Handshake Takes place Amid Ongoing Tension

Handshake Takes place Amid Ongoing Tension


 Provisional Sinn Fein's Martin McGuinness met and shook hands with British monarch
 Elizabeth Windsor today, both in private and in the presence of an
 official photographer. The unprecented event has provoked protest and
 division among Irish nationalists and republicans.

 The initial handshake took place in a room within Belfast's Lyric
 theatre behind closed doors, and little is known of what took place. A
 second encounter, as the British monarch was leaving the theatre, was
 recorded by photographers and released to the media.

 Windsor is the head of Britain's armed forces, the occupying troops in
 the North of Ireland. McGuinness served for many years as a commander
 within the Provisional IRA, but is now the Deputy First Minister in the
 local power-sharing administration in the north of Ireland.

 In a quiet space used by the theater for creative learning, the two met
 privately and were joined by Windsor's husband, Philip
 Sonderburg-Glucksburg ('Prince Philip' or 'the Duke of Edinburgh') the
 North's First Minister Peter Robinson, President Michael D Higgins and
 his wife Sabina.

 A Sinn Fein spokesman said that in that meeting, Mr McGuinness
 "emphasised the need to acknowledge the pain of all victims of the
 conflict and their families." He said Mr McGuinness told Windsor that
 their meeting was a "powerful signal that peace-building requires
 leadership".

 The meeting was seen as a provocative act by some republican groups and
 heavy rioting broke out in west Belfast last night. The PSNI said nine
 of its members were injured as petrol bombs were thrown near the Falls
 Road.

 The violence followed clashes on Black mountain yesterday as loyalists
 attacked nationalist protestors and pulled apart a giant sign erected in
 opposition to the queen's visit.  There were reports of continuing
 disturbances at the same location today.

 Twenty thousand loyalists are currently gathering in the grounds of
 Stormont parliament buildings for a 'party' to mark the royal visit and
 the 60th anniversary of Windsor's coronation.

 Photographs of the encounter have been published in the major
 international media this afternoon, and most have hailed the event as a
 sign of peace in Ireland.

IRISH REPUBLICAN COUP AS NIGHT VISION PHOTO OF IRA QUEEN HANDSHAKE GOES PUBLIC

Secret Night Vision Photo Exposes Martin McGuinness Secret Hamdshake of the Queen of England


A secret republican unit, after performing secret surveillance on Hillsborough Castle during the night, finally observed their two targets, while at the same time remaining almost invisible, so no one could see them taking a night vision photograph of the former Provisional IRA commander, actually kissing the hand of the Queen of England, with head firmly bowed in submission. The occasion was meant to be actually a handshake of top secret priority, with the photographs meant to be kept secret under the British Officials Secret Act for decades to come.

The secret republican unit monitored the suspects with night vision despite poor visibility. It was very difficult because of weather conditions and confusing in the sense of mistakenly monitoring different persons. They managed to successfully get a secret night vision photo, because they had very good quality night vision equipment. Every professional republican unit and head hunters, use night vision equipment to secretly navigate, observe and spy at night.They also used night vision goggles and scopes in their operational activities. The unit were surprised to find that many of the Queen's entourage were actually laughing at Martin McGuinness kissing the Queen's extended hand.


Initially in their surveillance they used night vision scopes or night vision monoculars.They made it easy to deal with getting back to a normal view. Because the operation required secret spying activities, while sneaking up on McGuinness and his Queen, to take the photos of the supposed top secret handshake, which turned out to be a rather old fashioned submission  ceremony with head bowed by the former republican to his Queen.Then constantly monitoring the suspects, while making good their escape, while at the same time using night vision binoculars and goggles, they made good their escape back to their base in South Armagh. It is expected that the British will arrange another photo-op, to hide their embarrassment at such a major breach in the Queen's security.

The Patriot Game Crossmaglen Ireland

McGuinness a Judas, say ex-IRA men

Crossmaglen memorial

Published on Monday 25 June 2012 09:50

MARTIN McGuinness is “a traitor” for meeting the Queen, a rally of republican hardliners in south Armagh was yesterday told.

Ex-Provisional IRA founder Laurence O’Neill denounced Mr McGuinness as “a Judas” and said he should hang his head in shame for meeting the Queen while Northern Ireland remained under British rule.

Mr O’Neill was addressing a commemoration yesterday in Crossmaglen for local IRA bomb-maker, Sean O’Callaghan, who died eight years ago.

Around 300 people attended the rally including leading Lurgan republican Colin Duffy, ex-Sinn Fein MLA and Newry councillor Davy Hyland, Garvaghy Road residents’ spokesman Breandan MacCionnaith and former Tyrone IRA leaders.

Ex-IRA hunger-strikers Tommy McKearney and Gerard Hodgins were also present.

A British Army spotter plane hovered overhead throughout the rally which was held at a controversial IRA monument that Sinn Fein denies is a political memorial.

The party claims the statue (pictured) in the centre of the village is “a tourist attraction” and is supporting an application for a grant of up to £30,000 of taxpayers’ money for its refurbishment, something that unionists and victims of terrorism have opposed.

Laurence O’Neill from Co Antrim said the Queen was “commander-in-chief” of a British army that had killed republicans in Ireland for decades.

Mr McGuinness – who two years ago denounced dissident republicans as “traitors to the island of Ireland” – was himself denounced by O’Neill as a traitor for “shaking the paw of the Queen of England as a guarantee that will see her dream come true of Ireland remaining a cosy, peaceful colony”.

“We are here today because we are republicans of the original school, not the kind that have supped the soup and would try to justify their treachery,” he said.

Mr O’Neill claimed republican grassroots had been “conned, betrayed, sold down the river and told ‘not a bullet, not an ounce’”.

He said: “Shame on those who sold us out. We were told the lie that the war was at a stalemate — yet the IRA had 20 tons of weaponry in bunkers all over Ireland.”

The rally was also addressed by former Sinn Fein MLA Pat McNamee and former party representative Jim McAllister.

Mr McNamee said: “Don’t tell us that securing the current political arrangements in the North was what the republican struggle was about.

“Don’t tell us that a better partition is what people suffered and died for.

“Sean O’Callaghan gave the best years of his life for an independent 32-county republic. He wouldn’t be attending the garden party or any other Royal meeting this week.”

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The British corporate media ramble on about how progressive the visits of Elizabeth Windsor and her handshake with Martin McGuinness are, presented as the climax of peace and reconciliation portraying those who disagree as malcontents stuck in the past.British royalty and its history in Ireland is both a crime and an insult and a time to protest.

Ireland was Britain’s first colony and when the Irish resist  there is repression. Britain imposed its oppressive regimes and sectarian division by force and duplicity. It was never about their portrayal of resistance as religious or ethnic but colonialism, with Britain dominating  the Irish economy while keeping colonial Ireland in poverty.

The most extreme example being the Irish holocaust or what is generally known as the famine in 1845. The Potato crop failed causing the death of millions in an ethnic cleansing exercise by the British in the midst of prime quality food being exported to Britain, to support its war efforts clearing the land of more than 6 million peasants in abject poverty. They would not have starved if the food they’d grown had not  under armed guard been exported to Britain.

Queen Victoria visited Ireland just at the end of their holocaust in 1849, putting on a royal display of banquets and celebration, while there was mass starvation all about her. The forthcoming royal visit and secret handshake with a former IRA Chief of Staff, despite recent massacres by her British troops still garrisoned in Ireland. Royal visits rubber stamp a wealthy establishment of enablers in an attempt to cower people to British rule.

The nationalist revolution during British difficulties tied to its crumbling Empire and the First World War, created their  temporary solution to split Ireland in two states despite an overwhelming vote for all of the island's independence. With repression enforcing the arrangement, the British calculated fostering a return of their rule to all of the island.While McGuinness and his former republicans profess to convert a majority to Irish unity, the reality is, that the British with its superior media outlets like the BBC world service and constant barrage of royal propaganda, are converting the island to a return to the Commonwealth with the aid of McGuineess's collaborators.

The current hype around a secret handshake with the queen, hiding the reality of McGuinness on his knees, bowing to his nominal head of British forces, that murdered hundreds of civil rights marchers in cold blood on Bloody Sunday in Derry and defenceless civilians in places like Ballymurphy in 1972 is a distraction from a repressive reality. Yes a British Prime Minister muttered words meant t be an apology for Derry but the fact is, that a sincere apology involves restitution and ensuring the savagery is not repeated, i.e removing the British army permanently from the island, with both McGuinness and his queen making complete apologies for their personal part in their crimes against Irish humanity. The queen is the head of the British armed forces who still make war for the materialism of imperialism.


The Rise and Fall of the British Empire, enabling the American one to follow, portrayed with glorious accounts about piracy in India or the Victorian imperial mentality, through two world wars by British sponsored authors are often strangely silent on Britain's first and most difficult colony, Ireland. Its indefinite occupation or its other examples in places like Egypt, ignore the bitter legacy it left everywhere it went, leading up to the 1956 Suez Crisis, which really marked America inheriting British imperialism. Neither having any place in a world order, that claims an attempt moving towards greater and wider democracy.



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Analingus Arse Lickin Lizzy's Lord Muck of Londonderry's Secret Handshake

Some more poo sucking of Lizzie Dingdong with the ultimate art of arse licking and brown nosing by Lord Muck of Londonderry

Lord Muck noticed the queen starting to get up off the toilet hole, putting her whole weight on top of the slave she was using for a footrest, which resulted in a cry of pain. Like the practiced arselicker royal that he had become, he was terrified of the queen, not daring to say anything to her. She was obviously ready to have her arse licked clean, as she leaned over in front of him, having moved her dirty arse until he could reach her dirty arsehole with his tongue. Even Lord Muck was shocked at how bad her smell was and he was overwhelmed with a feeling, to pull his tongue away from such a degrading job but he was after all despite his title no more than a pathetic slave to the royal household.


He started to lick around her outer arsehole first, making sure he licked every arsebiscuit of foul tasting shite around it, as he would be in serious trouble if his gobshite failed to clean the queen properly.He licked as rapidly as he was able while swallowing copius amounts of arsebiscuits but unfortunately the queen wasn't happy with his workrate and moved her arse away, turning around and looking straight at him with anger and disgust, she screeched in an outraged tone, “Hurry up Muck you disgusting creature, if you are to be a proper 'Arse Licking-Lizzy' it means you will do anything for promotion. I don't have all day to wait for a pathetic peasant like you to clean me. If I have to tell a brown noser like you who has licked so much arse to get a title like Lord Muck of Londonderry, with all that shit on your nose, while you stink of shit, to hurry up again, I will have you hung up by your tiny nuts in the courtyard and seriously whipped.” She then called over one of her pretty maids and told her to start slapping Lord Muck's face as hard as she could, to remind to Lord Muck to perform his arse cleaning job faster.


The young maid with an evil smile, said with great joy, “with pleasure your majesty” as she started to slap the sides of his face with venom. Lord Muck couldn't do anything to protect himself from the unrelenting blows but just groan in pain as each slap caught him painfully on the sides of his face, making his eyes water as his cheeks burned while he was slapped over and over. He had been arselicking so long, he realized begging the queen for mercy would result in even more punishment and the queen was not for giving any mercy to either castles catholics or slaves with poo on their nose from Londonderry.So with a stinging face of pain he had no choice but to take his medicine of relentless blows until the queen said stop, as he was now only half conscious,
“Now you stupid shit sucking creature, if you don't put more effort into it, then I will have you whipped to an inch of your life” and with that she leaned over again, placing her half cleaned arsehole in front of his out streached tongue. He frantically started licking her again, as fast as he could. He licked so much to get the job done, that he started to have even more shit on his nose and they stank of shit too.The smell and taste of the queens dirty arsehole was still almost unbearable but the fear of upsetting his queen made him lick, even as his tongue was throbbing in pain. However a lifetimes habit of brown nosing in British Occupied Ireland, made him persevere with licking and swallowing every arsebiscuit of the queen's filthy dirty arse, until she was fully satisfied, so she then stood up and stepped off her foot rest slave, onto the floor as her maids let down her dress down.

The queen turned around looking down at her footrest slave, who was lifting himself back up on his hands and knees to crawl behind her but he didn't get up fast enough for the queen, so she ordered the pretty maid who had slapped Lord Muck the royal arselicker into semi-consciousness just moments ago, to kick the footrest slave as he lay on the ground, as hard as she could. The young maid had another evil smile as she proceeded to kick the side of the slave with such force, that it made him cry out in agony. Lord Muck was certain he heard the footrest slave's ribs crack, as the malicious maid's boots hit him with all the force she had. However his lifetime's habits and his own problems mean't he really did not care very much, as he'd learnt himself as a young butcher in Londonderry, it was every slave for himself in the castle of his brit queen.

In fact he learned very young that when London was added to his Irish city's name of Derry, that it had created a vicious city of arse lickery and that when he himself began arse licking a bowler hatted orangeman, who then began to arse lick another, it provoked further arse licking. The result was a tear in the fabric of Irish space and time and the circle became large enough to be known as the UK city of culture in 2013. It was Lord Muck's creation and he enjoyed it so much, that he once exclaimed. I say our fella, I love hanging around with these sectarian orangemen so much, they think I'm a god. I better hang around with them some more, so they worship me more than their queen. An Orangeman who overheard him said to his colleague: "Lord Muck is so pucker, hanging round with us proddy plebs in our Orange free state, we better keep worshipping him so he doesn't leave us. Oh the shame, we have created a city circle of arse lickery and now the universe and empire as we have always known it will cease to exist."



The queen who had been made aware of all of this by her MI5 secret agents, felt she had left this would be secret hand shaker under no illusions about her court's protocol,secret photographs, handshakes or not this queen was not for moving or changing centuries of royal protocol.

Muck you arrogant buffoon have now learned !

1. Lower your head,

2 Place your hands on the sides of your skirt and gently hold it out sideways. If your dress is too narrow, hold your hands out at your sides, palms upward.

3 Extend your right foot behind the left, only a few inches so your right knee is slightly bent.

4 Bend your knees outward, rather than forward, and bow your head and shoulders slightly forward.

5 Gracefully bring yourself back to your original position.

She smirked with satisfaction as she now walked to the door followed closely behind again by her maids, while crawling behind in their rightful place on hands and knees were her slaves. Lord Muck watched the poor footrest slave struggling to keep up but due to his now broken ribs. Unfortunately for him the queen turned around, looked down at the pitiful human being, desperately trying to keep up and looking directly at Lord Muck of Londonderry barked out, “PSSNI ! Take this useless creature down to my dungeon where it belongs”. The PSNI who were standing outside came in and dragged the helpless slave who was begging in vain for mercy, away to start a new life of being shat on, in cold solitary confinement in a rotten royal dungeon by ladies of the queen's castle on her majesty's pleasure. The queen's entourage left the toilet, leaving him there once again in his newly created reality with a face still stinging and the taste of queen's arsebiscuits in his gobshite, which now started to dribble out of the side of his mouth. Lord Muck had now evolved from a firm handshake to a society of arse-licking people so far up each others arses that he was permanently entangled in a pretzel formation all filed of course under her Official Secret's Act !