IRISH PRESSTITUTES & CUTE WHORES

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cute hoor

phrase used in Ireland to describe a slippery customer, a rogue, a charlatan, someone who seems upstanding or innocent and mild but who never misses an opportunity to screw you over, scam you, rip you off or hide their farcical f**k ups, blame everyone else for the s**t they cause and generally lure you into their Machiavellian trap... unsurprisingly generally applied to cowboy politicians, corrupt rich tax evaders and their ilk

1. Peader: Ah sure Seamus I'd be doing ye a favour if I bought them there sorry lookin' cows of ye for tuppence. 
Seamus: Ah would you go and shite ya cute hoor, I'm not a feckin eejit! They're worth their weight in spuds! 
2. Bertie

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cute hoor

An Irish slang word used mostly to describe a sly, crafty little conniving bollix of a fella, only out to bleed the tax payers or friends alike dry of money to use for their own benefits. a bit of a chancer.

"hoor" is pronounced like "sewer"

not always used as an insult.

"You're some cute hoor!" or “Ya cute hoor, ya!”

Irish bankers use "cute hoor" economics. a.k.a " The Cute Hoor Party"

by ClaraFloraKavy March 20, 2011

What RTE Is Not Telling Us  Link to Article byPepe Escobar

and some more Holy Water!
Non-Violence and the Lost Message of Jesus

By Mairead Maguire
December 19, 2014 "ICH" - "IPS" -   I recently visited Assisi, the home of St. Francis and St. Clare, two great spirits whose lives have inspired us and millions of people around the world.
St. Francis, a man of peace, and St. Clare, a woman of prayer, whose message of love, compassion, care  for humans, animals and  the environment comes down through history to speak to us in a very relevant and inspirational way.
Today, in the 2lst century, as we the human family face increasing violence, we are challenged to admit that we are on the wrong path, and that we need to find new ways of thinking and doing things from a global perspective.
Peace is a beautiful gift to have in life, and it is particularly treasured by those who have known violent conflict, war, famine, disease and poverty.  I believe that Peace is a basic human right for every individual and all people.
Love for others and respect for their rights and their human dignity, irrespective of who or what they are, no matter what religion – or none – that they choose to follow, will bring about real change and set in motion proper relationships.  With such relationships built on equality and trust, we can work together on so many of the threats to our common humanity.

Poverty is one such threat and Pope Francis challenges us to take care of the poor, and has declared his desire that the Catholic Church be a church of the poor and for the poor. To meet this challenge, we can each ask ourselves ‘how will what I do today help the poor’?.Pope Francis also has spoken about the need to build fraternity amongst the nations. This is important because building trust amongst people and countries will help bring peace to our interdependent, inter-connected world.
Violence begets violence as we witness every day on our television screens, so the choice between violence and non-violence, is up to each one of us.  However, if we do not teach non-violence in our education systems and in our religious institutions, how can we make that choice?
I believe that all faith traditions and secular societies need to work together and teach the way of non-violence as a way of living, also as a political science and means for bringing about social and political change wherever we live.
A grave responsibility lies with the different religious traditions to give spiritual guidance and a clear message, particularly on the questions of economic injustice, ‘armed resistance‘, arms, militarism and war.
As a Christian living in a violent ethnic political conflict in Northern Ireland, and caught between the violence of the British army and the Irish Republican Army, I was forced to confront myself with the questions, ‘do you ever kill?’ and ‘is there such a thing as a just war?’.
During my spiritual journey I reached the absolute conviction that killing is wrong and that the just war theory is, in the words of the late Fr. John L. McKenzie, “a phony piece of morality”.
I became a pacifist because I believe every human life is sacred and we have no right to kill each other. When we deepen our love and compassion for all our brothers and sisters, it is not possible to torture or kill anyone, no matter who they are or what they do.
I also believe that Jesus was a pacifist and I agree with McKenzie when he writes: “if we cannot know from the New Testament that Jesus rejected violence absolutely, then we can know nothing of Jesus’ person or message. It is the clearest of themes.”
For the first three hundred years after Christ, the early Christian communities lived in total commitment to Jesus’s non-violence. Sadly, for the next 1700 years, Christian mainline churches have not believed, taught or lived Jesus’s simple message: love your enemies, do not kill.
During the last 1700 years, Christians have moved so far away from the Christic life of non-violence that we find ourselves in the terrible dilemma of condemning one kind of homicide and violence while paying for, actively participating in or supporting homicidal violence and war on a magnitude far greater than that which we condemn in others.
There is indeed a longstanding defeat in our theology. To help us out of this dilemma, we need to hear the full gospel message from our Christian leaders.
We need to reject the ‘just war’ theology and develop a theology in keeping with Jesus’ non-violence.
Some Christians believe that the ‘just war’ theory can be applied and that they can use violence – that is, ‘armed struggle/armed resistance’ – or can be adopted by governments to justify ongoing war.
It is precisely because of this ‘bad’ theology that we need, from our spiritual or religious leaders, a clear message and an unambiguous proclamation that violence is not the way of Jesus, violence is not the way of Christianity, and that armaments, nuclear weapons, militarism and war must be abolished and replaced with a more human and moral way of solving our problems without killing each other.
Mairead Corrigan Maguire won the 1976 Nobel Peace Prize for her work for peace in Northern Ireland. Her book, The Vision of Peace (edited by John Dear, with a foreword by Desmond Tutu and a preface by the Dalai Lama) is available fromwww.wipfandstock.com. She lives in Belfast, Northern Ireland. See:www.peacepeople.com

BORN AGAIN WHORES OF REVOLUTION

When Gerry Kelly and Martin McGuinness, encourage their foolowers to inform British Occupation forces in Ireland to become Informers or Touts on Irish revolutionary elements in Ireland, they have crossed the rubicon as far as I am concerned and there can be no turning back. That is not to say that everything they have done in their lives is wrong, I am in no position to be the judge of that but they have surrendered any leadership role in Ireland's future, it is time for them to go quietly into the night, as gracefully as they can. I did my own surrender personally, almost 30 years ago, with regard to alcohol and the many things in life, I simply could not manage on my own, on a daily basis. It took a while for me to try to get a handle, on any sort of alternative solution that worked, as I first had to learn what the phrase, "Above all else to thine own self be true." means, in the absence of any religion or ideology and learn to trust something. Trust is critically important, because without it, there is fear in one form or another with all it's other illusionary substitutes, like drug addiction, control addictions, rigid ideologies or craving for the extremes of money and power. I am writing this from own experience, so it is not simply an opinion. I am trying to learn from it, to correct the numerous mistakes I have personally made and continue to make.


Henry David Thoreau once wrote that, “Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.” From what I have observed this seems to be true and in our comtemporary world there are plenty of distractions from being true to ourselves or worse, simply losing our Spirit in cynical and reactionary cycles. Each day I awake, this would be my instinctual, habit formed mental programming before I switch through my new habit, of starting my day by chatting and listening to the Stardust in the heavens and in my own gut, to make a connection with Life, to enable me, to step out of the extremes of Self, to embrace Life with trust. I am far too extreme in many areas for it to ever disapppear, either totally or permanently, so all I can do is my own personal surrender daily to the Startdust and I simply ask is for the extremes to be relieved. An approximate explanation of Stardust for me is the remnants of the Big Bang theory, which in my case is beyond cerebral comprehension, which in my case is probably a good idea.

I have an aversion for formal religion, because it hands too much our hard earned empowerment, to other human control, which from personal experience, is another form of betrayal in the concept of being true to myself, thats not to say I find widom in all the beliefs that I have investigated. Now when this route of personal surrender, was first suggested to me, I frankly thought it a load of bollix, but fortunately for me it was suggested, that I simply try and see if it works, before I totally condemned it. So the following, is approximately my own daily mantra of surrender. "Stardust, I offer myself to you, to do with me as you will, please relieve me of the prison of myself, my extreme self-centredness, my extreme selfishness, my extreme self will, and my extreme self-centred fear. Please give me the emotional power that I need today, the material power that I need today, the physical power that I need today, the mental power that I need today, the social power that I need today, the spiritual power that I need today and the sexual power that I need today, to do your will, your unconditional Love and your way of Life, Thanks. " Now a lot of you may think. I am completely off my head and there is a lot of evidence out there to confirm you suspicions, but frankly my dear, I couldn't give a fuck what you think. All I know, is that it has worked very well for me, for 27 years now and for that I am very grateful, especially when I remember the state I was in, to begin with. From experience I now have proof that my trust is grounded in the reality test of daily life experience.

Anyway, enough about my own narcissistic self, it's boring but a necessry daily reality check, that I cannot afford to ignore. Ireland is my Spiritual home for better or for worse. As they say, the savage loves his native shore, so do birds and fish apparently and in my case sometimes I hate it because it mirrors my own dysfunctionality, particularly related to my past. Currently I believe the island is at a crossroads, with some very importand choices to make. It is in a state of chassis, indeed the whole world appears to be in astae of chassis right now, as Sean O'Casey wrote in Juno and the Paycock, "Th' whole worl's in a terrible state o' chassis." I believe Capitalism is on it's last legs and for those who learn from the lessons of experience, so are the ideologies of Corporate Fascism and Stalinism. 

According to rough guesstimates, the human casualty figures of various ideologies are as follows, in Adolf Hitler (Germany, 1939-1945) 12,000,000 (concentration camps and civilians deliberately killed in WWII plus 3 million Russian POWs left to die), Leopold II of Belgium (Congo, 1886-1908) 8,000,000

Jozef Stalin (USSR, 1932-39) 7,000,000 (the gulags plus the purges plus Ukraine's famine), Hideki Tojo (Japan, 1941-44) 5,000,000 (civilians in WWII),Ismail Enver (Ottoman Turkey, 1915-20) 1,200,000 Armenians (1915) + 350,000. What is obviously missing from this list, are the many millions of Irish liquidated by the British in Ireland, and the mounting huge numbers worldwide by the UK/US axis. This blog is already slowed by intranets for distribution and would probably be totally censored in the Western world, if I give all of the correct numbers, which can be easly researched. So the conclusion is obvious, ideologies are particularly dangerous, especially in the hands of power craven dictators and manipulators, who will exploit them. This is also, I believe the principal lesson from the current long war in Ireland and its equvalent in both Fascist and Stalinist Europe.

The principal tools of dictators and manipulators within ideologies, under the guise of the, "Dictatorship of the Proletariat " is secrecy and censorship. In Catholic conservative southern Ireland and it's equivalent in Presbytarian northern Ireland, this has a particularly ignomious history. The island culture is steeped in secrecy, censorship and fascism with a current emerging Stalinist cabal of Secret Societies in the wake of the Provos. To understand the threat of Stalinism in Ireland and the censorship that accompanies it, I believe the following letter to the revolutionary Leon Trotsky in Mexico, before a Stalinists hitman murdered him, with an ice pick in his head, describes it best;

To Leon Trotsky 11 December 1938 New York City Leon Trotsky Coyoacan Mexico DF My Dear Leon Trotsky: We were both very pleased to receive your note. Hortense, jokingly, says that it must all be a Stalinist plot. While she is not disinterested in politics, she is, in no sense, a political person. However, she is no bitter foe. And in her own profession, the theatre, she must pay a price for her attitudes and the stand that she has taken. Stalinist influence is permeating the American theatre, and Hortense is automatically excluded from even being considered for roles in plays by certain managements because of this fact. Concerning ‘the mysteries of my style', you may be amused to know that one Communist Party functionary described it, once in The Daily Worker, as ‘Trotskyite.’ And one of the most current criticisms of my writing in Stalinist sources is that ‘the rationale of Trotskyism’ has given a basis for his ‘despair,’ and through that means he is degenerating. This summer I was in Ireland, and I saw Jim Larkin. All men have weaknesses, but all men are not the victims of their weaknesses. Jim Larkin is a victim of his own weaknesses, and his own temperament. Now, he is embittered and envenomed. He feels that the Irish working class has sold him out. He was not returned in the last elections for the Dáil, and he ran in a working class district. He defended the trials, but thought that Bukharin could not be interested. But Larkin's formal attitudes do not have much meaning. He is untheoretical and unstable intellectually. He is always a direct actionist, and his direct actionism takes whatever turn that his impulses lead him toward, In the midst, for instance, of a severe fight, he might be walking down the street and see a sparrow trapped in some electric wires where it might die. He will become incensed, and will telephone important members of the government and demand that they have men sent down to release the sparrow immediately, and then this will loom more important than the fight in which he is engaged. He is very garrulous, human and humane, witty, vindictive, vituperative, and he is Irish. At times, he is almost like an embittered version of the stage Irishman. In Ireland, there has never been much theory, and in consequence, never been many men with a rounded view of the reasons why Ireland was struggling. Before the war, the Irish labor movement was very militant and well toward the forefront of the European labor movement. It was defeated in the great Dublin transport strike of 1913, and out of this crushing defeat, the Irish Citizen Army was formed. Larkin left for America, and Larkin says that one of the last things that he said to Connolly was not to go into the National movement, not to join the Irish Volunteers, which was the armed force of the nationalist movement. Connolly did go into the Easter Rebellion, and there is the disputed question as to whether or not he made a mistake. Sean O'Casey, the Irish playwright, in a pamphlet he wrote on the Irish Citizen Army, declares baldly that James Connolly died not for Irish socialism but for Irish nationalism. Others maintain that Connolly could not have remained out of the rising. At all events, the Irish Citizen Army was decimated, and crushed by the Easter Rebellion. There were no leaders left to carry on the social side of Connolly's doctrines. The entire movement was swept along in a frenzied rise of Irish patriotism and Irish nationalism. Sinn Féin was in complete control of the movement. The leaders of Sinn Féin had only the most vague notions of what they wanted – an Irish Ireland speaking Gaelic, developing its own Irish culture, free of the British crown, and some were not even fighting them for freedom from the crown. In 1921, when the treaty was negotiated in England, there was this same unclarity. Following the treaty, there was the split in the Irish ranks. The record of that split is most saddening to read. It was not a split on real issues. There were two or three documents with different wordings, and they all meant much the same thing. Instead of discussing social programs, they discussed Ireland, and they insulted one another. Out of this split the bitter civil war developed, and the comrades in arms of yesterday assassinated one another. The treatment which the Free State government meted out to its former comrades matches almost that which Stalin has meted out. The bravest fighters of the Irish Republican Army were taken out and placed up against a wall and butchered without any formality. And now, after all the trouble, the Irish people have changed masters, and a new Irish bourgeoisie is developing and coagulating, and the politicians of Sinn Féin are aligned with them and the Church, with reaction rampant, poverty to match even that of Mexico, progressive ideas almost completely shut out, a wall of silence keeping out the best Irish tradition – that of Fintan Lalor, Davitt, and Connolly, and poor Ireland is in a hell of a state. Larkin returned in the early twenties. After defeat, the Irish labor movement needed someone to lead it who could remould a defeated class. Larkin was a great and courageous agitator, but not a leader of a defeated army, and he could not work with any one. Gradually, he lost influence, and now he is old and embittered. Of course, Catholicism plays a strong role in Ireland, and Larkin is a Catholic and talks of the virtues of the Christian home. And suddenly out of his garrulous talk, a flash of his old fire comes through. Perhaps you are riding through the Dublin slums with him, and suddenly, seeing the poor in their filth, standing in front of the filthy buildings in which they are forced to live like animals, and a strong denunciation comes, and there is something of the Jim Larkin who defied the British Army, and at whose words the poor of Dublin came out into the streets in thou-sands, and flung themselves against the might of Britain and that of the Irish bourgeoisie. Human beings are social products, and Larkin is a product of the Irish movement. The principal instrument of the Irish revolutionaries was always terrorism and direct action, and when Larkin was unable to function with these methods on the wave of a rising and militant movement, he was lost, and the labor bureaucrats outmaneuvered and outsmarted him. When he returned to Ireland from an American jail, he got his following together, and marched on the quarters of the union he had formerly led. He took the building, but later lost it in the law courts, and he is no longer the leader of the transport workers. He has union following, and among his strongest support is that of the butchers and hospital workers. He showed me something in Ireland that few people in Dublin know about. In the Parnell days, a terrorist organization, composed almost exclusively of Dublin workingmen was formed and named the Invincibles. The Invincibles committed the famous Phoenix Park murders in front of the vice-regal lodge, and were denounced by the Church, by Parnell, and by almost the entire Irish nation. There are no monuments in Ireland to the Invincibles. They died in isolation, some of them defiant to the end in their utter isolation. At the spot across from the vice-regal lodge in Phoenix Park, where the murders were committed, there is a patch of earth alongside of the park walk. No matter how often grass is planted over this spot the grass is torn up by the roots, and this spot of earth is left, and always, there is a cross marked into the dirt in commemoration of the Invincibles. Every week, someone – principally, I believe, one of Larkin's boys – goes there and marks that cross. This has been going on for a long time. In Larkin, there is something of that characteristic of defiant defeat that runs through so much of Irish history, and with it, never any real investigation of causes. But even up to today, he remains the only figure of commanding proportions in the Irish labor movement. The rest is pretty nearly all bureaucracy, tied to the tail of nationalism, enfolded in the cassock robes of the priestcraft, seeing the problems of Irish labor as an Irish question. Ireland is having something of an industrial boom. Certain sections of the Irish working class, the most advanced trade unions – which have been in existence some time – these are better paid than corresponding trade unions in England. But the country is partitioned between an industrial north and an agricultural south. In the south, de Valera is engaged in a program of industrialization. The Irish market is small, and that means that monopolies must be parcelled out to various groups or persons. When these monopolies get going, there will be resultant crises, because they will be able to supply the Irish market with a few months work and production. Also, the new factories are being spread over the country – a program of decentralization – and in many instances, factories are being set up in agricultural areas where there is no trade union strength. It is necessary to further industrialization in Ireland to have, as a consequence, sweat shop conditions. There is a small labor aristocracy and even this lives badly. And below it, poverty that reduces thousands upon thousands to live like animals in the most dire, miserable, and inhuman poverty. I saw some of this poverty. One family of eleven living in one room. The family has lived in this same room for twenty-four years. The building is crumbling, walls falling, ceiling caving in, roof decaying. The oldest in the family is nineteen, the youngest is an undernourished infant of eight months. Six sleep in one bed, three in another, two on the floor. The infant was born last Christmas eve in the bed where six sleep. The role of the Church is important. The Church tells the Irish that they are going to live for ever and be happier in heaven, and this engenders patience. There is a mystic fascination with death in Ireland. In all the homes of the poor, the walls are lined with holy pictures, those of the Sacred Heart predominating. The poor live in utter patience. They have lived in this patience ever since the heyday of Jim Larkin. In those days, at his word, they thronged the streets and threatened the power of England, and of the Irish and Anglo-Irish bourgeoisie. But no more. How-ever, with the industrialization program, there is likely to be some enlargement of the Irish working class, and the economic factors of proletarianization, plus the resulting effects of factory work and familiarity with machines is likely to cause some changes in the conscious-ness of Irishmen. Familiarity with machines is likely to rub off some of the superstition, and the economic conditions will pose their problems to the Irish workers. There is possibly going to be a change in Ireland because of these factors, and some of the eternal sleep and mud-crusted ignorance is likely to go. But being an agricultural country, a poor country, a country ridden by superstition, it now sleeps, and there is a lot of talk about Ireland, and little is done about Ireland, and a characteristic attitude is sure and what is the bother. Ireland is no longer merely a victim of England, but of world economy now. Irish nationalism correspondingly has altered from being a progressive movement to a reactionary movement. Fascism could easily triumph in Ireland were fascism vitally necessary to the new rulers of Holy Ireland. The Irish Republican Army is split into factions, some demanding emphasis on a social program, others on a national program. Stalinists are in the former group, but Stalinism is very weak in Ireland, practically inconsequential. It amounts to a few pensionaries. Ireland does not need Stalinism. It has Rome. Rome handles these problems with the necessary efficiency. Rome confuses the struggles, poses the false questions, sidetracks protests as Stalinism now does in advanced countries. As a kind of compensation, Ireland a defeated nation has developed a fine modern literature, just as Germany, defeated and still un-unified at an earlier period, developed German philosophy. But the moral terrorism in the name of the Church and the Nation, and the parochial character of the life and of intellect in Ireland might choke the literature now. So backward is Ireland that even the American motion pictures have a progressive influence in the sense that they make the youth restless, that they produce freer and less strained relationships between the sexes, and that they give a sense of a social life of more advanced countries that is not permitted because of the state of economy in Ireland. Ireland impresses me as being somewhat parallel to Mexico, except that in Mexico there are progressive strains in the country, and in Ireland these are weak and morally terrorized. In part, this is undoubtedly because of Ireland's lack of mineral resources and wealth, the backwardness and sleep of its labor movement, and the role of the Church. In Ireland, the Church was not the feudal landholder. Behind the scenes, the Church always fought against the Irish people, and spoke for law and order. But at one time, the Church itself was oppressed. The Church and the people became entangled in the consciousness of the Irish, and the religion question befogged the social and economic one. In Mexico, Spain, France, and Russia, the Church was more openly a part of a feudal or pseudo-feudal system. The peasants became anti-clerical because they wanted land. This did not happen in Ireland. In consequence, anti-clericalism did not take the same form. Anti-clericalism amounts to jokes at the priesthood, dislike of the arch-bishops, and so forth. In earlier days, it was stronger, particularly among the Fenians. But it never took the real form it took in France, Spain, etc. And so the Church has great power in Ireland today. In the most real, vivid, and immediate sense it gives opium to the people. Poor Ireland! She is one of the costs demanded by history in the growth of what we familiarly call our civilization. There is an old poem with the lines – They went forth to battle And they always fell. And today, after having fallen so many times, Ireland is a poor island on the outpost of European civilization, with all its heroic struggles leaving it, after partial victory, poverty-stricken, backward, wallowing in superstition and ignorance. My favorite Irish anecdote is the following. The last castle in Ireland to fall to Cromwell's army was Castleross on the lakes of Killarney. At that time, the castle was held by the O'Donoghue. For several months, the British could not take the castle. The Irish infantry was more lightly clad than the British, and would always lead the better armored and more heavily clad British down into the bogs where their armed superiority became a handicap, and then the Irish would cut them to pieces. There was an old Gaelic prophecy that Castleross would never fall to a foreign foe until it was attacked by water. There was a proviso in this prophecy. For the lakes of Killarney empty into Dingle Bay, where the water is so shallow that foreign men of war from the sea cannot enter it. The British general heard of this prophecy. He went to Dingle Bay and built flat-bottomed boats and floated them up the lakes of Killarney. He fired one cannon shot at Castleross. And the O'Donoghue, thinking that the prophecy had been fulfilled, surrendered without firing a shot in return. I took the liberty of writing in such detail about Ireland because I thought you might be interested in modern Ireland. They call it the ‘new Ireland’ these days. Hortense joins me in sending our warmest greetings to you and Natalia. Yours, Farrell This summer I saw Alfred and Marguerite Rosmer a number of times, and they were very well. Madame Rosmer talked very often of you and Mrs Trotsky. Currently in Ireland the "Dialectic of Materialism" is being stifled by the censorship of former 'Provos' and 'Stickies' who are Stalinist. On the the other side it is being censored by the Blueshirt and Orange Order Fascists in their Corporate mainstream media. Without a transparent, informative open dialogue of these apparently opposing views, Ireland is again doomed to make incorrect choices, at it's current critical crossroads. The Banksters and Corporations will always find a 'useful idiot' demagogue to distract and expoit them, such as Hitler. They abound in every revolutionary organizations and thrive in secrecy and are exploited by the British, in an environment of humility by genuine comrades, who make the big sacrifices often with their lives. This is why CENSORSHIP is such a deadly enemy of progress and critically important in keeping Ireland ignorant, where simply reactionary politics can thrive. People of change, need to be aware of it's destructive power and fight it. We are as sick as our secrets within organizations or without, this is a critcally important lesson from our Irish experience. It is not the way to go forward, it's baggage far outweighs it's short term benefits. Recent revelations about this culture within the Provos, make that clear, for anyone open to learning the lessons of our history. On the other extreme, there is nothing so pure, as a born again whore, particulary of the fascist variety. Hitler was vegetarian you know? I do hope the 'Sunlight of the Spirit' saves Ireland from such a horrific calamity.

WELCOME TO THE BBC YEAR OF THE WHORES

BBC Calls the ‘Year of the Whores.

“Welcome to the year of the whores. People

around the globe celebrate,” BBC subtitles.

“Happy New year of the #whores from the 

#BBC. Bullé!”

BBC’s subtitles often malfunction, with the

 Archbishop of Canterbury being referred to 

as the “Arch bitch of Canterbury”, while

during the Queen Mother’s funeral

they called for “a moment’s violence”

STORMONT CASTLE WHORES

Whores of Stormont Castle

 international | anti-capitalism | opinion/analysis  Tuesday April 24, 2012 15:58 by BrianClarkeNUJ - AllVoices 

Shame Fame

A boy walks into Stormont Castle and tells the whore master he needs a prostitute. The boy smacks a100 pounds on the desk and shouts, "Now!" The whore master asked, "Wee fella, can I ask you what age are you?" The wee fella replied, "I'm 12." He then slaps a DEAD frog on the table with another100 pounds. He further demands, "I need a prostitute with HIV and every venereal disease ever given to man." The Stormont Castle whore master shocked then said, "Are you mad?" The wee fella puts another100 pounds down.

Whores of Stormont Castle

A boy walks into Stormont Castle and tells the whore master he needs a prostitute. The boy smacks a100 pounds on the desk and shouts, "Now!" The whore master asked, "Wee fella, can I ask you what age are you?" The wee fella replied, "I'm 12." He then slaps a DEAD frog on the table with another100 pounds. He further demands, "I need a prostitute with HIV and every venereal disease ever given to man." The Stormont Castle whore master shocked then said, "Are you mad?" The wee fella puts another100 pounds down. 

The whore master is now looking at 300 pounds, so he says, "Whatever." He informed the boy to go upstairs and go in the last door on the left. So the boy goes up and does his thing and then comes down. The whore master asked the young lad on the way out, "Its not my business how you got here or how you got all this money but I want to know why you wanted a prostitute with HIV and every disease known to man?" The lad replies, "Since I have done my business I don't mind telling you. When I go home I will ride hell out of my babysitter. When my dad takes the babysitter home he will screw the shit out of her. Then when he gets home, he will have sex with my mother. When he goes to work in the morning, my mom she will screw the the local MLA politician... AND THAT'S THE SON OF A BITCH THAT RAN OVER MY FROG!!!

Whore: (verb) To debase oneself by doing something for unworthy motives, typically to make money.

The kind of arsehole you find in British Occupied Ireland
Political whores lining
their pockets with gold,
mined with the blood
of Irish youth

1. political whore 32 up, 1 down
A politician who will sell out their constituents if it means they might get one step higher on the ladder. They will completely flip-flop on an issue that was the core of their campaign platform just because they think it might help them get elected to, for instance, Lake Forest City Council. They will even sell out the person who threw them proxies to get them into office. They become so "whoreish" that in the end, they are so slutty and nasty that nobody will touch them with a ten foot ballot.

The Born Again Whores of Stormont Castle in British Occupied Ireland are proud of being called dirty cute whores, they see it as a political art form. For example campaigning on the streets against cutbacks while enacting them in Parliament or alternatively in the matter of internment of Marian Price the same duplicity in reverse. This art form born in slavery where slaves learn how to speak out of the side of their mouth, to survive with the fake demeanour of whore touting business. We can of course get very upset about all of this or try to attain some composure by observing occupied Ireland where the truth is stranger than satire.

There was a time in both parts of Ireland when superficially it had the appearance of being a half-decent Christian country. The rape of society by the bourgeoisie and gentry in the form of Landlords and Roman Catholic princes, did most of its damage out of sight, to the most defenceless, the children of the people of no property. In Ulster God-fearing Protestant men could walk down the street without being assaulted by filthy male and female Irish whores abusing them. However with the rise of the repentant Fenian barstewards and Shame Fein, those days appear to be over but appearances are often as deceptive, as an old Irish political cute whore. As Ian Paisley said, "They breed like rabbits and multiply like vermin."

Lord Muck as he is affectionately known locally in his UK City of Culture, Londonderry has taken the art of pog mo shon to another level as a compulsive collector of shit stool samples. He was appointed Her Majesty's groom of the stool for her last visit to Ireland, when with a team of Shame fein helpers, they followed her around Ireland with a bacteria free portable bog, with Lord Muck to complete the gravy train and clean up any of her arse slops.

At his house he has a collection of more than a thousand stools, as he was proud to display when recently interviewed after an Irish hack was given British security clearance.
"I started off lickin the arse of a few slippery local characters, he says. Then a few visiting creamy English lads years ago, which progressed eventually to some Orange sauce, from the Big Man in Ballymena to today's more constipated Paterson's arse-biscuits. 

It would be difficult to pick a favourite, but, I will say this; they all looked, felt and smelled of genuine shit, particularly the latest offering from Shropshire. People don't always seem to understand the skill and delicacy involved. My nose which has become slightly orange during the peace process and over time has evolved into an instrument of expensive faecal detection. I can smell laxative butt cheek at a mile on a good day. So I have to act fast and get stuck in down on my hands and knees, down the shorts, starting with a few gentle kisses, then out with my rasping tongue, as quickly as possible."

The above is just a cameo of contemporary Ireland but standards of decency and morality in Occupied Ireland have sunk so low, that Her Majesty was forced to bring in a Born Again Virgin from London, as their police chief. However the whoredom with impunity from prosecution has gotten much worse since his arrival. Even his paramilitary officers now pout and tout for business on Irish streets like common prostitutes and it's even considered cute to ply their filthy trade in schools. All of these streetwalkers proudly flaunt their Nazi uniforms to try get attention from the S&M crowd but both communities despise them. Now the London bag lady can be found wandering the streets of Londonderry chanting, "Get thee behind me, oh ye whores of Babylonderry."

When interviewed about his transition to a born again holy roller, he said, “I’m abstinent now. I realized that with abstinence, if you really, really believe in yourself like I do, you discover your own self-worth. Abstinence means you refrain from any sex in every manner, thinking about it, doing it even to myself! I’m a born-again virgin and whilst I am very fond of Lord Muck, I am saving myself for the right guy. I had a few slips since I came over here, its difficult, what with all those rasping tongues but I have learned from my mistakes. So now, it’s okay to wait, a long lasting relationship is a goal of mine, not because I need it, but because I want it. There is a big difference.

I will never find him but he will find me. I think the right one will see me. I want some old-fashioned courting. It is going to happen. Have you seen me ? My hymen is starting to regenerate, ask Lord Muck if you don't believe me. Do you like the latest peroxide blond hair of a lot of my boys in uniform ? their contour-hugging outfits, and their surgically-enhanced chests, I want them to look completely different from their former incarnations in the RUC. 

Some tradtional Christians think we are just cheap harlots and tell us so, but to be honest we really don’t care, what is a tradtional Irish marriage but prostitution to one man instead of many? No we born again virgins are the future, even if you have to repent a thousand times daily to qualify. Did you know that there are 80,000 prostitutes in my hometown London alone and what are they, if not bloody sacrifices on the altar of tradtional marriages of monogamy?. I look forward to having all of them within our fold shortly.

These traditional fundamentalists like Iris Robinson have a lot to answer for. Now you have that horrible Julie Burchil, calling us "Born Again Cows" and others saying that we in the PSNI are little more than walking masturbation aids, while they are so sensually null and void, that they have to be paid to indulge in fornication, saying that our men and women can be had, bought, sold from one man to another. Burchil had the audacity to further say, that when the sex war is won, prostitutes should be shot as collaborators for their terrible betrayal. Even our Jerry Falwell who said, "Grown men should not be having sex with prostitutes unless they are married to them, but the big difference in the PSNI is that we can always repent daily and be reborn or born again a thousand times daily, even if your were an RUC man you can do a desk job or some sort of hand job under the counter, we're very flexible, we have to be."

This has become a rather messy article but its the subject matter. I am putting it up because a lot of confused Catholics are getting more and more upset with their Papal whore as well their Shame Famers. They are as a result of becoming more open to the alternative of hymen regeneration. We should always be ready to help, heal them by bringing them to water, look how far Lord Muck has come. The bad news however is that there are still fundamentalist and other alleged believers out there, who are running to the devil and the wrong whore house.The organized church gig is all over. It's all running into the EU and the final whore system, mark that down. 

All of this leads to other questions like, what about Shame Fame women ? Do their loose women eat a lot of gravy soup too?, Do these type of women enjoy the stable diet of the Lord Muck meal? Do they have sensitive delicate tongues or the rasping variety. What about their virgins, male whores or even their born again virgins? Do the Shame Fame sluts have a more refined palate or is Lord Muck the only one who appreciates this blend of excrement and arse biscuits. The accusation is that they are all cheap, fast and easy. But then again, as the born again man said, "I tell you the truth, the tax collectors and the prostitutes are entering the kingdom of God ahead of you."

Shame Fame Party discipline has been tightened with no party member allowed to disagree with the central organization. In fact one guy who tried to disagree once, was later found as a dead body floating in a canal. However to relieve the stress caused among members, they have thrown in a few sweeteners, like bi-weekly mass orgies at the Stormont Castle Hotel. Here they can be openly gay but lesbians are excluded because "they like their pussy too much." Their Stormont policy is B.Y.O.W. which means "Bring Your Own Whore", while at the same time, there is often an exchange of prostitutes with Baggots born again Londoners some of whom also work for MI5. It is now fashionable to trade prostitutes as a form of power sharing, with very little power to go round, as Paterson who is a pervert on the Ghengis Khan trip, kidnaps Irish women and tortures them in solitary confinement.

Of course none of this would be possible without a compliant media or the sub-species of fools who vote and pay for it all. Zombies who are fooled on election day after election day, with a moron media diet. Reproduced generation after generation as they fuck like rabbits. The British strategy of Irish zombie management, has been sustained successfully with the collaboration of these type of whores for centuries. Of course there can be no doubt that the whore masters of Shame Fame are very well off in their own right, with quite a number of "socialist" landlords screwing working class people, who get poorer under their 'guardianship' and are forced to become street whores themselves to get a few arse biscuits from their table. Even a few grassroots Shame Feiners who are working class people themselves, have been forced to sell their children into whoredom, all enabled by their own corrupt whore masters.

So where you may ask, are all the decent, ethical, politicians with a heart and conscience in Occupied Ireland. The short answer simply is politically interned without trial while an un-elected English overlord has thrown away the key. If not interned without trial, they have been assassinated, along with any supporting professional lawyers. The Stormont Castle Shame Fame millionaire whore masters, give an odd grunt of disapproval to ensure re-election and keep the children of the poor to be used as cannon fodder for another forty years of war

while their own spoiled brats

lick their silver spoons and grin

knowing they’ve got it made

because their daddy is a whore

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Liberal Whores = Mé Féin Pss...F...!

Liberal Whores = Mé Féin Pss...F...! By Margaret Kimberley BAR editor March 08, 2012 "BAR" -- If liberals are good for anything, it is being outraged about all the wrong things. If one were to measure the amount of media debate in the past week, the conclusion might be that a law student being called a slut was the worst thing happening in the nation and the world. Liberals can’t be bothered to protest against war, even if they did so during the Bush administration, or indefinite detention, or targeted killings, or drone strikes, or the destruction of Libya or Somalia. Rush Limbaugh, a man who would have to have been invented if he didn’t exist, called law student Sandra Fluke, a “slut” and a “whore” after she testified in favor of religious institutions being required to include contraception in their health care plans. The liberals then lost their collective minds. There was no limit to their ire. One would have thought that Rush Limbaugh was killing Afghan children with drones, or torturing black Libyans, or planning to attack Iran. Of course, Limbaugh has absolutely no power to do any of those things. He is a celebrity, a media personality who advocates the right wing point of view. He is a sexist and a racist, but he has no power to take anyone’s life. That is Barack Obama‘s job. Obama, like all American presidents, is among the slickest politicians of all time, but he is certainly no fool. He knew that Limbaugh handed him a political gift and he ran with it. Obama personally telephoned the aggrieved young woman while his liberal sycophants demanded that advertisers drop Limbaugh’s program. Republicans joined in the beat down and admonished the erstwhile standard bearer for his offensive language. Limbaugh was political toast, and Obama was king.

“Obama knew that Limbaugh handed him a political gift and he ran with it.” What could happen if these same people used as much energy opposing policies that literally kill thousands of people around the world? Quite a lot would change, but they don’t take actions against people in power because they don’t really care about what they do. At the same time that these angry and outraged citizens were claiming victory against a radio personality they ought to be ignoring, the attorney general of the United States publicly claimed that the president of the United States has the right to kill at will whenever he feels like it. Eric Holder traveled to an august educational institution, Northwestern University, and told a group of law students that they should get any crazy ideas about civil liberties out of their little heads. Holder asserts that the president can in fact decide to kill anyone he wants, as long as he claims that person is a terrorist. He doesn’t have to bother with indictments, charges, court rooms and other such old fashioned notions. Anwar al-Awlaki and his teenage son were both American citizens and were both killed by their president because he and a secret panel said they should die.

In making the case against the constitutional requirement for due process, the chief law enforcement officer in the country says that, “Due process and judicial process are not one in the same.” If that statement seems strange, it is because it is a bold faced lie. Never before, not even in the Bush administration, did lawyers make such bizarre arguments. “What could happen if these same people used as much energy opposing policies that literally kill thousands of people around the world?” Despite being the attorney general, Holder is like middle level managers everywhere, saying that black is white or up is down if his boss says so. If his boss says that a person is a terrorist, then that person is dead and the rules will be changed to make it all very legal. It is too bad that no one leapt to the defense of the Northwestern University law students who were forced to hear Holder’s offensive statements. There was no Sandra Fluke treatment for them. No one will call them and sympathize because they were exposed to vile language. In this case the offensive language came straight from the top, so if anyone was offended, well it is just too bad. Perhaps liberals are sluts and whores. They are people of easy virtue, they don’t really have any principles and they sell themselves pretty cheaply. If Eric Holder isn’t a whore, then who is? The same can be said for his boss too. No one becomes president without making the rounds on many a casting couch, the rich people’s casting couch. If they give the thumbs up, then the presidency is within reach. No one should be called a whore merely because they are sexually active. Selling oneself in order to be the head killer in chief on the planet is another matter. That is slut work of the very highest order. Margaret Kimberley's Freedom Rider column appears weekly in BAR, and is widely reprinted elsewhere. She maintains a frequently updated blog as well as at http://freedomrider.blogspot.com. Ms. Kimberley lives in New York City, and can be reached via e-Mail at Margaret.Kimberley(at)BlackAgendaReport.com Free Price - https://www.causes.com/profiles/147140199