Showing posts with label Dissident. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dissident. Show all posts

Thursday, 19 March 2015

DISSIDENT JOE BIDEN FOR PRESIDENT



"Say It Ain't So, Joe, Again, and Again, and Again ..."


Joe Biden the American vice-President, stated from the Presidential Podium on St Patrick's Day,"If you're Orange, you're not welcome round here."

Most political analysts in Ireland, believe this is fallout, from the abusive treatment of the American Presidential Diplomat to Ireland, Richard Haass, sent packing, back to the USA, by the Orange Order, who destroyed the Irish Peace Process.
Irish Blog endorses Joe Biden, for the Presidency of the United States, in the next Presidential election and calls on the 80 million Irish Diaspora, to support him.The following poem, which is meant to be a joke, gives you an insight into the diaspora of the Orange Order. 


Susie Lee fell in love.
She planned to marry Joe.
She was so happy' bout it all,
she told her Pappy so.
Pappy told her, "Susie Gal,
you'll have to find another.
I'd just as soon yo' maw don't know,
but Joe is yo' half-brother."
So Susie forgot about her Joe
and planned to marry Will.
But, after telling Pappy this,
he said, "There's trouble still.
You can't marry Will, my gal,
and please don't tell yo' mother,
cause Will and Joe and several mo'
I know is yo' half-brother."
But Mama knew and said "Honey Child,
Do what makes yo' happy.
Marry Will or marry Joe,
you ain't no kin of Orange Pappy!
"


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Censored by Britain in certain countries.


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Saturday, 8 November 2014

DISSIDENT COMES OUT OF ORANGE ORDER CLOSET






WARNING: THE STORY BELOW IS NOT FOR THE EYES OF CHILDREN UNDER 16 YEARS, GOD FEARING ORANGE MEN, SENSITIVE DISSIDENTS OR THE xPENSIVE pILL. CERTAIN PORTIONS ARE REDACTED AS GAEILGE TO AVOID OFFENCE.

I'm a born and bred Orange Order man and I never knew anything about sex, other than what I learned from my wife and from a goat at my Orange Order initiation ceremony. Because I was under performing in bed, according to my wife, We joined a local swingers club, after my wife told me the type of admirers that she wanted and what my role was to be, after first watching, to learn what she required, and when she wanted my assistance. I was to strictly follow her orders, not Orange Orders. Later the club told us that a young gentleman was coming round and this is what subsequently happened.


After the doorbell rang my wife ordered me to answer it and standing there bold as brass, was another decent looking Freemason named Willy. My wife came over and gave us both the secret sign, taking him straight up to bedroom. She again ordered me to go downstairs, to sort out the drinks. When I returned to the bedroom, they were on the bed getting very intimate. My wife told me that Willy was going to show me how to please a woman.

I didn’t know what she meant exactly, but I knew by the wink of her eye, she was going to involve me in one way or another. Well they started off, kissing passionately from the word go and ignoring me completely. Whilst I was jealous to see my wife with another man, even if he was a brother from the Orange Order, I have to admit however, that it was also exciting for me and I was getting harder watching both of them but for some strange reason my eyes seemed to focus principally on Willy. 

Anyway she again barked at me, to come over to them on the bed and told to pull her skirt down, which showed her orange panties, which were already soaked, with Willy then pulling her panties down and like a snake, used his fingers istigh, agus nuair a tabhair siad amach iad, my wife ordered mo bheal ag ol an biach. I followed her orders precisely. I started to lick, while Willy was behind me and I was so horribly humiliated, when he too ordered me, to make sure my wife was nice and biach for him, as she slammed my head deep within, while grinding me down between her thighs.

Willy then stood and removed his briefs and I have to admit, that he looked lovely with a nice tight posterior, while he was already hard and well endowed,with it being around 12” long. Now, I understood, why my greedy wife chose him. So there he was cocky and naked as any orangeman you ever saw prancing down the Ardoyne on the 12th, when my beloved wife, started licking his chest, nibbling his nipples, and at the same time, biting them now and then, as I sat on the edge of the bed, watching him while my wife proceeded to slam him onto the bed and lowered herself ever so slowly onto his "bod" and then started to jockey up and down, ferociously on top of him, moaning and groaning, each time she rammed onto him, while at the same time, screaming that this was the best Willy she’d ever had istigh. My wife also at the same time, started cursing and swearing at him in the most foul manner imaginable, calling him a massive dirty orange barsturd, a filthy flegger, a goatshagger, etc.,etc., while at the same time, being very hard on the poor brother, screaming and climaxing with “ marcaíoch dom níos deacra, tiocfaidh taobh istigh orm ”. 


She was, "ag marcaíochta" for an hour plus, when Willy finally exhausted, came up gasping for air, when she then lay back on the bed and looking at me, said "Peadair," (that's her secret, pet name for me in Irish, please don't mention that to anyone, or it will ruin me). "Peadair," she said "tabhair dom do bheal and glanaidh me." She was dripping wet, as if she had just installed an Irish Water meter, and I never did this sort of thing before, but I also knew, if I didn’t carry out her orders, that I wouldn't see Willy again and I was starting to rather fancy him. I also knew, that she would never allow me to have sex with her again. Anyway because of my reluctance, she screamed and barked at me again, to wind in my stubborn neck and grabbed me by hair, lowering my head deep into her very wet harbour.



Because of draconian censorship in both parts of Ireland, I cannot write further about what happened next, or what happened between Willy and me. The rest of this story is censored, on strict God fearing Orange Orders, while the Roman church has also categorized it, as pure filth, while some fascist dissidents have also censored it. So ye will have to wait until Ireland is liberated, for the rest of it. Below are the events that instigated it.


Mayor Andrew Muir cutting a Sesame Street Bert and Ernie 'Support Gay Marriage' cake - Belfast Telegraph

It's the celebration cake that has made international headlines.


Peter Robinson the First Minister of British Occupied Ireland  has described the controversy "bonkers" over the sponge cake at the centre of a holy row of religious conscience versus statutory rights of Christians and of gay people.

The family business refused to make the cake, when they learned it was in support of gay marriage and it has been been taken court by the Equality Commission. The commission has made good on its threat, to take legal action against the Belfast bakery, unless it acknowledges there had been a breach in equality law and offer restitution.

Peter Robinson said last night: "This kind of decision from the Equality Commission is bonkers. They really do need to wind their necks in. In times when we are scrapping around trying to get funding for essential services for Northern Ireland, they are tossing it away."

Court papers are served on the owners of Ashers Bakery Company Ltd. despite the outcry from Christians and faith-based groups over the news of impending legal action.

"We just can't believe that they're serious about this, that they're going to spend money taking us to court because we didn't make a cake," Daniel McArthur of Ashers said.

"The general consensus is shock that the Equality Commission is pushing ahead with legal proceedings. People are surprised that despite us being a small family business and making our principles clear that they are still commencing court proceedings."



Wednesday, 5 November 2014

NEWS FOR WATERS DISSIDENTS #IrishWaterMovies




I live a lot of the time, in what is regarded as a third world country, for the so called politically correct, a developing country. I have international super markets around me, with prices similar to Ireland. It does not rain for at least 4 months of the year here. I have a consistent Government piped, quality, water supply, for my 3 bedroom house of three showers and 2 bathrooms, that costs 10 euros annually in total, approximately. The people here, simply would not tolerate it being any more expensive because they have not been media washed yet ! Simple! The British  cultural legacy of "Ruling by fooling" is still the norm in Ireland where the Government if it has it's way will charge an average of 1.000 euros annually for their water and licensed media. This "Ruling by fooling"culture has driven myself and millions like me out of my beloved land and away from my people! We are scattered to the extent of an 80 million diaspora across the world. For the vast majority of those who remain, the choice is simple, either indentured slavery or revolution. For those of you who agree, please share this post, because this perspective will be censored by both the BBC, RTE and most of the mainstream media.


The Irish Water debacle: why the State is heading towards being ungovernable
Opinion: The public revolt against water charges is about injustice, and it’s justified







Fintan O'Toole


News
Politics

First published:Tue, Nov 4, 2014, 12:01

It should be so easy. How much political brilliance does it take to persuade the population that it is necessary to change a water supply system that leaves whole cities (Galway) and almost entire counties (Roscommon) without drinkable water for long periods? That wastes through leakage half of all the expensively treated water it produces? That the State can’t do this tells us something about much more than the debacle of Irish Water. It tells us about the governability of the State itself. It would be hysterical to suggest that the State is ungovernable. But it would be naive to deny that it is heading gradually in that direction. And heading there for good reasons: a very significant part of the population has ceased to feel that the State is theirs, that it tries its best to treat them with care and dignity.

The public revolt against water charges is not, for the most part, a rebellion against the eminently sensible idea that a small State should have a single public utility to develop its water system. It’s an expression of anger about bigger things: command-and-control politics; trust-me- I’m-an-expert arrogance; rotten, feckless disregard for the realities of life at the bottom of the heap; the feeling that nobody gives a curse how you live or what you think.

It’s about injustice, and it’s justified. The recent budget was the fourth regressive budget in a row. Four times, the Government has coldly and deliberately decided to hit the weakest and poorest hardest. This has nothing to do with “austerity”. The “austerity” budgets under Fianna Fáil between 2008 and 2011 were mildly progressive – they hit the better-off harder than the worst-off. But every budget under Fine Gael and Labour (Labour!) has quietly reversed this trend. In last month’s budget, the average combined impact of the tax and welfare measures and of water charges on the lowest income households is to reduce their income by about 1 per cent. For the one-fifth of households with the highest incomes, there is a gain of about 0.5 per cent.


I use the word “quietly” with deliberation. The budget was greeted universally in the media as the end of austerity. There’s a reason for this: the Department of Finance refuses to release with its budget documents a distributional analysis of how all the combined measures will affect different income groups. This is a deliberate political policy. One of the clearest promises made in the Programme for Government was that “We will open up the budget process to the full glare of public scrutiny”. The Government may really have intended to do this – until it realised that opening the budgetary process would have revealed how decisions were being slanted against the poorest households. Better to keep it quiet and let a few eggheads do the sums afterwards.



– but it wasn’t for you. Your income is still being reduced by Government decisions right now. And of course a 1 per cent cut in the income of someone on the breadline has a vastly bigger impact on day-to-day life than on someone who’s comfortable. For those who matter least, money matters most.


Such people are quite right to feel that they live in a political world whose “reality” excludes them. This “reality” is a rhetoric of shared sacrifice that masks a deliberate programme of increasing the gaps between rich and poor. It is massive consultancy fees paid out by Irish Water and justified by Phil Hogan with the inanity that “you can’t make an omelette without breaking eggs”. It is bonuses for those who “require improvement”. It is being preached to about how we must all stop thinking of ourselves as citizens and start thinking of ourselves as customers – except, of course, when we expect actual customer services like someone to answer the phone when we call.



And if you create a political world in which many citizens are right to feel these things, the State slowly ceases to be able to function. This is what we’re seeing with the Irish Water debacle. There is nothing wrong in itself in having a single national utility to invest in a dilapidated water system. What’s wrong is that the State can’t articulate with any conviction the idea that a project like this (or any other) is being done fairly, openly, democratically and in the public interest. And in this Irish Water is a warning – a democracy that hollows out a sense of genuine common purpose slowly moves towards ungovernability. Too many people don’t believe that the State has their interests at heart. They don’t see the give-and-take of citizenship because they have experienced too much take and too little give.





Thursday, 11 February 2010

IrishBlog: British Torture Techniques Practiced in Ireland Outsourced

IrishBlog: British Torture Techniques Practiced in Ireland Outsourced

BBC BRUTISH BULLSCUTTER COPERATION

Don't even give them a chance to launch their Bullscutter !

Oh, no. Brutish Bullscutter Coperation. Don't come fucking near me today. Dear Jaysus, you Kerry fucking recruits and gobshites all over the Irish media are their by-product. There are so many things I could say to express my deep mistrust and yes, anger of these new media Irish opinion makers. Their world service can be a titillating export but their rampant censorship of the restless native's replies stinks to high heaven, of arrogance, cultural imperialism and age old repression.

I don't vote right wing as far as I know, so maybe that also explains my antagonism to them. I don't believe the Brutish Bullscutter Coperation, which henceforth will be simply called the BBC, offer anything approximating legitimate alternatives for this country, indeed any country but thats their business. I disagree with their monarchy, class system of commoners, lords, inherited privilige and intolerance of diversity or alternatives.

Lest you think nationalism is blinding me, do not confuse my rants against Brutish Bullscutter with the many Scottish, English and Welsh friends I have known down through the years, most of whom are the salt of the Earth in my opinion and great people.

It goes against every fibre of my being and tradition to be rude to people but you have got to stand up for your identity these days or become a smiling zombie product of their pundits and seductive manipulating bullscutter.

Brutes are people too but we must take this tour d'arse with all of its insanity, as a relief from the bland sanitized, couldn't give a fuck mercenary BULLSCUTTER ! of our age.