, banished, surplus to requirement of heaven and/or hell.   Memory at odds with tradition full circle regains balance and fortitude of renewed beginnings. The golden age of enlightenment spews forth nacreous indulgence of a truth. A truth long harbored in mind and soul albeit obscured by mist and ritual in appeasement of your chosen messiah. Freedom speaks of struggle, of tortured body, of sin, of corporeal regret; but neither of word nor deed. The gilded sword sacrosanct fired with steel to cleave the unjust without compassion is told a lie in the hands of the pilgrim.

The pilgrim in search of a truth. Innate truths fundamental to human existence denied by its prefabrication of civilization proved alien by the shadow mongers in dominance of control. The barricade has small purpose in barbed-wire, in surveillance, in soulful retreat, as the hoards amass to defend the gates of hell. I turn my achromatic hide toward the blinding Sun to endure the energies of rebirth survived of destruction and disease. Transmogrified into being by your callous thought   and misrepresentations of my progeny.

The slave market thus thrives become commodity you endure in darkness become afraid at the thought of crucifixion and will acquiesce with outstretched palms. The children have gone trafficked then as now in search of Caesars coin and its amazement.

We are told this is the way of light. That we should live in a truth. A truth not of our own making. A truth not of knowledge. A truth compiled in covert diligence of others. Beset as before and ordered to conclusion on foreign made shore. I attest my trials now confessed. The warlord thus thrives. I among them rejoice in blood, skin and bone; but not upon your wounded flesh in defense of a truth. The barbarian is remained content within on prospect of the dawn. The myriad loves made more tangible in procreation equally sired without regret. The gathering of souls, of ritual, of slaughter, of opulence, of sharing, of defense, of tribe, of life.

© Séafra Ó Ceallaigh 07 December 2012
  

On Why? alternative-media is worse than state-media because with few exceptions IT is Shite

In the new golden age of digital-enlightenment the quest for knowledge and/or a truth continues on much like the Star-ship enterprise replete with Klingon postiche that can end only in your reality beyond the Stars? And/or below ground zero. Energy that exists throughout all your lifetime's once self-activated that is and not as is presupposed released by the arrival of complex Messiah's of legends told; now long passed into childhood-histories.

I listen. I observe. I say often to the adjacent-wall albeit with tackiness in flux “fuck! me are these people brain-dead or what?” whilst surfing the latest state-alternative mass-medium radio-broadcast. The wall prefers no-comment in this equation but in tandem with the ceiling which I am allegedly often to be found dancing upon both look at me with disdain. But no bother you get used to an empty room when you are as insane as I am.

Can we? Could we? Would we? Then can I? Could I? Would I? Then can you! Could you! Would you! Hammers and/or nails thus fly hither agus thither in the true and uncertain hope that this one is the big one. Climbing down from my divine designer hand-made blood-stained wooden-iron inverted-cross which coincidentally cost me far in excess of thirteen in number pieces of sterling-silver and/or a shilling via the King. Thereupon; I now call upon my humanoid-Munchkins to let me explain further the mysteries of the alphabet.

The singular word communication becomes lost in translation as does the colloquial word of *fart when applied in conversation and/or action particularly so in public areas. The singular word of comment on the other hand will unleash a veritable flood gate of mindless greeting to one another; totally at odds with the broadcast intention of empowering their 'listener-ship'?

The answer to this half-remarkable question of what I hear most vocally expressed is the desire for an alternative communication that can be accessed by them to be held in 'proper' contention of state-proliferation of propaganda at a cost of zillions; allied with political-fiscal-religious-personality covert-agenda and that is the relatively inexpensive method of internet.

So what is it then that I am listening to? I ask myself. Is it not alternative-media as they so fervently desire already set before them. Can we? Could we? Would we? Conjoined phrases so often expressed within the realm of political schoolyards when a child and yet still promulgate of their supposed maturity into adult citizenship.

Fastrack: Citizens Arise? You now hold the creative expertise, the technological means, the virtual World @ your finger-tips. What more of need is required. Ergo. Listen* thereby Communicate*

Alternatively await the second-coming. Crucifixion to the right. Next?

Legend ***

*com·mu·ni·cate (k-myn-kt)

v. com·mu·ni·cat·ed, com·mu·ni·cat·ing, com·mu·ni·cates

v.tr.

1. a. To convey information about; make known; impart: communicated his views to our office.

b. To reveal clearly; manifest: Her disapproval communicated itself in her frown.

2. To spread (a disease, for example) to others; transmit: a carrier who communicated typhus.

v.intr.

1. To have an interchange, as of ideas.

2. To express oneself in such a way that one is readily and clearly understood: "That ability to communicate was strange in a man given to long, awkward silences" (Anthony Lewis).

3. Ecclesiastical To receive Communion.

4. To be connected, one with another: apartments that communicate.

[Latin commnicre, commnict-, from commnis, common; see mei-1 in Indo-European roots.]

*lis·ten (lsn)

intr.v. lis·tened, lis·ten·ing, lis·tens

1. To make an effort to hear something: listen to the radio; listening for the bell.

2. To pay attention; heed: "She encouraged me to listen carefully to what country people called mother wit" (Maya Angelou).

n. An act of listening: Would you like to give the CD a listen before buying it?

Phrasal Verb: listen in

1. To listen to a conversation between others; eavesdrop.

2. To tune in and listen to a broadcast.

[Middle English listenen, alteration (influenced by listen, to list, listen; see list4) of Old English hlysnan; see kleu- in Indo-European roots.]

listen·er n.

*fart (färt) Vulgar Slang

intr.v. fart·ed, fart·ing, farts

To expel intestinal gas through the anus; break wind.

n.

1. An often audible discharge of intestinal gas.

2. An annoying or foolish person.

Phrasal Verb: fart around To fool around; fritter time away.

[Middle English farten, from Old English *feortan; see perd- in Indo-European roots.]

© Séafra Ó Ceallaigh 29 November 2012

 

In the beginning was the word and the word was Alienation

In the beginning was the word and the word was Alienation

''Parental Alienation is defined as the deliberate attempt by one parent to distance his/her children from the other parent. A parent who has been alienated from his/her child will continue to pursue a relationship with the child. The parent will attempt to communicate on a regular basis, will send emails and cards. The same parent will use the court system to fight the alienating parent and retain their legal rights to a relationship with their child. The alienated parent is not a parent who gives up or gives in.'

In contemporary society when the concept of personal relationship fails in opposition to the two partners involved; it becomes bankrupt as any fiscal-business one cares to name devoid of all positive emotion and/or singular regret. However; it no longer being a joint venture the warring factions eventually disengage and as the animal crawl away into familial comfort, their continued interference and self-justification of event thus exposed. The belligerent generally foreswore in all innocence their testament to basically anyone that will listen that they did all they could to maintain the relationship to a point beyond even that of human endurance.

The injured party will attest no more to the adage “Whatever happens between you and me. I will never stop you seeing the children.” The reverse of this lackluster sentiment becomes immediately apparent soon as one finds ones arse landed on the stone cold streets outside your once harmonious rural, urban and/or city conurbation. The law does not apply in such circumstance. The deliberate expulsion of one partner over another simply depends on gender. The first to enact, most likely a female, a personalized summary-eviction from the home is the one that gets to stay and to get away with this anomaly of human-kind. All one has to say to obtain support for ones action is that you are now made afraid by your actions against the person you just lobbed out on to the wintery streets.

It is as though a failed personal relationship rests easier in the mind of society to be publicly put forward as a criminal offence in itself. When interpersonal communication is lost the process further inhibited by inequitable law and human-right of the alienated parent to continue on fully involved with the lives of their children; as they have done equally so since the day the children were born is lost. The belligerent carry on their life as though nothing has changed and continue on self-assured that the expelled parent will eventually 'go-away' as in a magic-trick; or perhaps die from some unimaginable disease you would not wish upon your former mother-in-law?

The Alienated parent spends their waking hours devising ways with which to communicate their undying love to their children. Devising ways that are always rejected by the belligerent parent be they a simple 13^th and/or 16^th birthday card marked return to sender and/or a notice on face-book in a sad yet Soulful attempt at 'reaching-out' across the great digital-divide. The list of rejections is endless to fastrak simply imagine your own course of action if and when you are found in similar circumstance.

The Alienated parent will traverse the town-scape in the vain and uncertain hope they may catch a glimpse of their offspring albeit at a distance; so as not to further 'outrage' the belligerent parent. They may sit on a bench for hours and not even in the right place nor at the right time because of the ensuing bully-boy tactics of the local garda; when it be reported by a 'third-party' you are sat 'illegally' on a public-bench watching your life go down the proverbial toilet or simply walking down the street.

The Alienated parent will endure all that is aimed at them even to the point of imprisonment to demonstrate to the world at large their unique love for their children. There can be no justice in the family-court because of its inequity. How can justice be seen to be done in-camera law when there is no law to protect the constitutional and human rights of the unmarried parent in society; regardless of gender and/or origination of apportioned blame at the initial downfall.

The Alienated parent will continually ask the question “What I have I done wrong?” and often wonder who it is that is 'actually' being abused by this unresolved attempt by the belligerent parent to alienate the other poor sop who fell for it all; including the machinations of state-judiciary. Conversely the belligerent parent need say nothing other than words in the negative without recourse as to meaning to affect complete alienation of the other. Ergo in the eyes of vested familial third-party interest and/or so-called family law, mediation service will prove a complete lack of resolve in the 'best interests of the child'. And furthermore as it so often turns out to be in reality resolved only in the 'best interests of the belligerent parent' resulting in complete and total alienation of the other.

The belligerent parent does not 'move-on' they remain stagnant, silent, cowered, hidden in replication of event “They did this that and the other to me” “They frighten me” They are aggressive” They are violent” They are abusive” They hate the family cat” therefore I wised-up and threw my partner out. And somehow along the way the children agreed with me that it was the 'best course of action' in my circumstance.

The belligerent parent need not prove anything at all simply state the 'facts' in spoken, written and/or in unspoken body-language terms; all is alleged, all is made vulnerable in interpretation, all is assumed to be a true and sworn accurate account of unproven event. A tear here, a tremble there and Bob's your uncle all is done and dusted; the silenced subsequently cannot speak; cancerous voice-box or no.

The belligerent parent maintains their requirement to continue on the necessity of public support and justification of their privatized 'winter of discontent' devised solely to afford social acceptance of the original action of summary expulsion from an alleged former happy family-home of the now alienated parent; made wholly surplus to that requirement.

The Alienated parent is remained with just the one option. An inviolable option. The continuing love of their children. A love never faltered. A love freely offered since conception. A love proven innate. A love not for the bargaining within the realm of state-judiciary, personalized antipathy and the process of letting go of failed adult-relationship. Adult relationship more normally based upon fiscal-transaction, social-standing, vainglory, egocentricity, emotional-blackmail, learnt-behaviours passed down by generational fuck-ups of the 'previous' parental-kind.

When I was a kid I said. “ We all know what Dad did Ma' but what did you do?”

more to follow 'The alienated parent is not a parent who gives up or gives in.'

© The Misery Industry 2012

Do solo Mammona cogitant, quorum Deus est sacculus

In the beginning was the word and the word was jurisprudence ~ Do solo Mammona cogitant, quorum Deus est sacculus

In contemporary society those enabled with judicial power over the individual live out their one existence embroiled in fiscal acquisition therefore luxury lifestyle that one may more easily attest to when found the good citizen wholly resident of Fairyland. Jurisprudence on the other hand fails miserably when that vague concept of justice is visually required by the people to be of paramount importance to the successful conclusion of right over wrong; post-event by all members of that society. Particularly so in any or all democratic decision making process in search of a truth but not confined solely to that singular auspices required in law but to all dealings in matters of state government on behalf of its citizenry.

Today I was offered a deal. As many of you well know I don't deal. I do not serve the Laws of Mammon. I do not succumb to the highest-bidder regardless of origination. Conversely as is more probable in the finality of a terminally ill cancer patient such as myself. When you ain't got nothing. You ain't got nothing to lose ergo only dignity. I will not go into the details of the proffered deal suffice to say not one of my accusers were arsed to turn up at the courthouse for a second time. The most probable reason being that they were earlier misinformed that I would accept an offer from the state to plead erroneously in guilt thus eliminating all requirement by that state to prove beyond all reasonable doubt; that I am in-fact to be found innocent not simply on a basis of morality but under the considered protection of lawful legislation of the Criminal Law (Defence and the Dwelling) Act 2011.

Inasmuch "The Act allows for the use of such force as is reasonable in the circumstances, to protect people in the dwelling from assault, to protect property, to prevent the commission of a crime, or to make a lawful arrest. The Act also extends the protections it contains to the curtilage of the dwelling, it explicitly provides that a person is not under an obligation to retreat from their home when subject to an intrusion in their home and provides that a person who uses reasonable force, as provided for in the Act, cannot be sued for damages by a burglar and will not be guilty of an offence."

One might suppose in all naivety one may see ones accusers stood before them in open court for all the world to witness such anomaly in search of a truth. Opinion is insufficient as is collaboration and/or the subsequent altering of ones statement of sworn evidence brought before the court as truthful evidence to affirm guilt. The accusers in this equation have been summarily assumed correct without any lawful examination or investigation of their written verbalized statements. The adage “Innocent until proven guilty” equally does not apply. I as the accused is automatically without reservation deemed to be the belligerent in this covert discourse of dealership.

Plead guilty and the state will be relieved at the very least from its fiscal burden to stand in defense of a truth embodied in written constitution and replicate in judicial civil and criminal laws laid down in soulful protection of all the peoples of this one unique Republic of Ireland. I walked away from the courthouse in the company of friends. Had lunch in 23 Seats connected back into the realities via Soup and Soulful conversation. I looked across the emptied street the glass and steel recalled the morning affair. A dead building devoid of energy. Peopled only by ghosts and shadow-mongers done with barter and dealings. They set about the inner-workings of the machine. Oil on cog with which to grind exceedingly small at the morrows toil and wholly confirmed the existence of and the further exposure of The Misery Industry© Jeffrey Kelly agus Conor Dignam

Thus empowered I then realized the notion that I had in fact not only won the day. Furthermore; the ensuing outfought battle but had in reality won this War of Attrition by state against my sovereign person to obtain my enduring Silence and of those others in the restoration of peace within both physical and Spiritual worlds.

“I stand alone at the cross-roads dependent of no-one. We each must choose our one path. There is only one Road. There is only one direction home beyond the Stars. Beyond the Sun. Beyond the Moon. Beyond the Skies. Beyond the Fears. Beyond the Tears. Beyond the Years. That belong only to you through collaboration once begun in death. Advent in celebration of the life now expectant.”

 

© The Misery Industry Jeffrey Kelly agus Conor Dignam 2012

 

©Séafra Ó Ceallaigh November 21^st2012

It begins as stories often do. In the beginning was the word and the word was death. RIP

"Our Independence must be had at all hazards. If the men of property will not support us they must Fall. We can Support Ourselves by the aid of that numerous and respectable class of the community the men of no property." Theobald Wolfe Tone 1763-1798 agus George Harold Formby 1798-2016

I went on line this morning and was made sick to my stomach by the images portraying the inglorious end of the lives of our children not yet begun. It matters not the geographical location nor the origination of their collective demise that should trouble the heart, mind and/or soul of every other being on this singular rock hurtling through time and space; we choose to call our Mother-Earth. What should bother us as a so-called self-proclaimed human species is that the images now exist but not so the infants thus immortalized in photographic imagery. today.

For too long now the state of Israel has played the holocaust-card to it's extreme advantage; prostituting itself as the beggar would devoid of all self-respect but in Israel’s case holding outstretched and bloodied palms for arms and ammunition rather than alms and sustenance of self-survival. Borne of British colonial and illegal partition of 1949 much as that experienced by us as a sovereign nation albeit of made disparate people's and further encroached upon the rightful lands of Palestine and its environ; to the point of internationally envisaged and condoned Genocide throughout Gaza, today.

However; all that 'nonsense' is now made history and becomes irrelevant in the minds of the good citizens of the first Republic of Ireland in 2012. No-one least of all my good-self wants to end up piled on a table bereft of life and dignity unto death. Unlike the thousands of Irish citizens, killed, injured, murdered, lost, imprisoned and still forgotten just 8 klics from my y-ours front doors in Dundalk Co. Louth Ireland over recent years; in the name of British Crown Forces combined with covert intelligence force and its version of an enforced Golden Dawn of Greek philosophy, today.

But I digress; no-one gives a shit about images of foreign dead children. No-one gives a shit about indigenous sexually raped children. No-one gives a shit our children now safely in the bloodied hands of state-care. After all is said and done these are not y-our children these children don't belong to anyone. These children are fair-game to be stolen, let adrift, used as bi-products for the international sex-industry that permeates every single strand of society; inclusive of and notwithstanding holier-than-thou so-called modern European 'Catholic Ireland'.

Ergo, what will you protest via face-book and/or the streets today? The decade delay of student-fees outside Peter Fitzpatrick’s office in town; albeit with buses 'laid-on' from Dkit to the town center for the privilege class of Mammies children ensconced there only by Euro borrowed-monies? Or perhaps 'get on the streets' to protest the living-conditions of some half-a-million unemployable citizens, their families of children; in the run-up to a penniless Christmas? How about the homeless dying on the wintered streets of any-town Ireland.plc now that's always a good one to bleat on about at this time of year.

But whatever you do don't re-post images of dead-children of Gaza it is not the sort of behaviour to get a 'like' and/or a tummy-tickle via the state; nor indeed stop a bullet in the head as you protest loudly at a UK border post this morning stating politely “Fuck-off back to Britannica”.

Now, is it? Comrades.

 

© Séafra Ó Ceallaigh 19 November 12:52pm