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Tuesday, 4 July 2017

Do not apologise

Not one apology.

Not one justification.

Not one word in response to the arguments of the left and the repealers who want to murder your children. They do not care, they sneer and smirk and show their contempt by holding you to your standards whilst having none of your own, by expecting you to be reasonable whereas they are not to be held to account.

Stop playing fair.

When they say you are a man and that you have no right to speak about the topic of abortion, tell them that they are supporting the murder of children, and their opinion is invalid.

When they say you are repressing women's freedom, tell them that they are supporting the murder of children, and their opinion is invalid.

When they say you are endangering women's lives, tell them that they are supporting the murder of children, and their opinion is invalid.

Do not play fair, do not play nice, this has gone on for far too long.

Better men than me were in the march for life, and better men than me were holding aloft Our Lady on a palanquin and holding images of her as they marched with the rest of the march for life. And these better men were slandered on twitter and online and in the media, shamed for being men and standing up for the lives of the unborn generations. And these were far better men than the scoundrels and snakes who snipe at them and spit acid and hatred at them and their courage.

So hit them where it really hurts: in their feelings, which is all that these people really care about the shallow pools of filth that they are.

Do not apologise.

Do not justify yourself.

We are the men of Ireland and we will not sit meekly while our posterity is murdered before us.

And we're. Not. Sorry.

Saturday, 18 March 2017

Cowardice and Apathy

The primary reason why Ireland is in such a deprived state today, apart from our forgetting of God, is that we have grown apathetic to the thoughts of our ancestors, and grown cowardly when faced with criticism.

The majority of Irishmen today, if someone were to insult their country, would far more likely to be in agreement with our enemies rather than speak of the virtues of our culture and civilisation. Whether they have grown cynical with regards to the reprobate and corrupt political class which seems to endlessly rule our nation without real fear that the political establishment would be overturned should they act poorly, the real mask and true curse of national democracy, or they have seen enough of the vices of their fellow Irishman that they would have no issue with calling down curses upon himself and his neighbour so long as the foreigner would approve.

Now, a certain amount of introspection and criticism of one's faults and that of one's nation is good and healthy, in fact it is one of the perennial virtues of the Irish people that we had this measure of humility as a people, and it is probably one of the factors that helped us keep our virtues and our identity throughout centuries of deprivation. But when one is faced with an enemy on the battlefield, or a stranger at the marketplace, does one denounce and deride his commander and brothers in arms in full view and hearing of the enemy? Does one tell the stranger that his wares are sub-par, that he is a cheat, that his brothers are a cheat and that the stranger should not buy from him or his ilk and think this manner of pitch is wise and humorous?

No sane man of any other nation would do so. Yet the Irishman does. Why?

In my last blogpost I made the case that to get to the Irishman, the world had to tug at his insecurities, and relentlessly hammer home on his faults and failings of the past, to ignore and damn the good virtues and deeds so that in the eyes of the Irishman, he sees that the world can only see his faults and failings, and in time, that is all the Irishman can see too. And so the Irish have become scrupulous to the point of not seeing the forest for the trees. Nationalism is derided, tradition is considered worthless, history is forgotten, and the only thing that the Irish care about is not even their own material wellbeing, but whether the state's material well being in the economy is good.

When a poor man suddenly wins the lottery, he has no idea how to live with that kind of money, and more often than not, finds himself back out onto the street before he knew it. That is the state Ireland is in today, the Celtic Tiger years was a faustian bargain that flooded a historically poor nation with easy, free money but now Irishmen live in debt and deprivation without even the comforts or cultural familiarity that their grandparents had in their day to ease their suffering. And we do not see our suffering is the result of our sins and so we cannot see the trap that we are in, only accept the suffering and think this is the way of things. Our Scrupulosity has been turned into self loathing and we have lost sight of God.

And so the ferocious enemy laughs as they wipe us from the field of battle and the Wiley stranger manipulates our self hatred and guilt into giving up our wares not only for free, but to the point where we owe the stranger interest for the privilege of having our treasures pilfered by him.

This is not the end, the enemy will not rest until St. Patrick is dishonoured and every snake he banished from this fair Emerald at the End of the World comes to rest and strangle us and our cribs lie desolate and fallow. There is one thing our politicians have proven themselves weak towards in their cowardice and apathy, and that is shame. If you want to change in the Republic without overthrowing the democracy and without violence, you must shame them, shame them worse then any criticism of the foreigner, shame them worse than their own cold hearts could bear. Break them with your words so that if nothing else, they will show themselves for the snakes they really are. Or else they will repent, and change their ways.

Stop worrying about the economy, it is never going to be what it once was, we may be prosperous in the future, but it will not come about the same way as the false prosperity that ruined us, and it won't be coming any time soon. Many things need to be changed in Ireland before a man can open up a store and not worry about having to close it in three months time because he cannot pay his rates and his customer's wages do not give them the money to spare in order to give him the means to do so. Not a single iota of this will change the more we worry about the 'high' economy of stocks that only benefits bankers and large corporations but not men. When we change the focus and let the large trees unfit to stand on their own strength fall, the sooner new trees can grow to replace them in the forest.

Do not worry about our debt, we have as of now, already paid the full sum and again of what we owed in 2008 when the world stopped turning. They have not let us off the leash of the Troika and they never will. In fact of all the PIGS nations, Ireland has been the most industrious in trying to pay off its debt, if honouring our debts mattered a damn to them, we'd already be free. Sooner or later we will have to either leave the Union or default on our odious debt, or both. This is inevitable, we will have to suffer the consequences.

Do not worry about the migrant invasion in Europe, for all its horrors, our duty is to look after our own shores and borders. We must have our own house in order before we can begin worrying about the neighbour's house, we're no good to them if we become as flooded as they are.

Do not worry about wars or rumours of wars in the near east or elsewhere, worry instead about the silent war waged upon the entire Irish nation from the shadows of the airwaves and the radio, upon your ancestors, yourselves and your children. You will not raise men fit enough to be soldiers if you do not take care to protect your children from poison meant to weaken them.

Do not worry abut the Pope, pray for him, always, and pray especially for the bishops, cardinals and priests, but a certain degree of detachment from Church affairs is necessary in order to ease your anxiety and help you see clearly what you can actually do. Subsidiarity has always applied in the Church since ancient times, work on your parish level and do what you can do, leave the rest to God.

And above all do not despair. Despair is why we are where we are right now, and despair is what will keep us in chains. You have the blood of kings in your veins and the hearts of warriors in your breasts and, God willing, the souls of Saints. You are descended from the stuff of legends and you are destined to become the songs of heroes.

Act like it. The rest will take care of itself.

Friday, 17 March 2017

Happy St. Patrick's Day


May the blessings of God be upon you and yours this St. Patrick's day!

Thursday, 26 January 2017

They will do it again because they hate you.

It seems if you want to get an Irishman to do what you want, all you need to do is make him despair so much, that he refuses to leave his home.

This, it seems, has been what works regarding the progressive destruction of the Irish nation. Rather than working through guilt to make the Irish hate themselves, for the Irish have really no historical baggage for which to be beaten with having drawn the short straw on history so many times as to be almost comedic if it weren't so tragic. The Irish, when presented with immense fear mongering, has always seemed to vote cautiously and conservatively, this was most evident with the first Lisbon treaty referendum, which was so out of most Irishmen's realm of concern and news media that the first place I remember actually learning about it, beyond casual mentions on radio programming, was in a religious newspaper decrying its disastrous effects for Irish sovereignty, when I was still in secondary level education.

Then the vote came, and it was like it was the end of the world.

Or one would be forgiven for thinking that at the time, such was the rampant, rabid fearmongering from politicians, talking heads on radio stations and the news media. If we did not hurriedly vote this referendum through, and not think too hard about the consequences, such terrible things would happen to the Irish economy, the European economy, the world economy even!

And when the Irish, confused, alarmed and cautious, opted instead to vote no, then the knives were drawn. Then came such inutterable condemnation of the Irish people and their character that was unprecedented in Irish politics, how the common man was hammered for the current uncertain fate of Europe being a 'black hole' was the fault of his stupidity, his greed, his foolishness, his selfishness and his backwardsness. The Irish are used to facing opposition, in the form of guns and chains and religious persecution, but it seems that for however prepared the Irish psyche was for such things, it was roundly unprepared for such an overwhelming rhetorical backlash. Such was the gloom, doom and despair and for so long, and such was the utter condemnation from strangers on the continent that Ireland never had any animus against that by the time the second referendum came around, the Irish voted the 'correct' way. Mostly because those most cautious or ardent against it stayed home, or were pressured by their more ashamed peers and family to vote.

Such was the first fracturing of Irish confidence, well, I say first when it was not, but it was by far the greatest. It was the unconscious admission that the Irish vote did not matter, it was the first, true international test of our faith with our ancestors... and we broke it. Knowingly or not, that broke something deep down in many people's minds and hearts and souls. And it was what made me break with democracy, so incensed I was that it was at a march here in Northern Ireland, attended by no less a figure of Gerry Adams, who I was looking at to give me some sliver of justification to still be a republican when I had been having doubts for years at that point, to give me some reason to still believe in democracy. And apart from some rightful condemnation of the eurocrats for the shame of that second referendum, they quickly fell into the usual claptrap Sinn Fein spouts and I quickly found myself despising the socialism utilising nationalism as a tool for power. And when I went home that day, I started searching online and became a monarchist, not long after this blog was started.

I could go on with the treatment of Ireland by the IMF, the Troika, and all the rest, but those issues were largely our government caving in, and not the people as a whole, our next greatest defeat came with the Gay Marriage referendum.

Now, more than ever before, it was clear there was an organized animus against Ireland, the Irish and everything that we are. The campaign against Irish Catholicism, against Irish traditions and morality, against Irish ways and Irish laws was so extreme, the dehumanization and rhetorical attacks on the opposition to gay marriage so virulent and hateful, the Government and media support so inordinately lockstep, foreign funding so ubiqutous, that the average Irishman was so utterly overwhelmed he did not know how he could stand against it. It was so large a force, so powerful a movement, so immense a behemoth that there was nothing he could do. Which was exactly what they wanted you to believe.
And so he did nothing, Gay marriage passed into law by popular referendum, the first time in anywhere in the world, because those who would've fought against it despaired.

Years of declining job prospect and unemployment, taxes, rates and charges by the dozen, constant shaming by our European brothers, the powerlessness of Ireland's geopolitical position and financial and trading prospects and the utter gutting and decimation of Irish culture and pride and the diminishing of the Catholic Church and the cowardliness, worldliness and even open heresy of some of its clergy meant he found no succour, he found no comfort, he had no rock upon which to stand, no shelter in the storm, no shield and no sword with which to defend himself, and so he was cut down.

And there was the second great fracturing of faith with our ancestors. Of the kings of old who turned from their paganism and its open embracing of homosexuality and sin to the simple humility and quiet dignity of Christ. Because they despaired when their ancestors during the Great Hunger did not.

Now, there comes the next and final nail in the coffin of the Irish nation.


There will be an abortion referendum, they are already assemblign a people's council to advise on it. The government, both parties to a greater or lesser extent, will be for it or will pose half hearted resistance against it. Our unfaithful bishops and priests will silence and threaten our Godly bishops and priests into silence. The screeching of feminists the world over will shame our men and our women for being against it, we will be demanded to come into the modern world, to stop lagging behind in the dark ages, to be ashamed of who we are and where we have come from and what we believe.

That is always the way, on the one hand they shame us as best they can, and they shame us for the sins of homosexual priests who infested Holy Mother Church and they shame us for being 'backwards.' And on the other hand they will demonise us, they will engender such despair upon us such as has NEVER been seen in Irish politics. They will kill our hearts, disrupt our ability to communicate, challenge our faith, besmirch our ancestors and engender such calumnty and hate towards you that you would swear you were the most diabolic of criminals and the worst of degenerates.

And why?

Because they hate you.

The Lisbon referendum revote was because they hated your past, they hated your right to have a say, your right to be heard, your right to object given to you by your forebears.

The Gay Marriage referendum was because they hated what you are, your present. They hated that you had a protected marriage, they hated you had a family, the hated your ability to have that elevated in any sense in society and wanted it dragged down to become something it was never intended for: an expression of will and pleasure over purpose.

The Abortion referendum will be because they hate your future. They hate children, but specifically, they hate your children. They hate the baby in your wife's womb, they hate the child in your arms, they hate the sons and daughters laughing and playing and learning and living and loving. They hate your motherhood and your fatherhood. Because they hate themselves and they hate God from whom all good things come.

That is what they will do to you, come the time, and that is why they will do it.

They hate that you are a white race of people who have little to blame for the current state of the world, so they shame you for your past as a nation of emmigrents, fleeing poverty and hardship for better prospects in order to foist upon you millions of people who also hate you and have no intention of converting to your God, obeying your laws or learning your language. Or have you not been paying attention the past year?

They hate you because you are Christian and your ancestors are Christian, specifically Catholic, and they hate you for spreading the faith all over the world.

They hate you because you preserved the knowledge of the ancients, the Greeks and the Romans, as well as that of your pagan ancestors. They hate you for the valiant and worthy monks who transcribed the the works of Grecian philosophers and the oral tradition of the Gaels as faithfully as they did the Holy word of God, and thus saved and preserved western civilisation and would eventually aid in the Carolingian Renaissance and the flowering of Western Europe for their simple, humble efforts.

They hate you because you are hard working, so they will aid in any endeavour to rob you of work and dignity.

They hate you for being happy despite your many reasons to be sad, they hate you for being the sons and daughters of kings and chieftains and your noble and royal blood, they hate the humility of your grandmothers, the dignity of your grandfathers, they hate the love of your mothers and the strength of your fathers. The hate the challenge of your brothers and so they work to emasculate them, they hate the patience of your sisters and so they work to denigrate and despoil them. They hate your sons for their hope and your daughters for their joy.

They hate you. And want you to hate yourselves. Not because you are wretched and unworthy of praise, but because you are great.

It is the greatest and most terrible tragedy of modern times that Irishmen look at their state in the world and that of their ancestors and are ashamed. And this has been used against them to tremendous effect but the more one thinks about it, the more baffling it is to consider.

The Irish has survived the worst the world had to throw at them.

In God's infinite wisdom He placed Ireland at the end of the world. In the corner of a continent, separated by thin stretch of seas from richer lands. The isle was not rich, there were even less resources to exploit than even our smaller neighbours had to hand, yet still the Gaels prospered and traded.

The Irish were then subjected to invasion and despoiling, by pagan viking adventurers and Norman conquerors and in both instances, the Irish had the last laugh as these foreigners were themselves conquered by the very people they had terrorised and became more Irish than the Irish themselves.

The Irish suffered numerous persecutions and wars by a foreign power and heretical rulers, and still though numbers dwindled, they always came to claim back the land that was taken from them, if through no other means than simply living here and having children. And for all of that, kept the faith and never produced a heresy of its own.

The Irish were subjected to terrible famine and degradation, robbed of its culture, dying of hunger and helped along the way to death by uncaring foreign overlords they Irish survived and in its surviving won wars fighting in other peoples' armies and built roads and railways the world over.

And throughout all of this, the Irish suffered in poverty and want but never in ignorance, never in faithlessness. The Irish pushed and perservered in all things and in all things cannot be denied, not by Know-Nothings in America, apathetic British nor disdainful European cousins. We have fought in everyone's wars, sometimes on both sides, we have built their buildings and infrastructure, we have given them our music and poetry and we have contributed to their politics. We have had no empire, we have conquered no nations, built no triumphs, we have not had a technological revolution, nor have we ruled the waves of the world's gold, we have never dominated the marketplace nor boardrooms, we have neither ruled the sky nor the waves. But we have survived the worst of the world with the least the world had to give us and we did so with songs in our breasts and faith in our hearts and have spread to the ends of the Earth. Were we to just for a moment, as a people, stand still and take stock of our indefatigable spirit and realize for perhaps the first time in history we are more free to become what we can be than ever, ours would be the Earth and everything that was in it.

Remember man, that you are a son of God. A son of Milesius, of St. Patrick and the apostles of Ireland, of Brian Boru and of your father and that no amount of gold could be equal to the quiet dignity that rests about your shoulders like a cloak, or the nobility that lies lightly upon your brow like a crown.

Think on that for a minute.

And then know that these enemies demand that you take a knife to your own son's throat.

Thursday, 23 June 2016

One good night

I never thought it'd be Britain that'd be the first to break the link in the chains binding Europe.

They probably still won't be.

The leave campaign may flag and fail this night. It may succeed and my faith in the fire of mankind's soul will be reignited, to flicker and flame but one day more. Those that pretend to the throne of God over man will likely not honour it, certainly there is no constitutional rule in Britain that they should. Indeed I still suspect some trickery yet to be pulled at the end of the day, or some flat denials of the vote, or some legislative tricks to stymy or halt or stop it altogether. At best it may result in simple a pro-leave future PM, but with a staunchly pro-remain parliament to contend with.

I, for one, do not care.

I have been in despair for months on end, I have suffered years of hopelessness and this night, this one solitary night, as the markets crash, the economists and vampires of the world shuddering in fear, the dreams of the damned teeter and threaten to fall and spill their vileness before they poison us all, I see the enemy tremble.

And that is enough for me to sleep well one night more, damn the consequences.

God bless you all, and slan go phoile.

Sunday, 27 March 2016

Irish Men and Irish Women



There is a lot for a monarchist and a nationalist to say about the Easter Rising. Indeed there are even things for them to criticise, analyse, explain and yes, perhaps even to moan about. There is something good to be said for a society where the journalistic class, had they been doing what their vocation demands of them and holding the nation to account and ponder sceptically over its national myths. Perhaps there is even a religious concern about whether or not the Easter Rising and its subsequent rebellion and war was truly a Just War.

But I will not be entertaining such thoughts today.

On this day, the centenary of the Easter Rising, the event is the de facto founding of the Irish State. It is the proof of a hundred years of Irish mastery over the destiny of their own nation. It is the memory of the blood and fire that is the birth pang of nationhood. And it is hated from all quarters.

The Guardian newspaper hates this day. It hates it because it is Christian and Irish, it hates it so, that it dredges up a Jesuit Theologian by the name of Seamus Murphy, who condemns the rising as anti-Christian because it was not a Just War, claiming he is a leading theologian. I had never heard of the man until today and I discovered he had not problem backing unjust wars over ten years ago when the West invaded Iraq to topple Saddam. And at the same time this same said newspaper, eager to convince its readers all the smart and important people were on its side of the debate produced another article condemning the Easter Rising's Catholicity and for bringing in a century of 'Catholic Darkness'. It is telling this newspaper is all too ready to bash Ireland and the Church but does not hesitate to use the Church's men to do damage to one or the other when it suits them. Hypocrites.

The Independent bemoans the celebration and attacks the proclamation as being completely antithetical to the Ireland of today. It is entirely correct. Where this newspaper rages that the proclamation which announced the nation's birth promised equality of opportunity instead of equality of outcome, it is completely correct. Where it hates that the proclamation is not a left wing document because its promise of equal rights to men and women is not a fundamentally left wing idea, it is completely correct. Where it sneers that the proclamation is not socialist, nor even social democratic but rather it is fundamentally nationalist in character, it is entirely correct. The Independent is entirely correct that the proclamation has nothing to do with the modern slave state the Irish Republic has become, how could it be?

The proclamation announces nationhood, it announces the Irish people as distinct among the nations and peoples of the world, it proclaims its glory and right to veneration and promotion, it claims ownership and the loyalty of its sons and daughters and its exiled children and descendants in far off lands, it proclaims the right of its laws and culture its ownership of territory, its sovereignty, it divides the entire human race into its two primary component parts when it says 'Irishmen and Irishwomen', it invokes God the most High and Ireland's honoured ancestors within its first sentence. It announces these things with pride and vigor, written by men who were ready, and did, to draw the sword to defend their words and to die like men.

It announces nationhood, when the 'modern' man hates nations.
It announces pride, when the modern man hates pride in anything other than himself and his filth.
It announces loyalty, the modern man rebels against anything but the tyrant who feeds him his filth.
It announces tradition, and history, the modern man despises the past for he has no future.
It announces kinship, the modern man hates family and children.
It announces manhood and femininity, the modern man is effeminate and hates both.
It announces strength, the modern man is pathetic.
It announces God, the modern man is the devil.

It is everything the Irish nation was, everything the Irish nation should be, and everything the Irish Republic is not. No wonder the West Britons, the Europhiles, the Internationalists, the Socialists, the Traitors and amorphous morlockian dredges of filth masquerading as men hate it so. It is a memory of what once was, and what one day may become so again in a still yet more glorious dawn one fair Easter morn.

I will not countenance such treason, not today, I will hold my peace. Today is a day to be proud, today is a day to remember and never to forget that Ireland was once upon a time proud, rich in heritage where it was poor in the pocket. Strong in the arm when it was not strong in industry. Faithful and unwavering in its vision for the future when all around it stronger powers played their games. Remember that, keep that flame alive and that Ireland will never die so long as you and yours shall live. For more miraculous resurrections have occurred over Eastertide, the revival of a nation is a pittance in comparison to the Empty Tomb, however bleak the night may seem.

For one hundred years the Irish flag has waved, remember that when you watch the military might and splendour of our fair isle on parade through our capital and the flag will yet wave a hundred more. Remember where you come from and damn any man a coward and a traitor this day should he sneer at our country and its pride. Demand satisfaction for their words, they will not dare face you nor chance your wrath, for they are not men. Teach your children the price of blood paid in their name, God's own and that of our forebears so that the Easter fire may burn in their hearts and steel gird their souls. Teach them the language of the Gaels and the language of the Romans, so that Gaelige may again become the language of men's laws and Latin the language of men's souls.

Raise the sunburst banner, the four provinces, the royal blue and gold harp of Ireland, stand at attention for the anthem, salute the flag, march and sing and dance and pray for you are a living people, an Easter people, sons of Heaven, of Mary, of St. Patrick and Milésia. He is risen, and today is a new day for us all. Slan go phoile.

Monday, 21 March 2016

The long night is dark indeed

Christendom died in the Somme with the warrior poets.

It took chivalry with it and though it took a long time to die, it took masculinity as well.

And in its place, Western Civilization was born.

A cruel mockery of its parent, Western Civilization, despite its name, did not have its birth with the Greeks over two thousand years ago, as if Christendom was merely a phase, a guise of what now is. This is nothing but propaganda and a wash of history to get you to accept the current as the norm, accept that what is is better and is always better than what was, that history is always a forward direction. It is one of the more subtle victories of Whig history and one very few people realize.

What the Greeks had was not 'Western Civilization. It was Greek civilization for certainly the Greeks did not consider themselves equal to the Egyptians, the Persians or those Etruscan imposters masquerading in Greek styles called 'Romans'. Though the Romans eventually taught the Greeks the errors of their judgement of Latins as being 'Etruscan' in due course. And the Greeks and all the mediterrenean civilizations were no more 'Western' than that of the Celt, the Teuton or the Iberian.

No what has happened has rather been a succession of civilizations, certainly one could see the succession of Greek Civilization in the might and glory of Rome and its civilization. And certainly Christendom, when came its time in turn, echoed the might and glory of Rome, crystallised as all things were, through Christ. The strength of Christendom, ignoring all theological virtues or what have you, was that it was not, truly 'one' civilization.

It was something altogether different, something more, and something truly human.

Under Christendom the Gael and Gaelic civilization could turn to the Slav in the east of Europe and call him brother, and see in him and his otherwise alien civilization kinship, fellowship and commonality, not in spite of their differences, but because of it. That the converted Norseman could see the Spanish crusader and call him friend and know him though his tongue and his ways was as alien to the Scandic peoples as the East Asian. It was a gathering force, weaving the coloured threads of human civilizations into one cohesive whole, even if in the end the brothers it made of peoples bickered and fought and feuded.

But that is to be expected, is that not what brothers do?

This is, truly, what it means to be a part of Christendom. That one should revel in the fact his neighbour is at once alien and at the same time his brother. And this is why Western Civilization as it is, is such an abomination.

Where Christendom celebrated liberty in service, Western Civilization applauds licentiousness and rebellion. Service, true personal service is slavery, and anonymous slavery is service. Whereas Christendom celebrated and fought and died over issues of legitimacy, Western Civilization will only ever fight and die over tyranny, whether to relieve one man of his tyranny in order to impose its own or to replace one tyranny with another. The question of 'legitimacy' matters not. Where Christendom, unspoken and without coercive or even truly conscious of what it was doing, weaved together peoples and races without destroying them, without diluting them, changing them on their own terms. Western Civilization seeks to ape and mock with multiculturalism and destroy all cultures and races until man is nothing more than a blank slate with which it can mould to suit its perverse ends.

Western Civilization is not dying because Islam is stronger, Western Civilization is dying because it is already a dead thing, a still-birthed horror born from the hell of Paschendale. It is dying because it never truly 'lived', the heroic materialism of tall towers, wildly uncontrollable and corrupted capitalism and existential warring over ideologies is just this lost zombie creature trying desperately to make up for what is lost from the world. Unlike the civilizations that came before, it is not a true successor because it does not echo its forebears, it is not truly the son of Christendom, but some Frankenstein's monster hewn from its corpse. Just as Islam is not a successor of the glories of the Persian empire, nor of the vaunted history of the Egyptians, nor is it even a successor of the Semitic peoples that made up Arabia before the people we now know as Arabs destroyed them. It destroyed them and took its throne, just as Western Civilization took Christendom's.

I talk about this now because it is now obvious to all, not just monarchists or Christians and those sensitive to the dire spiritual warnings we've been getting for well over a decade now, that psychic shroud that entire populations felt that 'something' is coming. I talk now because now more than ever, my fellow faithful Catholics are despairing utterly because of the state of the Church in the world, the genocide of our brethren in the East and other continents, the celebrated holocaust of the unborn, defeat on every front and a Pope who just does not seem to care.

There are worse horrors to come, the problem though, is I don't think people are really aware of the signs, the hints of the spring to come even in the depths of winter, the rays of light hinting at a more glorious dawn awaiting at the end of this long and terribly dark night. They do not see that others are awaking as they do, in the east of Europe, hundreds of thousands at a time are awakening to the danger of the world as it is, the suicide of Western Civilization and casting off the shackles that were disguised as its clothing. Russia's Putin, though there is much wrong with him and what he does, was the earliest indication. He and the New Russia are not 'European'.

Neither am I.

For today the word European means one is a member of this 'New Europe', the Europe of abortion, infanticide, euthanasia, sodomy, bureaucracy and multiculturalism, Russia for all its faults and there are many, is slowly getting better, it is not 'European'. Neither is Poland, Hungary or any of the nations opposing this 'New Europe'.

Rather they are the echoes of what was 'Old Europe'. They are not the new Christendom, but rather they are the hints and promises of a Christendom that might one day be. Perhaps, but only after Europe and the rest of the world undergoes a Passion unlike anything seen before.

It is said Saint Patrick, while he was on his deathbed was shown a vision of Ireland, of what would become of the isle after his work, he was shown the island as if alight with fire. Then to his horror he was shown it to dim, and fade into almost nothing, the isle as dark as coal apart from a few places. If that is not what it is like today in Ireland, I know of no other time in our history when our isle was darker, bloodier, yes, but even a bloodied isle is always better than a dark one. Yet even he was shown hope, with the isle becoming brighter, and more fiery than it ever was before. Hope springs eternal, one should not expect that there will not be suffering, only that the suffering will one day end.

It's dark out there, light a candle.

Monday, 7 December 2015

Enough

Enough with the lies and propaganda.

Enough I say unto the media of this blighted isle, enough with your dogma, you are false prophets and brigands in the guise of friars and monks. You hate your fellow man. Your neighbor. Your children. Your wives. Yourselves. You are sick, put down the pen and get thee to rest. Your work has done its evil, now do no more.

Enough I say unto the charities that mock the Christian spirit of giving, enough with your chicanery. You take and take and take from Godly men and women, even from those without faith but who subsist on a Christian spirit that permeates their soul to love their fellow man, even if he were a stranger. You take this largesse, willingly and lovingly given, spend it on yourselves and give but pitiful remnants to those for whom we willingly gave of our daily bread so that they might eat. You are the false pan handlers of the Court of Miracles, who cause hearts to grow hard and for good men to hate his homeless brother, suspecting a spy and a thief where one ought to find a comrade.

Enough I say onto the disgraced priests. You who handle the Holy Eucharist, and deliver the very Blood of God onto His sheep that has sustained this nation through all the trails of time immemorial. You disgrace your Master by your lack of belief in Him who is and was and always will be. In your spread of heresy and subtle evils and your covering of crimes that cry out for vengeance, in your silence you who should lead the flock in prayer disgrace your holiest of offices. Repent, and preach the Gospel.

Enough I say onto the one who bears the title of Chieftain, and those under him who bear the titles as his heirs, and all the hangers on of that vile clan that sits upon the high house. You know neither blood nor water, yours is no loyalty, yours is lust and greed. The desiring of base things and hatred of all that is good and love of all that is vain. Cast yourself into exile, for you are not only not Irishmen, you are not men, and should dwell only where soever fit for only beasts to dwell. For even the wicked need a place to live.

Enough, enough, please God enough.

I want to see not a single more news article about gay marriage. I want to see not another artificially explosive scandal over abortion, where tragedy is turned into opportunity for an agenda. I want to see an end to mass migration of strangers who hate us, hate our religion, hate our culture, hate other foreigners who do integrate into our laws and everything that is not them and I know damn well there is more than a million Irishmen out there who will scream the same if they but had the balls to speak. France, Belgium, London and everywhere else can't happen here? Think somehow Ireland is special or exempt from the horrors afflicting the rest of the world? Wake up, we weren't safe when the pirates of the Barbary coast raided coastal villages for slaves, why the hell would we be safe now with the Crescent on the rise?

I do not want to see a single priest willingly preaching heresy and dissension and not get an ecclesiastical slap for it, I don't want to hear of a single Irish bishop tacitly flirting with schism and joyfully tossing letters from Rome into a bin. I don't want a single nun disdain the orders she has willfully taken on for the sake of the poison of feminism. In fact I would much rather each and every single person of the above classes who do hold these evils to heart, to single turn in their rosaries, say they were no longer Catholic, and wander off to join some heresy or found their own. Then, at least, they would be honest men and women. Bad priests are as old as Melchizedek, and will always be with us, but false priests are worse than any sinner. For they take joy in their cloak and abuse it willingly and joyfully.

I do not want to see a single a politician in the dail who is there but hates his own country. Who hates his own people and hates his own heritage. Our two main parties purport to be for Irish nationalism, indeed purport to be for it so much that the slightest of heresy on the matter was what divided them nearly a century ago. And our only serious alternative to them is one party of borderline communists and anticlericalists and a smattering of fractious left wing nothings? You can argue economics till the cow meets the plate, but what else can you call it but hatred when the government sells out its people to the banks, enslaves us to the Troika, charges us more for our life's water and then gives most of that money away to some shyster of a private corporation?

Unrealistic? I don't care. I want these things gone. Am I mad for wanting these things? I'm mad for desiring Irishmen who love Ireland to run our government? Mad to want priests to love God to stand at our altars? Mad to want to control who gets to enter and live in our country? Mad to want the absolute, bat-shit insanity that is homosexuality and every single attendant facet of that perverse ideaology to not be recognised as on par with the Nation Building union that is marriage? I'm mad for wanting more Irishmen in the world by not murdering our own children? What, I'm mad for desiring Sanity?

Enough.

Enough with that bullshit.

Ireland will not survive the century if we keep hearkening to this. And the absolute insanity of it all is it does not have to be this way. Once upon a time, men were unapologetic about the Truth, one cannot scarcely imagine such a time, one is laughed at for even uttering such fallacy. No one has any idea of what such men even sound like much less look like.

Now you do.

This is the same Poland that suffered a near half century of communist evil. This is the same Poland who, so very like our own Ireland, suffered innumerable hardships and evils from its neighbors. This is the same Poland who once upon a time, in Europe's darkest hour, turned the Turk at Vienna and broke the crescent across the knees of Christian kings. This is a nation who knows, first hand what it is like to pull back from the brink, to snatch miracles from the mouth of despair. This is a nation of Christian men, who charge into the jaws of inevitability and impossibility, spit into the face of kismet and come out time and time again a nation undaunted despite it sufferings.

Ireland was very like Poland in times gone by and, in its example, may it learn that it can be so again. This is what men, tired of evil, sound like. Do you know many men like that? Perhaps you do, perhaps you know men bold enough to denounce the evils besetting the world, but who shy from such a bold declaration of faith. Who burst with pride but refuse to humble themselves so that a prince may be found amongst them. What you see are men of goodwill, led astray and lacking guidance, who want to do good but in their ignorance flail and find they can only do evil instead. How many more men of good will are simply silent because they are so isolated?

And so I say enough with the silence. Enough. I have had it with so much talk of rights of men and women and animals and the environment and this and that and everything else.

I wish to hear more of the rights of God, so I can learn, truly, the rights of Ireland.

Éirinn go Brách

Wednesday, 9 September 2015

With Apologies

I must apologize for the spur of the moment blog I had written and posted the other day concerning the ongoing migrant crisis in Europe and my immediate and heated response to the news of Germany's government making insane commitments that only encourage further floods of migrants.

It was words of an angry blogger and I apologize for the lack of professionalism on my part. The ongoing Crisis, coupled with my genuine anger at the situation in Syria and the absolute naive stupidity of my fellow Europeans in this regard was too much for me at the end of a long work day. I will strive to stay on point from now on.

Monday, 31 August 2015

A Weak and Vacillating age

My apologies for lack of updates when I have said I would seek to update more. I cannot begin to recount the number of draft blog posts and false starts that clutter up my account but I feel I must start somewhere because at the end of the day, I have two choices: either admit defeat and close this blog or continue it, even if it is fruitless. And since I am loathe to surrender I must commit to the latter.

As such I will now try to turn my attention away from commentary for the time being and get back to what this blog was intended for, the theoretical proliferation of Monarchy as Government and societal organization, with obvious and rightful evidence on Ireland and Ireland's situation, albeit, non-Irish who wish to take from my words and thoughts what they will are free to do so, as a pan-monarchist I must admit the strategems for monarchism in Ireland may not apply universally because everyone's situation is different. It was when I lost track of this and focused my outrage on the scandals of the Irish Government and the failings of the Church and the whoring of Europe by the European Union did I thus lose my way. There is nought I can do about the world as it is but let it suffer and rot, I must focus on Ireland before I extend my care to my beloved brothers and cousins in Europe and beyond. I cannot be blamed for this, it is the reality of the situation, though it hurts me every day to look across the Mediterranean and see the plains of Ninevah burn...

Of course I will still on occasion make passing commentary but it must be restricted to a minority of the posts on this blog, not a majority.

To this end, I will seek to start a short series of blog posts considering the strengthening aspects of Monarchy to a society in comparison to the democratic model overall and in particular how these benefits apply to Ireland. I also seek to do a series of blogposts on the acknowledgements all mature monarchists must intellectual accept as the failings of a monarchical system (both theoretical and actual with historical examples) and how best they can be mitigated within compromising the monarchist spirit, so as to better monarchist and counter-revolutionary thought.

This is important since years ago I met many a new monarchist, wide eyed and full of hope and love of all good things see nothing but good about monarchy and thus did I become wary of these very same people becoming jaded cynics in the future, and become bitter about monarchism. Mayhap this is because my own journey to Monarchism was made through the yellow tinted glasses of a cynic who had lost faith in everything and had attacked monarchism before discovering its fundamental honesty with itself as an idea and the human condition in general. All monarchists, but especially those who are zealous for the cause of counter-revolution MUST be prepared to know and accept these failings, not just so they can do battle with our detractors and the vile revolutionaries who despise civilization and all that is Good, True and Beautiful. But they must know them so they can answer the questions of their fellow monarchists, many who are not of the intellectual bent and rely on the aid of others for their edification and strength.

We must recognise the dangers of propaganda and rhetoric, more importantly its misuse of these vaunted and ancient forms of wordcraft and idea formation by the revolutionaries so as to better combat them.

For the enemy, despite their everpresence, is weak. There is nothing of substance in their bile, all they have to their credit is their dedication to their cause. But there is nothing of the stuff of heroes in their spines and already the cracks are showing, already at their moment of greatest victory over all the world are they splintering, Like a bronze colossus with feet of clay it will not stand for long and the beast will fail. The only question is will we have the tools and the strength to rebuild the walls before the wolves come.