I joined the Flying Column in 1916
In Cork with Seán Moylan, Tipperary with Dan Breen
Arrested by Free Staters and sentenced for to die
Farewell to Tipperary said the Galtee Mountain Boy
We crossed pleasant valleys and over the hilltops green
Where we met with Dinny Lacey, Seán Hogan and Dan Breen
Seán Moylan and his gallant band they kept the flag flying high
Farewell to Tipperary said the Galtee Mountain Boy
We crossed the Dublin mountains we were rebels on the run
Though hunted night and morning we were outlawed but free men
We tracked the Wicklow mountains as the sun was shining high
Farewell to Tipperary said the Galtee Mountain Boy
I'm bidding farewell to old Clonmel that I never more will see
And to the Galtee mountains that oft times sheltered me
To the men who fought for liberty and died without a sigh
May the cause be ne'er forgotten said the Galtee Mountain Boy
The Galtee Mountain Boy might be a cover but the men mentioned in the song are definitely not fictitious. All of them were well-known members of the Irish Republican Army (IRA) in the Tipperary - Cork area during the War of Independence and the Civil War.
Seán Hogan and Dan Breen were part of the group which seized a cart load of gelignite, or gelly, and detonators near Soloheadbeg in County Tipperary on 21 January 1919. Two officers of the Royal Irish Constabulary (RIC) got killed in what is known as the Soloheadbeg Ambush. The ambush at Soloheadbeg marked the beginning of the War of Independence. After the ambush Seán Hogan and Dan Breen were on the run.
Hogan was arrested in May 1919, but freed near Knocklong by members of the Irish Republican Army (IRA), among which Dan Breen, when he was transported from Thurles to stand trail in Cork.
In June 1921, only a few weeks before the end of the War of Independence, Ned Foley and Patrick Maher were executed for the killing of two police escorts during the Knocklong Rescue. Seán Hogan, who was wounded during his escape, recovered and fought in the Civil War against the Free Staters.
Dan Breen managed to avoid being arrested, although once he sustained 22 bullet wounds in a shootout with the Royal Irish Constabulary (RIC). Like Seán Hogan Breen opposed the Anglo-Irish Treaty and fought in the Irish Republican Army (IRA). He was arrested by Free Staters during the Civil War and imprisoned in Mountjoy Prison, from which he was released after a hunger and thirst strike. After the Civil War Dan Breen went into politics until his retirement in 1965.
Dinny Lacey was commander of the Irish Republican Army (IRA) in the south of County Tipperary and was killed in an ambush by members of the Free State Army on 18 February 1923.
And, last but not least, Seán Moylan was leader of the North Cork Brigade of the Irish Republican Army (IRA). After the Civil War Seán Moylan was actively involved in the founding of Fianna Fáil. Moylan persuaded some of the anti-Treaty side in the Republic of Ireland to put down their weapons and to enter politics.
Into our townlan' on a night of snow
rode a man from God knows where;
None of us bade him stay or go,
nor deemed him friend, nor damned him foe,
but we stabled his big roan mare;
for in our townlan' we're decent folk,
and if he didn't speak, why none of us spoke,
and we sat till the fire burned low.
We're a civil sort in our wee place
so we made the circle wide
round Andy Lemon's cheerful blaze,
and wished the man his length of days
and a good end to his ride.
He smiled in under his slouchy hat,
says he: 'There's a bit of a joke in that,
for we ride different ways.'
The whiles we smoked we watched him stare
from his seat fornenst the glow.
I nudged Joe Moore: 'You wouldn't dare
to ask him who he's for meeting there,
and how far he has got to go?'
And Joe wouldn't dare, nor Wully Scott,
And he took no drink - neither cold nor hot,
this man from God knows where.
It was closing time, and late forbye,
when us ones braved the air.
I never saw worse (may I live or die)
than the sleet that night, an' I says, says I:
'You'll find he's for stopping there.'
But at screek o'day, through the gable pane
I watched him spur in the peltin' rain,
an' I juked from his rovin' eye.
Two winters more, then the Trouble year,
when the best that a man could feel
was the pike that he kept in hidin's near,
till the blood o' hate an' the blood o' fear
would be redder nor rust on the steel.
Us ones quet from mindin' the farms
Let them take what we gave wi' the weight o' our arms
from Saintfield to Kilkeel.
In the time o' the Hurry, we had no lead
we all of us fought with the rest
an' if e'er a one shook like a tremblin' reed,
none of us gave neither hint nor heed,
nor ever even'd we'd guessed.
We men of the North had a word to say,
an'we said it then, in our own dour way,
an' we spoke as we thought was best.
All Ulster over, the weemin cried
for the stan'in' crops on the lan'.
Many's the sweetheart and many's the bride
would liefer ha' gone to where he died,
and ha' mourned her lone by her man.
But us ones weathered the thick of it
and we used to dander along and sit
in Andy's, side by side.
What with discourse goin' to and fro,
the night would be wearin' thin,
yet never so late when we rose to go
but someone would say: 'do ye min' thon' snow,
an 'the man who came wanderin'in?'
and we be to fall to the talk again,
if by any chance he was one o' them
The man who went like the win'.
Well 'twas gettin' on past the heat o' the year
when I rode to Newtown fair;
I sold as I could (the dealers were near
only three pounds eight for the Innish steer,
an' nothin' at all for the mare!)
I met M'Kee in the throng o' the street,
says he: 'The grass has grown under our feet
since they hanged young Warwick here.',
And he told me that Boney had promised help
to a man in Dublin town.
Says he: 'If you've laid the pike on the shelf,
you'd better go home hot-fut by yourself,
an' once more take it down.'
So by Comber road I trotted the grey
and never cut corn until Killyleagh
stood plain on the risin' groun'.
For a wheen o' days we sat waitin' the word
to rise and go at it like men,
but no French ships sailed into Cloughey Bay
and we heard the black news on a harvest day
that the cause was lost again;
and Joey and me, and Wully Boy Scott,
we agreed to ourselves we'd as lief as not
ha' been found in the thick o' the slain.
By Downpatrick goal I was bound to fare
on a day I'll remember, feth;
for when I came to the prison square
the people were waitin' in hundreds there
an' you wouldn't hear stir nor breath!
For the sodgers were standing, grim an' tall,
round a scaffold built there foment the wall,
an' a man stepped out for death!
I was brave an' near to the edge of the throng,
yet I knowed the face again,
an' I knowed the set, an' I knowed the walk
an' the sound of his strange up-country talk,
for he spoke out right an' plain.
Then he bowed his head to the swinging rope,
whiles I said 'Please God' to his dying hope
and 'Amen' to his dying prayer
that the wrong would cease and the right prevail,
for the man that they hanged at Downpatrick gaol
was the Man from God knows where!
Thomas Russell, of County Cork, bosom friend and devoted comrade of Tone and Emmet, organised County Down for the United Irishmen in 1795. One night, in 1996, he entered an inn or tavern in County Down, either Killyleagh or Loughinisland, where a number of local men were gathered. They were United Irishmen, but Russell didn't know it, and they didn't know him or why he was there. One of them, long years after, tells of that night, and tells where and under what circumstances he saw Russell again. The Warwick mentioned in the poem was a young Republican Presbyterian Minister who was hanged at Newtownards. Thomas Russell was hanged on 21st October, 1803.
Florence Wilson's ballad imaginatively recalls the outline features of Thomas Russell's activity in 1795 and 1803.
The opening verses depict Russell's work in Co Down during winter of 1795 when reconstruction of the United Irish movement was under way. F. J. Bigger, in his Four Shots From County Down, assumes that Andy Lemon's tavern was the Buck's Head at Loughinisland. It should be noted that in 1803 the proprietor was James Fitzpatrick, who gave evidence at Russell's trial of Russell's attempts to raise Down in Emmett's Rebellion.
Later verses depict 'the time of the Hurry' when in 1798 people "quet from mindin' the farms" to fight under McCracken and Munro. 'Young Warwick' is the Reverend Archibald Warwick of Kircubbin who was executed along with the Reverend James Porter of Greyabbey. Both were Presbyterian clergymen.
As the ballad moves to a close it re-echoes the supposition that French help was under way in 1803 -'Boney had promised help to a man in Dublin town'. A hint of the debacle in July-August 1803 is given in the lines:
"but no French ships sailed into Cloughey Bay
and we heard the black news on a harvest day
that the cause was lost again.
The dramatic final verses connect Russell's last words to the impression he made on his listeners during his visit to their townland on that 'night of snow' in winter 1795.
Acknowledgement: Dennis Carroll "The Man from God Knows Where: Thomas Russell 1767 - 1803"
So rise up all you ancestors,and dance upon your graves,
I've come to hear your voices now, so maybe I'll be saved.
Russell says that, "The original idea was that I would both record and tour as this character, 'Man from God Knows Where', who would summon up his ancestors at each show and explore their history. Every show would be different, with new information being added. That's pretty much the way it is going so far, too. The show changes every night. I don't add new songs, but I bring in new thoughts, lines and insights from my ancestors. I am learning quite a bit doing this show live." Russell compares the project to the Lakota/Sioux sweat lodge and Yuwipi ceremonies, which honor ancestors by seeking their wisdom.
Lakota leader Sitting Bull himself appears in Man From God Knows Where, speaking from a gondola in an old photograph. Russell comments, "That's the ironic take on immigration. I saw that photo in an old cowboy photo book. There is some question about whether Sitting Bull actually went to Venice, but it doesn't matter. He was with the Wild West Show and the point is that I realized that while he was sailing to Europe with Buffalo Bill Cody, my own ancestors were sailing to America to settle in the very places where the Native Americans were being destroyed and dispossessed of their lands. It is very, very sad. And I wanted to include some thought on the indigenous peoples and what immigration meant to them on this project."
"I close my eyes and see the Big Horn Valley,
Harvest moons ago, The bloody hair of Custer
Hanging from our victory pole!" - "Sitting Bull in Venice"
Russell acknowledges the common perception among Southwest peoples, both indigenous and Chicano, that they were historic victims of an "Anglo" invasion. "I'm sure there is an awareness of the complexity of immigration, but there also must be a feeling that an outside 'army' of English-speakers marched in, just as an earlier wave of Spanish-speaking invaders moved over that part of the country.
"I want to explore that more, about how people moved and interacted along the Rio Grande. The Spanish coming up the river, killing Indians all along the way, then the Americans moving in, killing Spanish and Indians. You know, the government wants to make the whole Rio Grande a national monument. I live in El Paso now, and I am reading a lot about all that. I feel like I am living in Egypt along the Nile! The Rio Grande is likely to be my next album project in a couple of years."
Russell lives in El Paso now. "I like it very much. There is no music scene and no real literary scene. Just regular working folks. I like that. My girlfriend and I looked around the Southwest about two years ago when we were sick of New York and the urban thing. We fell in love with this place on the Rio Grande."
About his part in the Merle Haggard tribute album a few years ago, Russell says, "I liked doing that album. Because I grew up on that music, those dust bowl songs, and Johnny Cash. George Jones. Merle Haggard. I liked country music when it was for working people. About ten or fifteen years ago country music left that and became a middle class dance-pop thing built around 'stars'. I was very sad to see that happen. I try to get back to that working class focus in my own songs, though I don't get real political about it."
Oh gather round me people, lend an ear now if you please,
Your promised land was settled by bastards, drunks and thieves,
Excuse me if it offends you, but I'm the worst of all of these,
Yes, I destroyed the family tree,
I am the Outcast!
Russell laughs about his choice of Dave Van Ronk to sing the part of The Outcast. "I wanted to have a Devil's Advocate, the opposite of my character, The Man from God Knows Where, to talk from that view of history: all the bigotry and swindling that went on. Originally I thought of Tom Waits. Then I talked with Dave about it. He loved the concept and I realized he was perfect for it. He had that voice! And he had done blues and Bertolt Brecht folk opera. And he had explored his own Irish and Dutch roots and related them to the slave roots and other folk roots in America. On the album, The Outcast says the things that the Man (me) could not say. The Outcast is the guy who met the immigrants when they got off the boat and told them his version of history at the same time that he was swindling them. I grew up on Rodgers and Hart and Broadway shows as well as Woody Guthrie and folk music. There always needed to be a villain, an alter-ego--like when I saw Jerry Lee Lewis play Iago in a rock version of Othello. I never forgot that! I loved having Dave play The Outcast part. He took all the racism, the dirty politics and put it right out there. History depends on who is telling it, doesn't it?"
Russell remarks on how the version of history told in The Man From God Knows Where differs from the common account in US history texts: "We know that there was lots of suicide, alcoholism, bankruptcy and despair. You don't get that in the standard school history books. But you see it in the photos, in the tales handed down, including my own family history. The ancestors can tell us this story. I wanted to make it real. I see this piece as balanced by The Man and The Outcast. Two ways of looking at immigrant history."
"This is a work in progress for me. I am still digging into it. It has to do with the struggle to find community--we are still struggling, aren't we? There were very tough times for the people out on the plains. Back there in Europe, in Ireland or Norway or Italy, there was and always has been a sense of community. People always have links to neighbors and relatives, to places. It roots them in time. "But in America all that was destroyed by the move into new land, by harsh reality, by destruction of the natives, by a lack of any real sense of place and belonging. By being told stories about this place that differed. By swindlers, by saints. And by loneliness. There was tremendous isolation."
Russell talks about the sense of community we are finding in America. "Yes, we are discovering it. At last. I love where I live now and I plan to stay. And I am learning community from ancestors along the way, and from audiences, from touring America."
He recounts his personal history. "I was raised on the West Coast. I tried performing my songs around the country. I also worked with the William Morris Agency in developing novels for publication. I always knew I had these characters, but I wasn't sure where to go with them. By 1979, I had quit performing and I was driving a cab in New York City. One night, I happened to pick up Robert Hunter as a fare. He's the lyricist for the Grateful Dead, you know. We got to talking and he encouraged me to get back to performing and recording my songs.
"I put together the Tom Russell Band and we went to Norway, where we had a hit song, "St. Olaf's Gate" that later was covered by Doug Sahm and others. I began working more in Europe and western Canada than in the US. I worked with both Ian and Sylvia separately--I was a big fan! And I even co-wrote a book with Sylvia Tyson. The Merle Haggard tribute and my last two CDs finally opened up the US market for us."
My father was a gambler, he threw horseshoes at the moon
He won a million dollars, and he lost a million, too.
His father's troubled life history is portrayed on the recording without apology and with clear affection. "My Dad passed away just two years ago, in 1997. I really could not finish this project until then. Writing and recording this album was more disturbing to the rest of the family than to me. It was more cathartic and cleansing and freeing for me. You know, it ends in 'Love Abides'. That song means a great deal to me."
Here's to what we've left behind us,
Here's to what we've kept inside
May the road that lies before us
Lead to a place where love abides.
Russell says that his time in Europe aroused dormant curiousity about his personal family origins. "I spent time trying to find the family farm in Norway, and found a deep sense there of connectedness, of roots going very deep and extending out across the seas.
I miss ancient rock and wild fjord
Where my grandparents stood by the door
Praise God that before I pass from this life
I'll lay eyes on that old Northern shore.
"That's where I really felt I could discover something important by focusing on research of my own ancestors. My Irish family history is more complicated. I am descended from both Russells and Malloys. It opened a big door to go there. Musically, I found myself in Doolin, in Dublin and all around the country, with so many songs, such fine musicians, and everyone wanting to talk about the people who went off to America. I would love to work with an Irish songwriter in the future. You know, it was Delores Keane, the voice of Ireland, who gave the wonderful idea for that song, 'When Irish Girls Grow Up'. She told me how Irish women can gossip, even though it is considered sinful, because they ask for forgiveness beforehand. And it was an Irish journalist who asked me if my song cycle would include anything about the Native Americans and how the immigrants impacted upon them."
Have you heard about the Cooney's, the Russell's and Malloy's?
Their girls all left the farm and went to chasin' city boys . . .
Oh, isn't it a pity, when Irish girls grow up?
Will there be a performance of The Man in its full multi-singer format, as on the CD? Russell explains, "The full cast of The Man from God Knows Where was assembled... in Norway at a castle on the really wild rugged coast. We spent two days there, got into the feeling and the reality of it. We performed the cycle for Norway television. Possibly we will put the whole cast together for a performance in the US sometime in the future. Meanwhile, Andrew and I will keep touring, getting to know our audiences and digging deeper into this material. We are having a grand time at it so far!"
Oh, they hung me in Downpatrick,
Up near St. Patrick's tomb,
But my ghost rose up in the peat fire smoke
Toward the rising of the moon.
Now as I drift through your villages,
All the maidens stop and stare,
'There goes old Tom, the vagabond,
The Man From God Knows Where.'
Fascism whether it be the German form of Hitler, Italian form Of Mussolini, Spanish form of Franco, Russian form of Stalin, Brit form of MI5 BBC are essentially the same. Fascism is a religion of Empire state. It invades by stealth the organic unity of the body politic and brainwashes a people, to a leader attuned to supposedly embody the will of the people. It is totalitarian and holds that any action by the leader is justified, to achieve the common good. It takes responsibility away from the people for all aspects of their lives and seeks to impose uniformity of thought and action, whether by censorship, indoctrination, propaganda, force, regulation and social pressure. Everything must be aligned with its objectives. Any rival identity or questioning, is part of the “problem” and therefore defined as the enemy.
Adolf Hitler didn’t smoke, like any MI5 BBC closet fascists, hiding their right-wing ideology, while winning hearts and minds, he named his fascists, the National Socialist German Workers Party. It is also worth remembering, particularly at this time, that in the 1920s and 1930s, fascist dictators, like Benito Mussolini of Italy and Hitler in the early days of their regimes in Germany and Italy in the 1930s, were not considered to be cold-blooded killers, but visionary statesmen, who believed that the state and its experts could rationally solve all problems.
This was at that time called the 'Third Way', also expounded lately by our late, beloved and glorious MI5 cultivated leaders, Tony Blair and Margaret Thatcher. Which takes us directly to the politics of the third way, in Britain today. Anyone who disagree or questions it, is labelled a "fascist". The worst perpetrator of this insult to our intelligence, you won’t be surprised to read, is the BBC, which routinely uses the word “fascist", either without having any idea what it means, or because it is happy to use the word as a form of PC abuse, to excuse its feral censorship. Get ready to hear the fascist MI5 BBC, America !
DO IT !, because MI5 BBC knows best, and because Auntie said so !
MI5 BBC creates first with its world service, dumbed down wits, who are then told in the nicest possible way of course, how to be civilized in the organized Brutish way. Slash your alcohol consumption, drive slower and save the world from climate change, while subliminally telling citizens of other countries to trash their own culture, in order make their own enterprise feel more at home and safe, from restless natives. Today their stooge is the MI5 appointee Prime Minister Gordon Brown, the control freak’s, control freak, like his predecessors Blair and Thatcher, brownspeak is once more the mantra of the day.
Britain with it colonial experience and special relationship (W.A.S.P.) secretly helped organize the first modern fascist state in America, instigating the use of the Sedition Acts of 1917 and 1918 to end criticism of government policy. British agents in the 1920's, came up with alcohol prohibition,loyalty oaths, eugenics and state capitalism. Following the Wall Street Crash in 1929, brainwashing or brainfilthing to be precise, with much used military metaphors to re-ignite the American economy in the 1930s. The British worked with the American President of the time, organizing the use of massive militaristic parades (Nuremberg style) to enable further brainfilthing.
The British using their experience in the colonies, helped organize government goons to smash down doors to impose domestic policies. G-men were treated like media demigods, as they spied on the plain people's dissidents. British captains of industry wrote the rules by which America was governed at thE time. They secretly taped conversations, used the postal service to punish enemies, and taught American politicians how to lie repeatedly to their own people, in order to manoeuvre the United States into a war to protect the British form of fascism in Europe. The patriotism of anybody who opposed the economic programmes or the war itself, was questioned. They helped create the military-industrial fascist complex, that is destroying the lives OF ordinary people's families today.
Today, MI5 BBC spout all sorts of prattle, just like Mein Kampf did, replete with concentration camp type fascism, sometimes camouflaged in a softer veneer, which couches unmistakeably its fascist fist of steel in a velvet glove. We in Ireland remember well their Concentration camps in Ireland at Long Kesh and now in Derry. Yes, moderators sound much better that censors but it is still rampant brutal censorship, like the book burners in Munich. "First you burn the word and then you burn people" not just burning the plain people of Ireland but citizens worldwide, including its very own commoner licence payers. Yes their over-the-top claims for children and their rights and counter-productive slogans still mask a dogma with a record that shows one of the world's worst childcare records.
With the help of their CIA colleagues and BBC America we may well ask who is the next fuehrer being groomed with their buddies in Fox right now ?. Believe me native American, your ancestors were absolutely correct. MI5 BBC speak, with forked tongues. They promise protection from their self created threat of terrorism, their latest version of their colonial perfected policies of divide and conquer. MI5 BBC will then promise the compromise in the name of your security, while your rights to a quality life are squandered away for the magical illusions, created by the eternal wars of these "Securocrats" and BBC doctored spin merchants.
The BBC itself still struggle however, as its journalists are running short of ideas on how to cover positively, their eternal wars of aggression against the dwindling number of countries left, which its special partnership is currently attacking. How and where to get any ideas, any clues? Another beautifully rapped fascist bone to throw their commoners, even if it is taken from its dusty old filthy rotten empire files, for another success story, using its insidiously crafted and treacherous propaganda, fashioned from its endless never ending empire wars.
They constipate, meditate and regurgitate, on how to defend the un-defendable? How to present their latest war crimes as a success stories!. How to weave and spin lies into half-truths. The BBC editors demand all of their rookie reporters to write about what has been achieved, without being gloomy and negative, or they will be bullied, or lose their job. The special relationship with Wall street wants to sell yet another war, against ordinary plain people and the BBC MI5 czars will sell it but first they must demonize ordinary plain people.
They search for their carrion like desperate ravenous dogs, fighting and gnawing at each other, for some possible remains in her Majesty's filthy streets, looking for waste and rubbish to survive on. Desperate for any positive on its latest campaign of organized murder, like feral dogs roaming the streets, presenting their rubbish and filth to satisfy their MI5 masters. They are ridiculous in their enslavement to their MI5 warlords and their lucrative war business. It is common knowledge to all and sundry, even the real dogs on her Majesty's filthy streets, that BBC journalists work in reality for MI5 secret warlords. Brown, Blair and Thatcher all groomed by them.
Still the BBC's bullying editors and pundits believe that there are no other sources of information except themselves. They still imagine that truthful stations like Aljazeera don't exist or can be flattened and all of their reporters assassinated or imprisoned. The BBC homepage with its columns of poison, feed their created power struggle of divide and conquer in Iraq and Ireland. The BBC is also a travel agent, a one way travel agent for their latest war with their special partnership addicted to yet another war Afghanistan. Will they tell their commoners what happened the last time they were in Afghanistan? No definitely not, they desperately need more cannon fodder.
War, War, War.War..... while their journalists never quit their hotel rooms and parrot, what their military press officers tell them, verbatum, be it Baghdad, Belfast or Kabul. The green zone and Europa Hotel were bombed almost daily and the BBC journalists still talked about tourists visiting Sumerian remnants in Ur and climbing the Ziggurat of the Chaldeans or the Giants causeway while their gangsters and murderers in army uniforms, obliterate women and children to create just another military base.
Unbelievable? repeated again today in Afghanistan, with remote control drones perfected by Israel, to sanitize the never ending worldwide genocide of innocent "collateral damage". The MI5 BBC journalist meantime bullied by an editor, requiring every single day, some good positive spin on its latest murderous campaign.
The commoner's licence fee, paying for a BBC reporter, or to be precise MI5 full time employee, didn't tell us that the barbarians in uniform have now killed 1.3 miillion civilians, mostly women and children in Iraq or that they destroyed the sites of an ancient Babylon culture, or banned all Gaelic speaking spokespersons of the people of Ireland or that the very walls of the III millennium BC Ziggurat, just like the walls of occupied Ireland, were sullied by their uniformed yobs with porn graffiti., with their MI5 BBC embedded reporters.
Who the hell are you kidding MI5 BBC? Who besides your licence paying commoners are you taking for a ride next, while flying your butcher's apron and MI5 BBC flagship from the middle ages? What feces are you writing next?, we have other sources to check your hallucinating and delirious journalism, as you try to enforce your censorship worldwide, in you litany of obedient compliant former colonial states.
MI5 BBC fascist propaganda to divide, to rule, to promote their third way, to plunder the world with their marauding brutal uniformed murdering gangsters, while selling them as peacemakers, amid their manufactured divisions of racism and sectarianism, fostered with their couched propaganda, crafted by liars!
Try to convince the world, BBC, that you are not profoundly racists or that you have not cultivated this with your worldwide service.! With your Irish, Islamic, Chinese, Indian, Pakistani, African Jokes ! These people who visit you, they laugh at your second-rate journalism and third class propaganda. Your lies are so flagrant and your so called analysis are so ideologically shallow, that most intelligent people who enter your site, overseas, check up on your lies and ridicule you. Have Your Say, a superficial pathetic sop and an utter waste of time. Writers from all over the world are suppressed, banned and censored on a totally fascist scale, on the pretext of a balanced point of view. In fact nothing contrary to MI5 BBC fascist ideology is allowed. Pretending to talk about different opinions and views or neutral journalism, is just a white elephant of the MI5 BBC fascist agenda.
Irish and Iraqi resistance revealed to the world the real face of the BBC and unmasked their patent hypocrisy. Remember the outrageous BBC reports from Fallujah or Derry on Bloody Sunday ?. There we saw the true values of the special relationship, when their journalists were spouting daylight lies, enabling the wholesale slaughter of civilians, while they were embedded with their barbarian war criminals. Remember the actors hired to fake Irish spokespeople censored. When it comes to killing or looting, the values of the "civilized" MI5 BBC suddenly become clear and show their real brutal viperous fangs. When it comes to Ireland all dissidents are censored, an essential part of the Peace process scrapped as it declares war once again on the plain people of Ireland.
Media like MI5 BBC is ugly, really ugly, without any scruples whatsoever they are military press whores, brainfilthers, yes as in filth! Brainfilth with a 'h' to be precise, as they teach our children, that murder in uniform is heroic, that they should grow up to be warriors and drop tons of bombs, on sleeping "terrorist" babies from a saf distance of 30,000 ft so that their "security forces" can keep you safe. As they force our youth back onto the streets, as the only form of expressing resistance, to their age old war on the Irish people.
Meanwhile on a totally unrelated matter Hollywood has been chosen for MI5's largest base of operation outside the BBC in London. Coincidence or Plan B ? No, its Hollywood in the Northern part of occupied Ireland actually, where they will always be guaranteed to have a supporting fascist fanbase, that was cultivated by decades of their Brutish Brainfilth.
So much for the idea that Britain was somehow neutral towards the six counties or has no selfish intent in Ireland ! as part of the peace process ?
So much for the end of MI5 BBC censorship, which was supposed to end, as part of the Peace Process?
Most of us are aware of the battle between the traditional media and bloggers regarding content which is generally politicized one way or the other. It is about political control and manipulation of public opinion.
Political control of the masses it appears, is now conducted to a large extent, by the media at the behest of huge agencies, with considerable resources. A free press, an important part of a genuine democracy, has been compromised. This is my principal interest in journalism.
My previous involvement in writing articles, of a harmless sporting nature in the BBC, included emails and phone calls from detectives, to desist from contributing, in what was a solely sporting debate. I am aware for quite some time, that British agencies have a particular interest in silencing people like me.
The extent of subtle but considerable censorship of our apparently free press, is to say the least alarming. They can be certain, that I will not continue to be censored in the future, on matters of importance to me.
The IrishBlog list above when clicked, includes Irish performers such as, Enya, Ron Kavana, Clancys, celtic, Planxty, Christy Moore, Luke Kelly, travellers, Kila, tommy Tiernan, Kathleen Largy, Mary Coughlan and Phil Coulter to name but a few in this particular post.
I've been around trad music for 50 + years but I think this is my favourite song, the pipes solos make it special. Maith go leor !
