The Royal Farse of Lord Muck Kicking to Royal Licking

The Queen's maid cracked her whip across Lord Muck of Londonderry's back with such force, that it made him cry out like the Derry air in agony. Red whip marks were now covering most of his back and already starting to bleed, making the cruel, arrogant Queen, who was sitting on her throne, watching his punishment, smile in satisfaction. Lord Muck was starting to have second thoughts on whether her majesty's royal arse was for kicking or for licking?. She was enjoying tormenting him in Hillsborough Castle castle in British Occupied Ireland. This former Provo who came here to shake her hand after being involved in the death of her favourite Lord, who now with votes from her commoners and Viceroy Paterson both making her pathetic commoner's lives as miserable as possible, with every slave in Occupied Ireland, living in constant fear of both of them and consequently her. She enjoyed watching Lord Muck cowering at her feet, begging her for mercy and pleading with her not to be whipped and beaten anymore.

She loved the power she had over her Irish collaborators and most of the time when she ordered Lord Muck whipped, he had just done something minor, such as not getting on his hands and knees fast enough to lick her arse or catch the fairies that flew out of her arse every day at noon !.Sometimes she left a speck of dirt on her arse which he had been ordered to clean. But even if the helpless Lord Muck had cleaned and tongue scrubbed to perfection, she would still find a reason to have him whipped, just for entertainment, which is what was happening to the poor Lord Muck right now, who had been scrubbing the Queens arse on his hands and knees, for more than 12 hours without a break, being extra careful that he had not left a speck of dirt anywhere in or on her arse. He was forced to kneel all day so the Queen couldn't find a reason to have him whipped.  However later on, after a day's horse riding, foxhunting and heaven knows what else with Viceroy Paterson, she walked straight down to Lord Muck in her dirty riding boots, who seeing the state of her, desperately started licking her newly dirtied boots, as well as her extremely filthy arse when she spread her thighs again. Working  with his rasping tongue as fast as he possibly could, trying to get them clean once again, before the Queen turned around and saw any dirt.

Unfortunately for Lord Muck of Londonderry he was not fast enough and she turned around and looked straight at him licking and screamed “How dare you disobey me you worthless shame fein pig, I ordered you to clean my arse spotless and look, there's dirt everywhere, and now look at the muck on the bottom of my lovely riding boots from kicking your filthy arse. She then stood up over the cowering Lord Muck, who was still on his hands and knees and screamed “Ill teach you to disobey me you filthy political worm” as she lifted one of her riding boots and rammed it on top of Lord Mucks bowed head, as hard as she could, to remove some of the muck. Then she shouted “Now you'll lick the rest of the muck from the bottom of my boots, you pathetic Stormont worm and to make sure you do a proper job, you will be whipped while you are working, until I am completely satisfied everything is clean.”  She then called over her personal maid who's specific work was whipping the slaves. The maid who was young with long black hair, was a pretty, petite woman but knew exactly how to whip and cause the maximum pain and suffering, while really enjoying her job, waiting every opportunity to whip helpless slaves. She removed a whip from her belt while the queen walked over to her throne, lifting her boot up a little, just enough for Lord Muck to lick. “Hurry up, Muck” she ordered as Lord Muck frantically licked the bottom of her boots, as the whip lashed on his bare back over and over.


Lord Muck managed to lick both boots clean, while the whip relentlessly cracked on his back. Fortunately for Lord Muck the Queen fancied a drop of gin and needed to go to the dining room to get it, so she told her maid to stop. She stood up and looked down at a pathetic Lord Muck at her feet, who was writhing around the floor in agony, when she shouted arrogantly, “normally I would send you  straight to one of Viceroy Paterson's dungeon”, which every slave in Hillsborough Castle feared the most. Being sent to Paterson's dungeon was one way internment without trial. Lord Muck would be forced to spend the rest of his miserable life interned in solitary confinement in a cold, dark and stinking dungeon, just like other political prisoners deep below ground, with no chance of ever being released again. To add to Lord Mucks discomfort the Queen had come up with the evil idea of building dungeons deep below all her ladies toilet hole, directly on top of the dungeon so that when she needed to use her toilets she would drop all her urne and crap all over the helpless Lord Muck trapped down below. The Queen then continued talking and said “However today is your lucky day Lord Muck as I am in need of a royal ass licker for all of my visits to British Occupied Ireland”.


The royal arse licker is a specific slave who licks clean the arse holes of all the royal household after they have taken a crap, since it is unlady like for a royal at court to clean their own arse and because there are an abundance of commoners who aspire to being arse lickers. What better way to put their tongues to good use than to lick clean the dirty royal arseholes. The previous royal arselicker licker had just been executed in her castles dungeon for a lack of respect one of her ladies. The poor bastard didn't know the lady was watching after he finished licking her arse clean and he tried to get the horrible taste of shite out of his mouth by spitting it out which was forbidden. Unfortunately for him it was a serious mistake as she spotted him do it and straight away told the Queen who after having him whipped to death threw him into a dungeon below to "rot with all the other pieces of crap down below” as the Queen put it. All of this to remain a secret under her Official Secrets Act.

The Queen told the whipped Lord Muck in front of her with a mocking voice “You were involved in killing my favourite Lord but because I am such a generous Queen, I am instead of sending you to the dungeon, willing to give you another chance and from now on you will clean all my ladies arses at court with your tongue. "You are now officially my new royal arse licker.” She then said “You should be honoured, that such a lowly Lord Muck, worthless slave like yourself, with a silly job at Stormont, where a large part of my elite, are busy giggling over your speeches and making fun of your performances, rambling on about thinking Irish republicans, while you now have the privilege to lick clean the arses of all the royal ladies at my court, who are clearly far more superior, than a pathetic, ugly political careerist creature, like yourself.” She then told security to take Lord Muck up to the ladies quarters and lock his head above the ladies toilet to start his new job, as her royal arse licker. She also told Viceroy Paterson to put out a story to the British media graduated from the school of arse-licking, sycophancy and pomposity, more formally known as the British Orifice Licking Laboratory Officially Communicating Kinetic Shite (BOLLOCKS for short) that Lord Muck had been lost or possibly accidentally shredded.....(to be continued)

QUEEN GREENWASHES SEVEN THOUSAND THREE HUNDRED TONS OF OLYMPIC NUKE TO IRAN

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“The looting and arson last night were criminality, pure and simple. Justice will be done and the people will see the consequences for their crimes”
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MUM OF TWO GETS 5 MONTHS FOR ACCEPTING LOOTED SHORTS

Greater Manchester police tweeted this earlier – but now removed:

“Mum-of-two, not involved in disorder, Jailed for FIVE months for accepting shorts looted from shop. There are no excuses!”

How does this compare to punishment for our MPs and crooked cops?  These bastards are having a field day with war on the poor.

There’s going to be a greater settling of accounts coming soon. Woman jailed is Ursula Nevin.

WHAT WOULD JESUS DO FOR THE OLYMPICS ?

Looters: ‘It was like a shopping spree or an invasion of another country '

Because of the discovery of SEVEN THOUSAND THREE HUNDRED TONS of radioactive material  buried in and around the Olympic Stadium in London 2012 the Queen of England in a conference call, has asked for advice from Lord Muck of Londonderry, whom she is due to meet shortly at Stormont, the sectarian Parliament for a sectarian people in British Occupied Ireland. He did not after all become Lord Muck without good reason. So let's back up a little to remind ourselves just exactly how he earned his title.

The Groom of the Stool is normally an English groom or a male servant, who has the job of cleaning the Queen or King's arse, after a bowel movement. When the Queen goes on State visits overseas, sometimes the Groom of the Stool goes with her, on other occasions the honour falls to some selected individual, who can be absolutely trusted and cleared by all of Britain's secret services after stringent security checks. A gentleman with the nickname of Muck Guinness who has served as the Queen's Praetorian guard in Ireland for many decades, during the troubles, was chosen for the role, on the Queen's state visit to the Irish free state, before he became a Presidential candidate in the neo-colonial state last year.

Over the centuries the role of Groom of the Stool, has evolved into licking the Royal's arse, after they discovered a pleasurable sensation, when the Groom of the Stool acquired the art of what is contemporarily known as rimming. Henry VIII had Sir Henry Norreys, a Groom of the Stool executed, because he went a bit far performing his duties, on every orrifice of the King's wife's body, a woman who became Queen, otherwise known by the name of Ann Boylan who was from Ireland. Henry had her name changed to Ann Boleyn, because she worked as a prostitute in Laurencetown in County Galway and preferred the services of the groom's tongue to Henry's.

After the Ann Boylan episode and the execution, Henry VIII's awarded the title Groom of the Stool, to a minion of the King, who licked, along with other court companions and kept an eye on each other for the King, as they attended to the King whenever he had a bowel movement. They also carried out a variety of other tasks within his private rooms but this has been censored by Indymedia Ireland. The position of Groom of the Stool was especially prized, as it allowed unobstructed access to the Royal's attention with intimate favours like Lord Muck currently.

A list below of those who have worked as Groom of the Stool in the British Royal Household, with the exception of the present incumbent, whose official name remains a closely guarded secret under the British Official Secrets Act but may have connections to Indymedia Ireland. However Muck Guinness has officially been chosen as trusted Groom of the Stool, to lick the Queen's arse during her forthcoming Irish visit to British Occupied Ireland. He is believed to have served his apprenticeship in this role, with various other officials from the other Palace along the Thames and is believed to have swallowed a considerable amount of endangered Royal faeces and urine already.

Queen Elizabeth is believed to poo sparingly except after gin binges and she  has been taking elocution lessons for her forthcoming Stormont Irish trip, which will include her asking questions like, "Oi! where's the Bog, Muck?" "Come on our fella give us a lick !" or "Pog Mo Shon Galla, oinseach" in a north of Ireland accent. Bog is the English version of her potty.POg Mo Shon is Gaelic for Lick my Arse ! It is believed that she will travel to Ireland with her own toilet seat, so that her Royal Arse does not touch the same seat, as the arses of her loyal Irish commoners or her west Brit peasants not to be confused with citizens of the Irish free state, won for citizens north and south of the border with considerable sacrifice. It is believed that Muck Guinness has unclogged the septic's of hundreds of commoners from the other palace on the Thames, before scrounging for arse biscuits, behind the Windsor's.

Originally the title Groom of the Stool referred to the arselicker or whoever served in that royal capacity. So for example the Muck Guinness title would become Queen Lizzie's Arselicker as well as Chief of Staff.. Later it referred to the long trailing robe of the Queen from the Latin stola, which Muck Guinness would be obliged to carry around British Occupied Ireland after the Queen's visit. It is believed that Muck Guinness as holder of the position during the forthcoming Queen's visit, will become a senior Lord of the Bedchamber or Prince-consort of the Queen's Man of the Robes, when he will be officially become known as Lord Muck of Londonderry.

Lord Muck we have learned has advised the Queen to sell the  SEVEN THOUSAND THREE HUNDRED TONS of radioactive dirt to Iran, whom MI6 claim are trying to build an atomic bomb, There is enough radioactive dirt, disturbed because of Olympic excavations in east London, to enable the Iranians to build 500 atomic bombs.Lord Muck has then advised the Queen with true Muck treachery, that as soon as they have moved the considerable quantities of radioactive dirt, to inform the Israeli's of the arrangement, so that they can nuke Iran immediately. So its Goodnight Tehran, hello a nuclear free Olympic Games. 

Lord Muck has further advised his Queen, to enlist the services of both BP petroleum and DOW Chemicals with the subsequent clean up-operation. Both British companies who are already Olympic sponsors, have considerable experience after BP almost wiped out single handedly, the natural environment of North America from Alaska to the Gulf with oil spills, while DOW has walked away from wiping out thousands of Indians with chemical explosions. Both have acquired considerable cover-up experience and greenwashing tactics as official sponsors for the Games. So we can expect plenty of muck and excitement for the games, with nuclear explosions, poverty riots and human right protests, at what has already become known as the Scum Olympics of London 2012.

Lord Muck has been preceded by the following;

Grooms of the Stool to Charles II

1660: William Seymour, 1st Marquess of Hertford

1660–1685: Sir John Granville

Grooms of the Stool to James II

1685–1688: Henry Mordaunt, 2nd Earl of Peterborough

Grooms of the Stool to William III

1689–1700: Baron Hans Bentinck

1700–1702: Henry Sydney, 1st Earl of Romney

Grooms of the Stool to Queen Anne

1702–1711: Sarah Churchill, Countess of Marlborough

1711–1714: Elizabeth Seymour, Duchess of Somerset

Grooms of the Stool to Prince George

1683–1697: John Berkeley, 3rd Baron Berkeley of Stratton

1702–1704: Henry Sydney, 1st Earl of Romney

Grooms of the Stool to George I

1714–1719: Lionel Sackville, 1st Duke of Dorset

1719–1722: Charles Spencer, 3rd Earl of Sunderland

1723–1727: Francis Godolphin, 2nd Earl of Godolphin

Grooms of the Stool to George II

1727–1735: Francis Godolphin, 2nd Earl of Godolphin

1735–1751: Henry Herbert, 9th Earl of Pembroke

1751–1755: Willem Anne van Keppel, 2nd Earl of Albemarle

1755–1760: William Nassau de Zuylestein, 4th Earl of Rochford

Grooms of the Stool to George III

1760–1761: John Stuart, 3rd Earl of Bute

1761–1770: Francis Hastings, 10th Earl of Huntingdon

1770–1775: George Hervey, 2nd Earl of Bristol

1775–1782: John Ashburnham, 2nd Earl of Ashburnham

1782–1796: Thomas Thynne, 3rd Viscount Weymouth

1796–1804: John Ker, 3rd Duke of Roxburghe

1804–1812: George Finch, 9th Earl of Winchilsea

1812–1820: Charles Paulet, 13th Marquess of Winchester

Grooms of the Stool to George IV

1820–1830: Charles Paulet, 13th Marquess of Winchester

Grooms of the Stool to William IV

1830–1837: Charles Paulet, 13th Marquess of Winchester

Grooms of the Stool to Prince Albert

1840–1841: Lord Robert Grosvenor

1841–1846: Brownlow Cecil, 2nd Marquess of Exeter

1846–1859: James Hamilton, 1st Duke of Abercorn

1859–1861: John Spencer, 5th Earl Spencer

Grooms of the Stool to The Prince of Wales

1862–1866: John Spencer, 5th Earl Spencer

1877–1883: Sir William Knollys

1883–1901: James Hamilton, 2nd Duke of Abercorn

P.S. if you do attend or participate in the games please bring a radiation suit as being roasted alive is no laughing matter. Please reshare or pass this on to your friends as there is already a huge cover up and censorship operation in place!

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BRING YOUR BABIES TO BE SHOT - BRITISH EXPERIMENT NEW POLICING

LORD MUCK OF LONDONDERRY'S  BRITISH VIGILANTES INFILTRATE REPUBLICAN MOVEMENT

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• British vigilantes calling themselves republicans and directed by Lord Muck are conducting a campaign of shootings that have have in the last year alone forced more than 200 youngsters out of Derry, which Lord Muck has decided will be Britain's City of Culture in 2013.More than 85 youngsters have been shot in the last three years in what they call "punishment" shootings by a British paramilitary police operation, called Republican Action Against Drugs (RAAD) in Lord Muck vigilante violence.
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• Those shot are mostly teenagers brought along by  parents or relative at a pre-arranged appointment to be shot for allegations of drug dealing or other supposed anti-social behaviour. Like Marian Price who is interned without trial and thus removed from preventing this barbaric savagery, there is no trial. With parents and vigilantes like these who needs enemies. The preposterous part of the equation is that these British mentored groups pretend to be seeking Irish freedom.
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• Up to four teenagers are being forced out of Derry city every week, while it prepares to be the UK's City of Culture, the families of those shot which includes the mother of a young man that was murdered in February, say they live "in a city of fear". Last February RAAD gunmen shot dead a former boxer, Andrew Allen, 24, just outside Derry in a family's   house in Co Donegal, when the British paramilitary police vigilantes disguised as republicans were shamed when he stood up to them, so they killed him. His mother, Donna Smith, said the peace process no longer meant anything to her or her family.
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• John Lindsay who has written a new book "No Dope Here" says: "On average there are about four young men being forced out of the city by RAAD and other vigilante groups per week."The figures are being recorded by at least two community groups who are called into liaise between the organisations and the men.There are, on a conservative basis, more than 200 who were put out of Derry over the last 12 months. They are going to places as diverse as Belfast, Armagh, Dublin and of course England, anywhere where they have friends or relatives to flee to. And they are told if they don't leave they will be shot or even killed.How can they call this the City of Culture when they (RAAD) are going around butchering children? Something has to be done, it has to be stopped before another family is sitting in the situation that we are in: me without a son, my other children without a brother and two small children without a father."
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• He said: "I think it is quite obvious the community is beginning to rise up against this and as a result of that it is quite clear that RAAD are about to make the biggest mistake of their lives. They are about to bite off more than they can chew because if the community in Derry turns against you then you are going absolutely nowhere.And I think they (RAAD) do need to be going somewhere and they need to be going to prison. And I would hope as a result of the rise in opposition to the activities of RAAD that people will come forward to give all the information they have about this group."
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• There has been several demonstrations against the attacks and against RAAD members who are colleagues of Lord Muck who collaborated with the British in its "war" against Irish communities in British Occupied Ireland. against the attacks. Lord Muck has given token protest against the vigilantes to disguise his involvement in the same way he has made just token protest on internment while politically supporting it. Lord Muck licks arse before he gets his victims in the back.
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• The British use Occupied Ireland for experiments with materials and methods used for policing and crowd control. Besides currently experimenting with vigilantes to replace police in Britain, they are also experimenting with internment without trial in instance of Marian Price. Since Marian was interned, there is very little organized opposition in Derry, to the activities of Lord Muck and his British infiltrators into the Republican movement. Britain has also experimented with police shoot to kill policies against communities, along with plastic bullets and techniques practiced by Kitson in other colonies.
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•  Britain was found guilty of torture in British Occupied Ireland by the European Court of Human rights in Strasbourg. The British Government promised to outlaw sensory deprivation torture in British Occupied Ireland subsequently but like the Peace agreement have broken almost all of their undertakings. They are currently torturing Marian Price and other political prisoners in solitary confinement, who are in considerable pain and daily agony. They have refused to admit UN observers. 
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• SEE BBC BULLSCCUTTER VIDEO - http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-northern-ireland-18519018

LET THEM EAT ARSEBISCUITS

London’s radiation and social problems, associated with Londons 2012 Olympics and the Queen's jubilee, will be swept under a giant carpet of smugness this Summer. London’s new piggy rich will scramble to ingratiate themselves with royal privilege, while politicians will ride the tide of distraction from real social issues The corporate media of the City of London will carefully choreograph imagery for the commoners like the old Roman empire did with their games for the plebs.

Things are not good in the UK just now, where just a stone's throw from the Olympic stadium, serious social deprivation in Newham, matches the inner city decay of the north of England, without any of the sense of national togetherness, that the establishment would like to portray. As one of the the extremely poor areas of the UK, there is very little this Olympic locality has in common with the Olympic Village, never mind the elite Jubilee Queen and her hangers on.

While Britain’s super-rich in the City of London have increased their wealth during this recession, the combined wealth of its 1,000 wealthiest people this year, £414billion, up 4.7 per cent on last year, while the rate of poverty in London is 28 per cent of its total population. Over one million Londoners now live in extreme low-income families, where despite at least one adult working, there is an increase of 60 per cent in poverty, in the last decade.

Despite well-documented connections between deprivation, inequality and social problems, the corporate media propaganda that last August’s riots were an outbreak of “sheer criminality” is now widely accepted. This smugness may very well come back and bite during the Olympics and Jubilee celebrations. Outbreaks of looting tend to occur in cities just a little too smug about their reality. London’s establishment are both smug and in serious denial about its increasingly vicious inequalities. A Dutch inner city expert Vantisphout after a visit to London had this to to say:

“The reality of urban riots is that they have always turned out to be the opposite of a learning experience for a city. Riots have nearly always resulted in politicians simplifying the problem even more, and citizens looking away even further.” So for the politicians the Jubilee and Olympics are a wonderful distraction, with the message from the aristocracy to the commoners, not to worry about the privatisation of their health service or worry about poverty, with its numerous accompanying social problems> Just clap your hands, smile, clap your hands and smile some more, stiff upper lip, blitz spirit and all that !.  So for the powerful these are very welcome diversions from serious problems.

The Diamond Jubilee marks 60 years of the Queen’s reign, with the Olympics between 27th July to 12th August. it is said that when the Queen was told about the extreme poverty in Britain and told that Lord Muck of Londonderry, was waiting in British Occupied Ireland with bated breath, to go down on his knees, amid even greater poverty where there id often nothing to eat to celebrate her jubilee, that she replied, "LET THEM EAT ARSEBISCUITS."


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UNREPENTANT FENIAN BASTARD

Martin Galvin's speech at a commemoration for Brendan Hughes in County Louth.

An influential New York radio program, Radio Free Eireann, where Brendan Hughes’ voice was often heard, begins each week with a song that shouts the words “unrepentant Fenian bastard!” Years ago when first I came across the phrase “unrepentant” Fenian or “unrepentant” Republican, it puzzled me. Repentance to me meant remorse and contrition for some wrongdoing that one later comes to regret.

We mark Easter as our national day to honour Ireland’s patriot dead and pay tribute to their unbroken bond with the volunteers of 1916 by reading the Proclamation. That generation honoured the Fenians, whose very graves they said, guaranteed that” Ireland unfree shall never be at peace.” Later the word Fenian came to be commonly used as a label to abuse any defiant Republicans who did not bend the knee to British rule or the beneficiaries of sectarian privilege. 

Either way I took the term to be a compliment, high praise, and another way of saying Irish patriot. No one speaks of a repentant patriot. Why should any Fenian or Republican be repentant and why would it ever be noteworthy to single out any Fenian for being unrepentant? Of course it is easier to see the meaning today. 

Brendan Hughes surely lived and died as an unrepentant Fenian. He could have no more repented, nor disowned, nor denied his part in the IRA’s fight against British rule, than he could repent being Irish, or disown Belfast, or disavow the legitimacy of the Irish struggle by donning a British criminal uniform in the H-blocks of Long Kesh.

The very suggestion that he repent, disown or even minimize his part in the struggle to make himself more politically acceptable to the British, much less to a Paisley or Robinson led Stormont, would have been answered with that sly mischievous grin, perhaps a chuckle and an instruction to ”cop yourself on.”

Last week David Cameron managed to take time out from his busy schedule with more important matters, to visit what he repeatedly and deliberately calls “this part of the United Kingdom”. He patted himself on the back for the Bloody Sunday families’ hard won apology, said he did it to close the chapter, and spoke of honouring those who he says served with distinction in upholding British rule and law. There does not seem to be much repentance there for the Ballymurphy Massacre, or shoot-to-kill, or internment, or collusion murders with loyalist death squads, or torture or Hunger Strike deaths, Diplock Courts or any of the many other unjustified and unjustifiable acts, mere tactics, wielded in the name of British law and rule. His arrogance is of course in line with what Republicans have always heard from the British crown. Cameron by the way was applauded at Stormont.

Brendan Hughes took pride in counting himself as one of those men and women who” served with distinction” standing against these unjustified and unjustifiable acts committed by those upholding British rule and law, and against the very idea that the right of Irish people to national freedom vanishes into the air a few miles from here. 

It should hardly be necessary for me to speak about his part in the struggle in the presence of some who were with him, with him in the streets of Belfast or the infamous H-blocks of Long Kesh.

However some mention must be made if only because some, in the name of the new political dispensation, seem to believe that it is permissible to dispense with the reputations and role played in the struggle of those like Brendan, who did not fall in line behind the narrative. Our presence here today, the memorial lecture of a few weeks ago, the murals of him, so fittingly near murals dedicated to Republican political prisoners, are proof if any were needed, that Brendan Hughes is beyond any attempt to discredit, diminish or dispense with his exploits. 

Like countless others, I knew of him long before I would meet him. Like a Jim Lynagh, or Pete Ryan or Francis Hughes among so many others, Brendan Hughes was one of those volunteer IRA soldiers whose courage and determination seemed to overflow into those alongside them, somehow instilling confidence that the overwhelming military advantages held by British crown forces would someone be neutralized or overcome because he was there.

He was fearless, a leader who was there at the beginning in Belfast, rose through the ranks, and led from the front. He saw family members killed, faced imprisonment and was not deterred.

It was perhaps most characteristic of him that when he escaped from a British prison he did so not to gain safety in the south or even a respite, but to get back to Belfast and the fight within days.

In the H-blocks he had the unenviable, if not near impossible task of rallying the H-block blanketmen, the 300 Spartans, as Richard O’Rawe described them, keeping up their spirits and morale in the daily fight against British criminalization while at the same time, exercising the restraint and patience required by the Republican movement, to build the campaign which would eventually inspire countless thousands across Ireland and across the globe to rally behind the blanketmen against Thatcher’s brutal torture.

When all attempts at a political resolution, including that by Cardinal O’Fiaich were dismissed by Thatcher, and the ultimate protest, hunger strike, was forced upon Republican political prisoners, Brendan Hughes volunteered to lead. While himself suffering 53 days of hunger strike, on the back of years of protest, the responsibility fell upon him to end the first hunger strike in time to save the life of Sean McKenna. We would then see Thatcher throw away still another opportunity to resolve the protest, instead choosing tactics which would mean the death of ten hunger strike martyrs, in her vain effort to break the struggle by breaking the prisoners.

After his release from Long Kesh, Brendan volunteered to come to the United States to collect funds for the Republican Movement. It was not an assignment he relished, but one that was important to the struggle. He would begin meetings by explaining he was not there to seek monies for Irish Northern Aid or the families of political prisoners or even for Sinn Fein. He was raising money for the IRA.

He threw himself into the tour, meeting small groups answering questions and explaining strategy. He worked with patience, determination and some humor and succeeded nearly doubling his original goal. He was perhaps too successful. It is perhaps no coincidence, that when he returned to Ireland he was slotted into the IRA’s security department, where he could be checked by at least one prominent British agent, Freddie Scappaticci, while another paid British traitor, Denis Donaldson would be posted to New York the next year where he could knock down all that Brendan had built up.

In those days, the British trumpeted the propaganda fiction that the IRA fight was not due to the injustice of British rule but because so-called godfathers were profiting from the war. Anyone who ever visited Brendan Hughes would see this claim for the lie that it was, as he clearly never asked or accepted any profit, from a struggle in which he had given years of his life.

Later, he would come to question a deal that he feared would not only barter away acceptance of British rule and a unionist veto, but would hijack Republicanism,- maneuvering some well-meaning Republicans into positions within a British Stormont administration or constabulary boards where they inescapably would be used by the British to put a Republican front on British rule.

How easy it would have been for him to keep silent, perhaps be seen at the odd political event or commemoration and simply enjoy the prominence, fame and opportunities, which his part in the struggle might have merited. Instead the same beliefs which brought this Unrepentant Fenian out onto the streets of Belfast to join the struggle against the forces of the British crown now led him to decide that loyalty to the struggle demanded he speak against the deal, and direction in which the Movement was headed.

His arguments were seldom answered on the merits but sidestepped with fanciful claims that Brendan was affected by the hunger strike or his years of imprisonment. The worst and most hurtful of these was the slander that he was against the leadership on a personal basis. This was a movement led by some with whom he had fought alongside, been imprisoned and risked his life. The idea of speaking against a leadership which included such close friends must have been heartbreaking for him and harder in some ways than refusing the crown uniform in Long Kesh. Such slanders were created to enable others to justify themselves to themselves without dealing with the truth behind his words.

He became a rallying point for debate, for independent Republican analysis, and for legitimate criticism at a time when many who could never be intimidated into talking at Castlereagh were intimidated into silence by threats, pickets, slurs or ostracism so strong that it could push a strong individual like Whitey Bradley to take his own life.

Today it is important to return to the fundamental question of that debate. Is this Stormont deal a transition to a united Ireland? Will accepting British rule, taking Stormont ministries or places on constabulary boards, and banding together in partnership with the DUP, succeed in removing the injustices underpinning British rule, overcoming the unionist veto and uniting Ireland?

Or was the deal planned by the British to be a final resting place for Republicans? Will those who become wedded to a British administration ultimately be wedded to its injustices- their very presence and reputations as Republicans trotted out to present visible Republican faces behind which British rule will be administered in British interests? Will those from the unionist community be swayed to join them in a united Ireland or is it more likely that some from the nationalist community, who take up jobs and positions, begin to think that British rule is not so bad for me? 

We need only look to Maghaberry, and the plight of Republican prisoners which was always so close to Brendan’s heart. Thirty years ago, Republicans were in the midst of a Hunger Strike in Long Kesh.

It had been forced on the prisoners by years of beatings and “naked brutality”, much of inflicted during mirror searches of naked prisoners. The British crown indulged the sectarian brutality and beatings because it served British objectives. Forcing Republican prisoners to wear a criminal uniform was part of a strategy, to claim the six counties as normal, and claim those in Long Kesh or Armagh as criminals duly convicted by Diplock courts. 

Many who supported these Republican prisoners, Cardinal O’Fiaich first and foremost, did not support the armed struggle, but did so a humanitarian basis, noting that the Blanketmen were jailed under special laws, by special Diplock Courts, for unselfish politically motivated actions that would never have occurred except for the political situation. Which of these criteria does not apply to Republican political prisoners in Maghaberry today?

Why cannot Sinn Fein on this same basis halt this naked brutality and secure the enforcement of the reasonable agreement made last August 12? 

Why today in Maghaberry under a compromised justice ministry, and handpicked minister, is this brutality allowed to continue? 

Why do we hear DUP members and David Ford sounding Thatcher like in saying no concessions and Sinn Fein unable or unwilling to halt this naked brutality?

Marian Price is also in Maghaberry, not for anything she said or did at an Easter Commemoration in Derry, (although the day when it is illegal to commemorate Easter and its meaning in the six counties may be coming .She is there because a British official arbitrarily revoked her decades old license.

One of those then charged with her, has a top position at Stormont and on the constabulary board. Does that make her situation better or worse? When will she have an opportunity to challenge the crown’s use of a license as a license to intern at will? 

Gerry McGeough is also in Maghaberry. He was jailed in 2011 for IRA charges that took place in the middle of the 1981 Hunger Strike. We know he was arrested in retaliation for running for election as an Independent Republican and criticizing a re-branded crown constabulary. How many members of the crown forces have been give a silent amnesty for shoot-to-kill, collusion murders, or even torture or perjury in cover-ups.

How can Republicans look at cases like this and not question whether seats at Stormont or constabulary boards are leading only to more seats at Stormont or more places at boards serving British rule in a partitioned Ireland. 

Again last week, Cameron was at Stormont. His speech should have shattered the myths and illusions. He thinks it is done and dusted. He thinks when we speak of Ireland and unification we should be speaking of the north cemented together with England, Scotland and Wales. He thinks that the British crown has at last locked up movement towards Irish freedom within Stormont, as tightly as Brendan Hughes and the three hundred Spartans were locked away in Long Kesh. He was even applauded by Sinn Fein.

How many times did his predecessor, Thatcher think that she had Brendan Hughes and the blanketmen beaten? How wrong she was.

Brendan Hughes and his fellow political prisoners locked away in the H-blocks or Armagh were able to inspire a unity and determination which broke anything that Thatcher or the British could throw at them. Can Republicans today forge a unity and strategy which can break through once more, and get us back on the path to the united and free Ireland which this unrepentant Fenian and so many others sacrificed and suffered so much to win for us? 

LORD MUCK TO PRESS ROYAL FLESH AT HOTEL STORMONT

At another Shame Fein assembly for political VIPs at the Stormont Hotel, a leading Provo swinger has said, that he believes Lord Muck of Londonderry, will meet the Queen when she visits British Occupied Ireland later this month and that he will give her a right rasping tongue seeing to. The leading Provo swinger who just came out of the closet to make the statement, admitted he has acquired a taste for jam on both sides at the the Stormont Hortel, saying his "hunch" was that the LOrd Muck intends to press his Majesty's flesh. He said his party colleagues and fellow swingers took  their decision on the basis of helping flower power and of course collecting the Queen's shilling.

The Queen who is partial to Dubonnet and Gin is expected to make a sober effort to attend a massive hush hush orgy at the Stormont Hotel, planned by the Provos for the event ! Along with numerous barrels of liquor and illegal substances stored at Hillsborough castle for the event, are several barrels of  infants blood a deviant must for all aristocracy at such events. Lord Muck is planning a bit of craic, with a special performance in his majesties groom of the stool role. Large quantities of bog top soil have been staged for the event, where Lord Muck and his Queen plan a special down and dirty exhibition for guests. Pervert Paterson and his horsey set plan to also attend with other S&M exhibits in the pipeline. Word has it that he will beat to death a couple of horses, to be closely followed by swallowing one of the Queen's  corgies alive. He also plans to kidnap a few Provo wives and horsewhip them to death in a Mongolian style that would put his hero Ghengis Khan to shame..

There is also a first time public initiation ceremony of several Provos into the Stormont Royal Lodge. The ceremony involves the Provo novices each riding a goat via the rear entrance, as part of their initiation into the Orange Order. While the orgy for swingers is primarily meant to celebrate the Queen's jubilee, it is also meant to celebrate the return of several dissident prodigal sons in Fermanagh /South Tyrone to the Provo fold. The Orange initiation ceremony of the riding of goats will be a very public display witnessed by everyone. The Provo spokes person told reporters: "My hunch is that he will meet her and it will be a calculation from within the party asking does this help the flower power process?" The Provo MLA who worked in the Royal Ulster Constabulary RUC is also a long standing Orangeman

When asked about the sudden change to swinger parties at Hotel Stormont and the acquired taste for jam on both sides, he replied that it comes from the flower power process of seeing both sides of the political divide and that it is now politically cool and flavour of the month, besides it pays very well. Asked if his wife also enjoyed a club sandwich he confirmed that she has had a good go at several leading loyalist wives. Asked about the hygiene aspect of Lord Mucks antics and the riding of goats he maintained that both the goats and Queen were thoroughly sanitized with steam hoses before the event by Pervert Paterson. Quizzed about the morality of drinking copious amounts infants blood he insisted that it was part of the British heritage in British Occupied Ireland and besides the Princes of Rome were in no position to criticize. When one journalist asked if the orgy was in essence a fusion of Masons, Orangemen and Opus Dei ceremonies in the spirit of the GFA agreement, the reporter was told to wind in his neck, to mind his own business and go home and mind his own family.

It is not clear if Gerry McGeough will be released in time for the event but Marian Price an interned political prisoner of conscience and principle will definitely not, as she disapproves of such political shenanigans. Her political heritage grounded in the strong Irish republican tradition of her family, will not bow to the current culture of tyrannical decadence, corruption, accompanied by secret wheeling and dealing in whispers, behind closed doors, while her Irish people of no property continue to live in material, spiritual. emotional and cultural poverty. The pleasures exclusive to the Queen's rich, elite of Stormont and Dublin Castle in British Occupied Ireland, belong to all of Marian's class. Meantime day after day, night after night she remains in solitary confinement, tortured like the constant, principled few of her ancestors from every generation, that have always resisted British Occupation in Ireland, enabled by treacherous sellouts.Perverted justice in British Occupied Ireland is currently administered by the unelected Englishman Pervert Paterson and rubber stamped by a gravy train of arsebiscuits at Stormont, while all political opposition is censored, criminalized and politically interned, often without trial, certainly without a proper trial with a jury of peers.

ARTHUR:  Old woman!
  DENNIS:  Man!
  ARTHUR: Old Man, sorry.  What knight live in that castle over there?
  DENNIS:  I'm thirty seven.
  ARTHUR:  What?
  DENNIS:  I'm thirty seven -- I'm not old!
  ARTHUR:  Well, I can't just call you `Man'.
  DENNIS:  Well, you could say `Dennis'.
  ARTHUR:  Well, I didn't know you were called `Dennis.'
  DENNIS:  Well, you didn't bother to find out, did you?
  ARTHUR:  I did say sorry about the `old woman,' but from the behind
      you looked--
  DENNIS:  What I object to is you automatically treat me like an inferior!
  ARTHUR:  Well, I AM king...
  DENNIS:  Oh king, eh, very nice.  An' how'd you get that, eh?  By
      exploitin' the workers -- by 'angin' on to outdated imperialist dogma
      which perpetuates the economic an' social differences in our society!
      If there's ever going to be any progress--
  WOMAN:  Dennis, there's some lovely filth down here.  Oh -- how d'you do?
  ARTHUR:  How do you do, good lady.  I am Arthur, King of the Britons.
      Who's castle is that?
  WOMAN:  King of the who?
  ARTHUR:  The Britons.
  WOMAN:  Who are the Britons?
  ARTHUR:  Well, we all are. we're all Britons and I am your king.
  WOMAN:  I didn't know we had a king.  I thought we were an autonomous
      collective.
  DENNIS:  You're fooling yourself.  We're living in a dictatorship.
      A self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working classes--
  WOMAN:  Oh there you go, bringing class into it again.
  DENNIS:  That's what it's all about if only people would--
  ARTHUR:  Please, please good people.  I am in haste.  Who lives
      in that castle?
  WOMAN:  No one live there.
  ARTHUR:  Then who is your lord?
  WOMAN:  We don't have a lord.
  ARTHUR:  What?
  DENNIS:  I told you.  We're an anarcho-syndicalist commune.  We take
      it in turns to act as a sort of executive officer for the week.
  ARTHUR:  Yes.
  DENNIS:  But all the decision of that officer have to be ratified
      at a special biweekly meeting.
  ARTHUR:  Yes, I see.
  DENNIS:  By a simple majority in the case of purely internal affairs,--
  ARTHUR:  Be quiet!
  DENNIS:  --but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more--
  ARTHUR:  Be quiet!  I order you to be quiet!
  WOMAN:  Order, eh -- who does he think he is?
  ARTHUR:  I am your king!
  WOMAN:  Well, I didn't vote for you.
  ARTHUR:  You don't vote for kings.
  WOMAN:  Well, 'ow did you become king then?
  ARTHUR:  The Lady of the Lake,
      [angels sing]
      her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur
      from the bosom of the water signifying by Divine Providence that I,
      Arthur, was to carry Excalibur.
      [singing stops]
      That is why I am your king!
  DENNIS:  Listen -- strange women lying in ponds distributing swords
      is no basis for a system of government.  Supreme executive power
      derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical
      aquatic ceremony.
  ARTHUR:  Be quiet!
  DENNIS:  Well you can't expect to wield supreme executive power
      just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!
  ARTHUR:  Shut up!
  DENNIS:  I mean, if I went around sayin' I was an empereror just
      because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me they'd
      put me away!
  ARTHUR:  Shut up!  Will you shut up!
  DENNIS:  Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system.
  ARTHUR:  Shut up!
  DENNIS:  Oh!  Come and see the violence inherent in the system!
      HELP! HELP! I'm being repressed!
  ARTHUR:  Bloody peasant!
  DENNIS:  Oh, what a give away.  Did you here that, did you here that,
      eh?  That's what I'm on about -- did you see him repressing me,
      you saw it didn't you?

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London 2012 Olympics : Breaking News ; DIRTY NUKE SECRET BOMBSHELL !

London 2012 Olympics ; SEVEN THOUSAND THREE HUNDRED TONS OF RADIOACTIVE MATERIAL

Before the London 2012 Olympic site area was built, it was a nuclear waste dump. Much of this news has like major events in British Occupied Ireland, been censored. SEVEN THOUSAND THREE HUNDRED TONS of radioactive material have been buried about 200 meters north of the Olympic Stadium. The proven liars of the British Government, lie when they say it will be safe for a thousand years just as Hitler lied, when said his Reich would be around a thousand years.
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The British authorities have known that the radioactive waste was buried in the Olympic Park but only now after considerable censorship has been overcome, has the seriousness of  the problem become public. Official documents show more than 7,000 tonnes of nuclear waste have been found, with much more to come. More than 7,300 tonnes is currently in a poorly constructed radioactive storage room, built in the bridge to the Olympic Park. Olympic Delivery Authority contractors claim, that the waste in the storage unit should be safe but an expert says that everyone involved with the Olympics in London, including spectators will be nuked with some to die horrible deaths. The British Government and Olympic bosses are involved in a huge cover-up, just like their censorship of torture and human rights abuses in British Occupied Ireland that includes internment without trial.
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Doctor Chris Busby, an expert on radiation has said, that the radioactive material will be extremely hazardous.Dr Busby also emphasized that the data on radioactive material in the Olympic Park shows a radiation signature that, “suggests that the contamination is from significant levels of uranium. This should be considered to be a serious alpha and photoelectron emitter inhalation hazard.” A lot of the radioactive waste has been found in the the main stadium itself which includes radium, polonium, and thorium as well as uranium. The greedy rush to make money and meet Olympic deadlines, resulted in an inadequate survey, as the radioactive nuclear material was only found after contaminated material had been accidentally unearthed.

Many international teams concerned with their athletes health and welfare are considering withdrawing from the London 2012 Olympics. The revelations are ironic in the sense that many security experts off the record, are expecting a nuclear attack on the London 2012 Olympics anyway. Many locals have moved homes out of the area, because of nuclear fears and advice from experts on extremely high levels of radiation.


It is not clear if there is insurance cover for the many thousands of expected casualties from radiation at London 2012 Olympics. Besides the nuclear cloud hanging over London 2012 Olympics, it has been plagued by a boycott threat because of London's savage human rights record of torture and internment without trial of political activists in British Occupied Ireland. Many visitors have also cancelled their visits to London in the Summer, with reports of hundreds of dirty underwear bombs being manufactured in Southern Yemen. There are also concerns of widespread rioting in London like last Summer when the City was ablaze.

Please pass this info on to your friends or anyone you care about, who may be visiting London, being burned or roasted alive is not a matter to be taken lightly.

London 2012 Olympics Blitz Spirit for Dirty Bombs

London 2012 Olympics are meant to be a jolly montage of smiling Brits waving the Butcher's apron in the sunshine. Gritting teeth with stiff upper lips steeped in their myth of the blitz spirit, half-starved with the prospect of a dirty bombs this time as they pine for their long lost Empire. Jolly good and that, with the pretence of more fun, than than they really are having, Still mustn't grumble. Come on Bully boy!, chin up its not the end of the world!, or is it ?

Perhaps they will leave their mortal City grinning and bearing it. Nothing wrong with remaining positive, despite an economy going down the toilet, with young people unable to get jobs and millions sunk in debt. Meanwhile back in the city of its namesake with the British army on the street again,  Lord Muck likes to call it Londonderry while he's on about Prince Harry's blue shoes and how everyone in Londonderry including Shame Fein loves his Queen.

People like Lord Muck of Londonderry say "it's what we do best in this country," meaning feebly succumbing to a faded sense of belonging to a Britain that never existed in reality. The world of Lord Muck's cheery beefeaters on fridge magnets to distract commoners from their starker reality. So let London and Londonderry have a jolly big parties costing billions of taxpayers pounds that they can't afford, pretending they don't have any problems which got them into this mess in the first place. And Oh Yeah ! lets pretend that ordianry people are not being interned without trial with rampant human rights abuses, torture, solitary confinement and all that fascist stuff in British Occupied Ireland.

LONDON 2012 : SCUM OLYMPICS FRAUD INVESTIGATION

The International Olympic Committee has started an investigation into Olympics officials and agents breaching its rules on London 2012 ticket sales.The IOC had an emergency meeting of its executive board after serious complaints by the Sunday Times.The IOC has now asked  its independent ethics commission to investigate the British scandal of London 2012. They will also review how Olympic tickets are distributed among countries worldwide.

The Sunday Times has lodged a dossier with evidence detailing accusations that Olympic officials and agents have been caught red handed selling thousands of tickets on the black market for many times times their real value.The Times also alleges that its lengthy investigation found corruption involving officials of London 2012.

More than a million London 2012 tickets have distributed worldwide at hugely inflated prices among all the nations taking part in the Games but London 2012 is obviously infiltrated with touts. British Olympic committees are meant to ensure that allocations is only sold only within Britain but has already failed.

Undercover journalists posing as  ticket touts from the Middle East were offered crooked deals on London 2012 tickets. A senior Olympic official has already resigned after being filmed offering tickets for cash. An IOC statement said: "The International Olympic Committee has moved quickly to deal with allegations that some National Olympic Committees and Authorised Ticket Resellers have broken rules relating to the sale of Olympic tickets."

The London 2012 organizing committee claims it will support the IOC in its investigation "in any way we can". However London 2012 has been beset by many controversies with the British taxpayer paying vast sums of monies to finance the Games. British taxpayers will be paying through the nose for years to come to try pay off debts of billions upon billions of pounds financing the Olympic London 2012. London 2012 have become known as the Scum Olympics for a variety of reasons but principally because of their association with torture and human rights abuses in British Occupied Ireland.