Irish and proud, baby, naturally
But you got the luck of a Kennedy
So grab the wheel, keep on holding it tight
‘Til you’re tottering off into that good night
At some point we’re all going to have to accept some excruciating conclusions. Most excruciating for me was the realization that I am not going to get out of life alive. So I engaged certain biological safeguards to bear my critical genetic payload into the future. These actions were taken with the necessary, though sometimes reluctant, participation of my wife, and have produced multiple offspring for sake of operational redundancy. Overall, the propagation of my DNA is a matter of such gravity that I insist on remaining in constant practice even though active reproduction has been discontinued. It’s simply that important.
Nations are a lot like this. We as individuals won’t get out of life alive; but if they’re insufficiently deluded our posterity just might. So we build countries for our nations as parents build homes for their family. But owing to perfectly ample delusion, some of our nations aren’t going to get out alive either. And most seem sanguine in the knowledge.
The thought that ancient peoples would simply cease to exist in any recognizable form outside the scourge of plague or war is one our forebears would almost certainly puzzle over. But then again no one ever called them names, so who can really guess how they would respond?
The people so frivolous as to prioritize national existence over bouncy-ball tend to think of Swedes as Earth’s most intrepid self-annihilators. Though the islands to their west should more often be recognized for their similar fortitude. One of those islands is Ireland. And when people there start fighting, it’s never on behalf of the Irish.
Unlike most other Western grovel pits, the Irish have taken conscious measures to see themselves off the planet. I think that country remains today the only one to actually choose something called “gay marriage” via referendum, rather than requiring it be inserted down their esophagus by bureaucratic mandarins. And that’s not the only popular choices they’ve rendered. The country’s prime minister is a homosexual son of an Indian migrant; as obviously Ireland can’t entrust its future to its own women-chasing sons.
A similar item of which I hadn’t been aware was the travails of Irishman Ibrahim Halawa, summarized recently by the blogger Irish Savant as follows:
The great day had arrived. The most famous Irish prisoner since Oscar Wilde was returning to his ancestral homeland in a blaze of publicity and unprecedented outpourings of joy. Dublin Airport throbbed with anticipation, flashbulbs popped, TV cameras whirred amid an explosion of cheers and tears as the child – that’s how he was referred to – eventually emerged, flanked by an array of virtue-signalling dignitaries. Yes, Ibrahim (‘Paddy’) Halawa was back from his four-year long hunger strike undertaken while confined in a microscopically small cell of six square inches in Egypt. Success at last for the massive campaign waged at huge cost to the Irish taxpayer to get the child back. This included frequent visits to Egypt by senior Government figures and just about every parasitic quango in the country.
A photo of the previously incarcerated Irish child being welcomed home by jubilant countrymen may be found below.
The Savant goes on to juxtapose this occasion of national ebullience with the plight of Éanna Ó Cochláin who is presently decomposing in a Philippine prison without the faintest concern of the Irish government. The stories of these two children(?) appear utterly outrageous when compared. Though to be honest, how Irish can a white man named O’ Cochlain really be? Surely not Irish enough for his sisters to be named Ireland’s women of the year, as seen below.
So as we speak of startling juxtaposition, it is impossible to not set the mewling, cringing, creatures of prog apotheosis in Ireland against the bracing and virile display that just occurred in Poland. Or as the prodigiously duplicitous Associated Press described it: Tens of thousands of fascists and white supremacists.
As I have written many times with only the insight of my eyes, Europe, as she exists in men is marching briskly east while Africa and Arabia continually move their human borders north and west. Lines on a map tell you very little. It’s lines of men that draw nations. And 60,000 Poles tacitly supported by a government actually aligned with its people are drawing a stark distinction between the Europe of Ibrahim Halawa and the one of her women-chasing sons. That doesn’t imply fascism or supremacy any more than does the fact that my children get to live under my roof and squatting foreign migrants don’t. For now.
As I have also written, this radical divergence between the states of Western dissolution and patrimony has great potential to seek its resolution in blood. Already a row has erupted after the female German defense minister openly called for internal resistance against the Polish government’s indulgence of their own people’s opinions. Obviously such things are not well tolerated in Merkel’s Germany.
And they will be decreasingly tolerated outside it. The death bloc simply can not have a pro-European union on its border. The conflicts and contradictions become too obvious to paper over with customary threats and platitudes. Why does Budapest not have burgeoning, parasitic black ghettos? Why is Prague not scraping its streets of dead Czechs? Why can people in Warsaw advocate for their children without being arrested or water cannoned for “hate?” The obvious answers can not be said, and so increasingly idiotic and insulting rhetoric has to suffice. More and more people will travel to or merely contemplate the East and think: This is quite peaceful. Don’t Africans already have their own countries? Don’t Arabs, Turks, Indians, and Pakistanis? Why can’t we have our own country too? This represents an existential problem for the anti-west.
That’s why Visegrad/Three Seas are going to experience ever increasing hostility unless and until they succumb. This will take several forms. One of which includes media and election meddling from the country who screams about meddling loudest. Of course Soros will also be aided by state support of antifa drones in opposing capitals. Huge conflicts and casualties will result. Economic sanctions are also likely at some point to incentivize “human rights.” And when all those don’t work, tanks usually do—as Czechs and Hungarians can both bitterly attest.
For all of our precious paeans to liberty, it turns out freedom wasn’t about freedom at all. It was instead about who gets to possess and control your country. The Paddies and Poles have both largely decided. And leaving them each to it is about all the freedom a man could ask.