POLITICAL WHOREMASTERS OF IRISH CHILD RAPE

Denial of Child Rape by Irish families and friends never ceased to amaze me for many years. Children are being raped within Irish families, everyone knows it is happening, but they would prefer shoot the messengers, while almost everyone, at the same time, pretends to be surprised, that the children are behaving in dysfunctional ways. Worse in the dysfunctional, island of Ireland, many Irishwomen discuss it among themselves or seretly to outsiders, to get knowledge of the situation, but are in denial about the real cause. Children are sent for all kinds of superficial “help” where for politcal reasons, the real problem, which is child rape, is avoided. These enablers relieve their conscience with this superficial help and praying, while drawing more attention to themselves, in the process, rather than confront the monster of institutional child rape, in both parts of Ireland. Even if the issue arises, there is even further denial, with the use of the term "child abuse"  being used, rather than the accurate term, 'Child Rape.'

Ireland has the fourth highest suicide rate in world, among teens in certain categories and the denial in Ireland, about this horrific crime is pervasive. It is rationalized away in communities, with conversations such as; she is like that because she was born premature; he avoids his parents because he is on drugs and it upsets them, his parents are working hard so that he can have the best, while his life is in shreds as he skims through school friends and seems to be always in trouble or stealing. Why doesn’t she want to kiss uncle Patrick? I cannot understand. Her mother is on drugs and has an alcohol problem, but she would never let her child do that. In families of drug users, promiscuity, alcoholism and child rape, they will often ask, why she shames her family, by getting into fights, running away or stealing all the time? They will usually avoid the cause of the problem or pretend it is not happening. The Criminal State method of avoiding responsibilty and covering it up, is through a network of handpicked, nepotism, with constant inter-agency referral and "professional" client priviliged confidentiality, as a distraction, from the real problem of cultivated Child Rape. When enabling politcians are confronted, they wil use soundbites, based on thes referral agencies of official denial.

Women who visit neighbours, regularly notice for example, the oldest daughter never leaving her younger sister’s side, while her Mother’s boyfriend is around, even if it causes a fight, when the boyfriend wants the little sister, to accompany him to the kitchen on some excuse. This is an example of non-normal behaviour, but Irishwomen, often pretend it is, with the mother usually taking the side of the boyfriend, forcing the little girl to go with him. Irish women often do this for financial benefit, which is part of the problem, for other women it means they don’t have to satisfy a sexual need, that they thmeleves don’t wish to perform. For others it is a fear of violence, for other selfish, self-centred, women, it is simply too much of a bother to get involved in the messy horrific affairs of Child Rape, especially if they hardly survived it themselves, so it carries on, in an inter-generational nightmare of spreading an insidious community, disease.

This is the root of the problem. Denial of Child Rape keeps every generation in such Irish families, trapped, unless it is stopped by someone telling the truth, publicly. When families and friends, stay in denial amongst themselves, they are forcing Irish children, deeper into a surreal world, which the child needs to create, in order to survive. This is why many survivors, that have been raped as children, appear to be compulsive liars when talking about their everyday lives. They are forced to survive, by bringing their make believe world, into the real world. To survive they have made both, one and the same. They truly cannot differentiate, between the true and the false. This has been happening for generations in Ireland.  A few brave women, have decided it stops with them, and they will not let it happen to future generations of Irish children. Only the truth, will set these survivors and their future generations of Irish children free. Sadly most Irish women, would prefer, if they kept quiet and allow them to keep on pretending, it never happened. This denial has enabled dysfunctional homes, to spread the crime of Child Rape, into every community in Ireland, to the point, that the whole island, that both dysfucntional and fractured in the extreme.

While this problem exists in every society, Ireland because of 800 years of British colonial child rape, and more than a thousand years of exploitaion by the Roman Catholic Church, as opposed to the Celtic Church, both secretly using Child Rape, as an excellent tool of social control over Ireland. By a combination of violence, blackmail, manipolation and mentoring their pawns, in this dark art of social control, they have created an establisment in Ireland, with a bureaucracy of secrecy, to control the island. Truthtellers are disappeared, discredited, intimidated, jailed and executed. Recent British law, now states that the secrets of Child Rape in state institutions, such as orphanages, correctional facilities or homes, housing children, taken from their family home, making them the most vulnerable, without a blood guardian, are to remain secret, under lock and key, for a minimum of 75 years. The Government of the so called 'free state' of Ireland, is currently about to introduce, precisely the same legislation. Coincidence? I don't think so, neither does the seasoned observers of the machinations of covert British Rule in Ireland. An extremely expenisve inquiry, a few yers ago in the south of Ireland, concluded, that Child Rape was both "SYSTEMIC" and ENDEMIC." Despite this horrific conclusion, neither the Government or the people have learned anything, as can be seen from the proposed legislation of secrecy. The north of the island of Ireland, is already under the oppression of existing British secrecy laws, that have excluded, places like Kincora Boys Home and Nazareth Lodge, from a British mainland inquiry, for political reasons. All of the extablishment politcal parties in Ireland, are guilty of a long, criminal history, of enabling Child Rape, as is an emerging politcal party, that may well be part of the next Governing Coalition in the south, while already being part of the Governing Junta in the north. I will post more about this in the future, if I am still alive and I hope this post, will help you realize, how important it is, to lift the secrecy of Child Rape in Ireland. Friends of these survivors, are about to go public. I urge you to support them, as they are confronting some very powerful, ruthless, extremely wealthy, powerful, people in both Ireland and the UK. This subject is heavily censored, and if you feel it is the right thing to do, it will help be of great assitance, if you can share this. In an informal chat on Facebook yesterday, you can find a way to contact these brave women, from the link below. They desperatley need your support along with the thousands of children, still being raped in Ireland on a daily basis.

IRISHWOMEN AGAINST PAEDO POLITICIANS LINK

An Earthbag Round House For Less Than $5,000

A Solution to Ireland's growing Homelessness?

Looking for a very stable design which does not only come cheap from the start but also makes you save money in the long run. Due to its shape and materials used, the earthbag house has less area than your normal home, so it’s cheaper to keep it supplied with energy. Don’t be scared if you never built circular structures before, because the example shown here used a technique called the compass arm which you can easily learn. Recycled or salvaged materials were used wherever it was possible, like in the door or on the floor. The tutorial has photos showcasing almost each step of the building process so if you decide to replicate the project, use it to help and guide you along the way. At the end you will have the comfort of 450 ft² with less than $5,000 spent overall.

Starting on the rubble trench foundation. Railroad ballast was used for the rubble.

Covering over our sediment fabric with pea gravel.

Two rows of stem wall – 80 lb sack concrete. 2 strands of barbed wire go between every row. The thing in the middle is our building compass, made from chain link parts, used to keep the walls round and level.

Firewood used to hold the barbed wire in place. The row of gravel bags going in.  When tamped, they are about 2 inches thick.

Door frame up.  The bottom layer of bags are double bags filled with gravel to keep water from wicking up into the walls.

A strip anchor to hold the door in place. Filling a bag with a mix of clay soil from on-site and “screenings” from a gravel quarry.

Mary Jane and Morgan on right

The little window near the camera will also be a cold storage in the winter. Note our first lintel over window in back.  This keeps the wall stable over an “open” area such as a door or window.

WHOREMASTERS Proddys Don't Join Roman Catholic IRA

According to a recent BBC report, many Protestants in east Belfast, now want to join the IRA. Because of BBC censorship, I can't show you's the video clip proof of it, so I will try to explain in this article. The first time I was in British Occupied Ireland, I went for a few pints with Paddy Barry to Iris Wilson's pub in Lawrencetown, which is outside the loyalist town of Banbridge. Paddy was the father of many, many children who had settled down there, after travelling the length and breath of Ireland, having married the daughter of Maggie Barry, who was Queen of the Gypsies. Paddy was the father of my first wife, who was as difficult a person as I am. He lived in a Caravan near the border, outside Crossmaglen with his wife Norah, her mother Maggie and their large family for many years. They fed themselves in hard times, smuggling a few pounds of butter, now and agin,(yes, I can spell) across the border. Ye see, the RUC men were too phukin lazy, to empty the creel of numerous sods of turf and put them back again. This is where the famous song, the Turfman from Ardee comes from. Unfortunately some phukwit has removed it from YouTube but this will give you a feel of the bould Maggie.



So, as is the custom in Ireland, with its bar culture and I being his new son-in-law, we got to chatting about the buffers around the place. He was an earnest man, which is a rare commodity these days in Ireland. He said, "Brian people have no nature in them anymore" words that have stuck with me, in the many years since. So I got to askin him, about his experiences traveling Ireland, in the days before the troubles, and I was particularly struck by one of his experiences.

You need to remember, that these were the days before contraceptives, where people could not afford to jump on the Belfast train, for the morning after pill, and people being human beings, did what every other species do and phuk like phuk. In Ireland with the added lubricant of drink, this happens on a phenomenal scale, altogether. In fact in my own case, I just had to throw my trousers into the bedroom and out popped a child nine months later. Mind you, this does not seem to have stopped in my own case, even after I put down the drink, with the result, that I am the proud father of 10 children, with 5 different mothers, all of them beautiful, healthy, children thanks to the Big Spirit albeit with very difficult women, as a lot of Irish women, Germans and Asians tend to be.

Anyway to get back to Paddy Barry, and not be going on about myself all the time, I asked him, why he preferred to drink in a Protestant pub, rather than a Catholic one. He told me Protestants were more trustworthy than a lot of Roman Catholics, as opposed to Celtic Catholics, something that only a Crossmaglen man might understand. So being myself, I pushed it a bit further, as I have a habit of doing, to scratch people, to try to find what is really under their thin veneer of civility.

He said the me," Brian you are from the west of Ireland, and the first thing you need to understand about people drinking in pubs in the north of Ireland, is that, " They are all whoremasters." So pushing it a bit more, he reiterated in a loud voice, "WHOREMASTERS." Well he was a very big, fit, man and despite his age, could certainly take care of himself. So I didn't push it anymore, because this was a time just after the Reavey and Dowd families were wiped out in that  area, when the British RUC police, walked into their homes and just opened up and shot most of them indiscriminately.So not wanting to provoke a row, as often happens in the North, when you're being honest, and their being a fair chance, that a few RUC men were there, I dropped the subject and asked him instead, about days travelling in the south of Ireland.

He told me, that times were very hard for travelling people in those days in Ireland, particularly in winter. He told me that a lot of priests in those days wouldn't baptize traveler's children and where in one instance in the middle of winter, where he took his dying child to the local priest to be baptized, who refused and sent him away. A couple of days later Paddy returned with the dead child in his arms, asking for permission to bury his child, but was refused permission to bury it in the cemetery, because the same child was not baptized.He dug the ground and buried the child himself, just outside the cemetery wall, still a better fate than the babies in Tuam.

Well fortunately, we were joined by his wife Norah later on that evening, who lightened the place up, with some of the most beautifully sung Irish songs, that I ever heard. Mind you there was an unmerciful row in the house later on that night, when we returned home and I told her mother Maggie, who was one of Ireland's most favourite singers, that her daughter was a better singer than her. Maggie lifted a big armchair and fired it at me, calling me all the bastards under the Sun. I learned that night, that it wasn't just because of her singing, that Maggie became Queen of the Gypsies. Mind you her granddaughter took after her. So there you are, that was the way of it.

Year's later, I was to learn the hard way again, that there was a lot of truth in Paddy's summation of whoremasters. From many years in the north of Ireland, I found them to be the most hearty people in Ireland and I still miss them, but if I was to join the IRA again, it would need to be a Protestant IRA. It's a bit like when I was going to join the priesthood, as my mother reared me to be, you can measure as often as you like but only cut once. These Durty Marty wannabee's in Derry are not my cup of tea at all, at all. I think Marty has polluted the City with the Queen's shite, beyond immediate redemption. As the saying goes..."Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me." Now of course, men have been shot for writing less than that sort of thing, but then as another famous Irishman from the West Indies, Bob Marley put it..."My hand was made strong by the hand of ..." I still can't figure out, how the phuk did he write such profound songs, smoking all that weed? Now if after reading all this, you are feeling suicidal, then just go down to Crossmaglen and sing a few verses of the song below or better still, go into Conor Murphy's PSNI office and give him a full throated rendition!

WHISKEY IN ME TAY

Come all ye bold teetotallers and list(?) to me a while,
And if you close attention pay I'll cause you to smile;
No story of Grecian queen, nor tale of Trojan say
But a tale of woe that happened so with whiskey in me tay.
I was a bold teetotaller for three long years and more,
The neighbours all respected me and decent clothes I wore,
My family were fond of me till one unlucky day
Just like a child I was beguiled with whiskey in me tay.
I only took the smallest sup when up the ructions rose,
I saw that I was put upon and slaughtered friends and foes,
A Polisman(?) surrounded me and hauled me up next day,
The charge was read and duly pled, 'twas whiskey in me tay.
From Carrickmacross to Crossmaglen the polisman(?) did vow
There are more rogues than honest men as any will allow,
It isn't rogues or honest men the Justice then did say,
We deal with now, but a drunken row from whiskey in his tay.
This man he was a sober man for three long years or more
The neighbours all respected him and decent clothes he wore,
The story is an ancient one the justice did say,
He'll pay up bail or go to gaol for whiskey in his tay.
So all bold teetotalers if sober you would be
Be careful of your company and mind what happened to me,
It wasn't the lads from Shercock or the boys from Ballybay,
But the dealing men from Crossmaglen put whiskey in me tay.