Irish leader meets Donald Trump after calling him a racist
03-20-2017, 06:53 PM
You were talking about "Enda Kenny and his ilk", Steve McQueen. Meet the old boss...
I was in Ireland a little while back. Dublin mainly, but I ventured out to the heart as well. What did I find?
Well, Dublin, for starters, is just like any other tourist trap city really. A honey trap for other lost souls across the world to come and experience some of that old authentic 'Irishness' you know - Guiness, er Guiness, and oh shit... er, Guiness? At a fiver a pint! You don't see many drunks in the centre of Dublin that's for sure. I'm being flippant about your culture, and I mean no offence, just trying to make a point.
The Irish are all too happy to play the professional Irishman at home as well as abroad, for profit as well as fun. But what else did I see?
Well, again, in Dublin, I ventured out by myself to a couple of the old pubs. The ones with the old old boys with their shillelaghs and flat caps. I was eyed with suspicion, and why not? I made friends quickly out the back with both younger men and women more my own age. They were friendly but also suspicious. I had an English accent you see. When they found out I was not in fact English, they to a man, almost let out a sigh of relief, but they still did not fully trust me. I could have been anyone - a spy. More of that another time.
But on my way to these 'real' Irish pubs, I passed places that were just an up and coming London really. Packs of people gathered at certain points, that did not speak the lingo, that had no interest in speaking the lingo, and had obvious business to attend to. A city divided, even then, I can't imagine what it would be like now. It wasn't a great atmosphere. You could feel the tension in the air, and I had even more respect for those good old boys supping their Beamish Stout, trusty shillelagh at hand, as I realised just why I had got the looks I had. And why I was treated with such suspicion.
Most of the 'newcomers' had no interest in the true culture of the Irish, so when a man with an English accent came in, alarm bells went off. I was asked many questions about where I came from. I told them. I was then asked about which part of the place I told them I came from, did I come from. How long did I live there. Why did I leave. Where would I be going next. It almost got a little tiresome (ok it did) as it dawned on me that these people were not so much being friendly but grilling me as to my ulterior motives for being there. I guess they didn't get many of the other visitors to their country trying to truly integrate with them and try to get to know them.
But it was a city like most others. There were homeless on the streets (vast majority Irish looking), and drugs was a big big thing going through all strata of society there. Weed of course, but everything else up to high quality Cocaine as well. There are some very dodgy places and some very dodgy people in Dublin, as most people already know. So no change there then.
I walked through the financial district, passing car shops that sold Ferraris. The women were incredibly beautiful. Absolutely stunning in fact. Don't let this stereotype of the ruddy-cheeked ginger-haired semi-portly Irish woman cloud your judgement. Some real stunners. But the same game. These women would never talk to a man like me in my position, such as it was at the time. I went in to some high class bars and was pretty much totally ignored like wallpaper. You know how it goes. There was no quarter there among the female of the species. A man would die of thirst in Dublin without a real ground-network. So pretty much like London, but worse.
So what exactly is it then that makes one a professional Irish man? What is it that the Irish have that other nations don't? I really don't know. Their bigotry towards the English seemed to have blinded them to the higher game being played by their new globalist overlords. So they had that in common with the Welsh and the Scots for starters.
And now after rambling down the lane Steve McQueen, I finally get to your point. The globalists love Ireland. They are easy marks. They don't particularly do anything or make anything that many other nations don't do or make just as well. When I was there, the Celtic Tiger was on the cusp of losing its claw like grip, but the mood was in the air. Many thought at the time it would just keep getting stronger, becoming more powerful, more money being plowed in. They even had a pretty strong tech sector with Cork university being a place of interest to me at the time.
But it was just another place with real people, who wanted real things and not some kind of promised dream. Drugs, gangsters, sectarianism ruling the day and spoiling things for the many, such as these things do.
But I like the Irish a lot. And when I ventured out in to the country there was in deed another side to things. But what economy? Tourists didn't really go there. Hell, I was a tourist of sorts, but when I ventured out by myself you could here a pin drop - like when a stranger walks in to an old school saloon in the Westerns and everyone looks up, it goes silent for a moment, then everyone goes back to what they were doing, but you know every thought is trained on you. Not comfortable. Were they the mythical professional Irishmen I had been seeking? No idea.
I had a great time though, with some cracking lads. Proper Vikings some of them, and even a few of the Elves and the Hobbits.
But they have been played like everyone else. Their long-standing 'dislike' shall we say, of the English has made them easy prey to be manipulated, and I think even now most still don't know what time it is, though I bet people are going to be waking up at an exponential rate, such is the way this globalist bullshit is being rammed down everyone's throats.
Steve McQueen, I don't profess to be an expert on your culture, but I was there on a deeper level than a typical tourist would have been. I saw good people, humble people many of them. And many of them, even the 'Vikings' only wanted to throw off the mantle of Professional Irishman, and to forget about all the sectarian bullshit, and just have a job, and a girlfriend, and not live at the mercy of drug lords, and live in houses that weren't infested with drug-addled scum. Just normal people. But as always, a few were given the keys to the kingdom. I'm talking about seriously arrogant academic types that really thought they were something special, and of course the women, who hold the keys to that other kindgom.
Your country is no different to any other. You are being lied to and manipulated and you fight among yourselves, not looking after you own, and that is why the whole St.Patrick's day sham should be called out for what it is. your people are no more united than any other.
And of course now things get interesting in Northern Ireland, and we might be seeing things we never expected to see, even though they were fought for, for generations. I have no time for sectarianism and for the people who still cling to it. The world is changing fast, especially your country. We won't even go in to the bigotry and violence from the other side. But there are bad men still out there, wanting to impose their will. And there are bad men in this country who will not stand for that. A lot of things have not been forgotten yet.
And we won't even go in to the whole refugee thing in NI and how they are treated. It's amazing what some people can get away with. Maybe another thread.
You have a stooge running your country, and you have gullible people buying in to the globalist thing, so of course they are against Trump. But they hate the British even more and if they can stick it to us by 'becoming part of Europe', even if it means their own demise, then they will. It's what we are seeing now. They have been told to hate Trump and that is what they will do. The roots of Marxism go very deep in your country - I would expect nothing less.
I didn't really make a point, more just chatting and trying to provide a bit of moral support to a red-pilled man, which I understand, is not that easy in Ireland at all, with such lefty roots running so deep.
Anyway, look on the bright side. If things get really bad there, you can always don a clip-on ginger beard, and travel the world as a professional Irishman! :-)
Sláinte!
(Sorry for a disjointed post, my computer has decided to break down so it'll just have stand for now)