WRITERS OF INDYMEDIA IRELAND GO UNDERCOVER IN SEX ORGIES WITH BRITISH AGENTS

British agent, Mark Kennedy was not the only agent to penetrate the media in Ireland, in fact fresh evidence has come to light that several of his colleagues was involved in threesomes and orgies with male and female members of the Indymedia Ireland collective. According to a leading Irish activist the community has always known there were British undercover agents embedded in all of the Irish media, which has caused  a  considerable amount of division in Ireland.

As the media storm around British saturation of the Irish media continues over agent, PC Mark Kennedy in particular, who had the fake identity of Mark Stone in 2003, the ripples of British subterfuge and sordid sexual activities with Indymedia Ireland members, has left the Indymedia Ireland community, with a particularly bad taste in their mouths. Bur other activists maintain that, “We have always assumed from very early on, that it had been infiltrated by the Briths but that didn’t worry us, because we have nothing to hide. It has now been revealed that Mark Kennedy was far from being the only British agent to penetrate media outlets such as Indymedia ireland.”


The undercover agent Mark Kennedy did more than just observe and was an active participant in all sorts of proceedings, according to one source .“During the lead up to the celebrations in Dublin for the accession of ten new member states to the EU, protesters and agents from England were involved in a gang bang with several members of the Irish media, including Indymedia Ireland, Subsequently 3 protesters were arrested on the road outside a squat in Dublin. The House that had been occupied had been singled out by a group of activists who are regularly involved with Indymedia Ireland, who are living in Dublin. The squat was used, because it had been unoccupied and left empty over a period of years. “


Michael D Higgins one of the very few respected Irish Labour party elected politicians, demanded an explanation from Britain as to why its undercover policemen were operating in the Irish republic. He seems to be the only Irish politician who realizes the significance of Britain's criminal activity in the Irish media

"This kind of activity is totally unacceptable … There are many of us who are familiar with the destructive consequences, in terms of democracy, that have flowed from this kind of activity from the 1970s on in relation to Northern Ireland," said Higgins.


A witness of Kennedy's actions on the day of the riot said, "I saw him taking off his balaclava as he was coming out of the crowd. I was amazed that someone would stand close to police lines and take his mask off."

It was clear before the protest that police had intelligence on the Irish activists those who travelled across the Irish Sea from Britain, with several other agents for the protests and gangbangs. In fact a police unit from the Pearse Street station arrested several people after smashing their way into a flat on Leeson Street in Dublin occupied by English anarchists."Some people arrested from the UK were kept here for two months but he did not get nicked for that. He was one of the people who were encouraging a confrontation with the garda up at the Parkgate," said another activist.


A recording of one particular threesome sex session, involving British agents in Dublin has unearthed some bizarre outbursts. One agent is heard to crudely exclaim on tape, "No Indy fucker turned up for my free for all fist fight in the park on Thursday. Pussies, the fucking lot of them, all they can do is gang bang. Some of them cunts complained that they couldn't make it because they were working. They couldn't take the fucking afternoon off  the gobshites."

While on another recording an Indymedia writer is heard eulogisze the Orange Order, with,  "How about William of Orange and his entourage of 18,000 which virtually took over England. They said "Willie please please come and give us a good seeing to, we cant rule ourselves." to which he replied "listen you peasant bastards, you're working for us now and and thats that". So the clever Orangies built all the preety castles and the Anglos shovelled the shit for them. They'd take it off for a spot of anal though."

Later on in the tape one of the British agents is heard to coarsely shout, "and I hate wearing condoms I'm sad to say. It's like fucking a crisp packet."

In another tape, the orgy between the British agents and the Irish media including Indymedia Ireland, one Indymedia writer is heard to refer to it poetically as, "Ireland's Biggest Gang Bang ." Further conversations are littered with remarks like, "Ladyboys", " anal threesomes,"

Of course there is a very serious side to the long history and record of British agents saturating the Irish media. The Irish Times Chief Executive asked the British Government for help him stamp out "unauthorised" material appearing in the paper., just as Indymedia Ireland works diligently today, eradicating indigenous contributions from 'unapproved' Irish writers. A communique marked  "Secret and personal" from the British Ambassador refers to then Irish Times Editor, Douglas Gageby, a Protestant like Major McDowell, as a "renegade white nigger".


Later the Irish Times was brought into line by the British, after Gageby’s first retirement in 1974. Although he was brought back in 1977, engineered by Conor Cruise O’Brien during the Labour Fine Gael Coalition. It set the tone of the Times, along the general path of compliance, with a British agenda, like the Irish scum state in general.

The Anglo-Irish Majors and Captains were subsequently replaced by the local parochialism and conservatism of the Roman Catholic patty bourgeoisie, to douse any anti-British sentiment. The new fat cats set about preserving society, from politicization and revolution of the other British created sectarian scum Six County state. The British compliant Irish media with Section 31 censorship, which is still effective today, despite the so called peace process, Belfast Agreement, based on persuasion, ignores British occupation, state terrorism and brutality, that guarantees a return to violence, sooner or later.

The period after the Irish "white nigger", saw the Governments of Fianna Fail, Labour and Fine Gael, ignore its own police force, as it colluded with the British organization of the 1974 Dublin Monaghan, no warning bombs, that murdered 33 innocent Irish citizens. It also ignored the Garda (Irish police), heavy Gang torture and railroading of the IRSP Three, for a train robbery, of which they were clearly innocent.British secret services MI5 have  gutted the journalistic belly of the Irish media. Long-serving genuine journalists, were let go and coverage of the troubles in the North of Ireland was down graded or censored to this very day, breaking the second principle of the Belfast Agreement of the Peace Process. Traditional Irish republicans are censored and replaced by astro-turfers or distraction. Long-winded, pro-British jingoism provided by Kevin Myers is the propaganda  of the day in the British compliant Irish scum state.

The agent saturated scum state media now apologize for removing their betters. The pigs that now occupy the parlour, snort and deride the efforts that put them in power to begin with. They have succeeded in destroying and creating a slave sate to the fraudulent banksters of Europe and the City of London. Myers sings the praises of the mass slaughter of millions in the First World War, in an imperialist adventure and describes as a criminal conspiracy, the Irish freedom fighters struggle for independence from the British Empire. Any lie that undermines the basis of the War of Independence is published with the authority of Ireland’s “newspaper of record”.

Little wonder then that the Irish media are generally referred to as whores and that Indymedia Ireland is regarded as porn.

IRELAND RIDES THE INTERNATIONAL REVOLUTION

My first introduction to real politik (politics based primarily on practical and material factors rather than ideological, romantic, notions and premises, as is often the case in Ireland) was shortly after I arrived in in London at the start of the 70's. I was staying in the home of the Guildford Four, in Algernon Road in Kilburn, well aware of their innocence, as they received six life sentences for something they had absolutely no  connection with. That story is portrayed reasonably accurately in the film,"in the Name of the Father".


The party I joined was the WRP who maintained as Trotskyists of international socialism, that James Connolly's writings were wooly and that Irish nationalism was counter-revolutionary, in the scheme of the International struggle ot eh working class. Some of the left worked hard, primarily in the United Troops Out Movement to get the British out of Ireland. In fact some of them would put a lot of Irish activists to shame, with their total dedication, commitment and energy to the cause but the British left was and still is wracked by division and infiltration. I eventually disagreed with them strongly on Ireland and particular Connolly and left. One of Connolly's better known statements is, "the cause of Ireland is the cause of labour and the cause of labour is the cause of Ireland. Unfortunately both in Ireland and in Britain, Labour and Trade Union careerist leadership have betrayed both real Labour and the ordinary people of both Ireland and Britain.

However I learned a lot from the Trotskyite party particularly about Ireland's place in a general Internationale. One of the biggest enemies of the Trotskyite parties are the Stalinists. Stalin had Trotsky assassinated in Mexico with an ice pick in the head, as he perceived him, as the principal danger to Stalin's own mix of national socialism, which essentially is a close relative of Hitler's fascism. However what a lot of the left fail to realize, is that Ireland in both of its British devised scum states, is still primarily a British colony, with Ireland still engaged in centuries old struggle, to liberate itself from colonialism, with the people of no property and working class, divided on an ongoing daily basis by British Imperialist interference, with its policy of divide and conquer, now compounded by corporate Europe's form of fascism. The EU is not about the unification of the people of Europe, its about the unification of Corporate Europe.

The daily working class struggle of the people of no property has to contend on an ongoing basis with various sophisticated forms of fooling the people, using their own community leadership against them. Unfortunately many of the Stalinists have like the Catholic Church become part of the problem, with many of them used unwittingly by the establishment, as tools to defeat the ongoing evolution and revolution of the people. The infiltration of working class struggle and the deception of the people with distractions such as the modern form of astroturfing is just one example. The struggle for Irish independence and unification of the Irish people, is part of the international class war against, the monster of anti-human, capitalism and its imperialist tentacles all over the planet, with its ongoing daily wars on the people of no property throughout the world. Ireland continues to play its part in the realization of the ongoing heroic victory of the comrades of the Internationale. The media below helps put that in context.

beir bua - boru

James T. Farrell

Letter to Leon Trotsky on Ireland

(1938)

Copied with thanks from the Workers’ Republic Website.
Marked up by Einde O’Callaghan for ETOL.

11 December 1938 New York City

Leon Trotsky
Coyoacan
Mexico DF

My Dear Leon Trotsky:

We were both very pleased to receive your note. Hortense, jokingly, says that it must all be a Stalinist plot. While she is not disinterested in politics, she is, in no sense, a political person. However, she is no bitter foe. And in her own profession, the theatre, she must pay a price for her attitudes and the stand that she has taken. Stalinist influence is permeating the American theatre, and Hortense is automatically excluded from even being considered for roles in plays by certain managements because of this fact.

Concerning “the mysteries of my style” [1], you may be amused to know that one Communist Party functionary described it, once in The Daily Worker, as “Trotskyite.” And one of the most current criticisms of my writing in Stalinist sources is that “the rationale of Trotskyism” has given a basis for his “despair,” and through that means he is degenerating.

This summer I was in Ireland, and I saw Jim Larkin. All men have weaknesses, but all men are not the victims of their weaknesses. Jim Larkin is a victim of his own weaknesses, and his own temperament. Now, he is embittered and envenomed. He feels that the Irish working class has sold him out. He was not returned in the last elections for the Dáil, and he ran in a working class district. He defended the trials, but thought that Bukharin could not be interested. But Larkin’s formal attitudes do not have much meaning. He is untheoretical and unstable intellectually. He is always a direct actionist, and his direct actionism takes whatever turn that his impulses lead him toward, In the midst, for instance, of a severe fight, he might be walking down the street and see a sparrow trapped in some electric wires where it might die. He will become incensed, and will telephone important members of the government and demand that they have men sent down to release the sparrow immediately, and then this will loom more important than the fight in which he is engaged. He is very garrulous, human and humane, witty, vindictive, vituperative, and he is Irish. At times, he is almost like an embittered version of the stage Irishman. In Ireland, there has never been much theory, and in consequence, never been many men with a rounded view of the reasons why Ireland was struggling.


Before the war, the Irish labor movement was very militant and well toward the forefront of the European labor movement. It was defeated in the great Dublin transport strike of 1913, and out of this crushing defeat, the Irish Citizen Army was formed. Larkin left for America, and Larkin says that one of the last things that he said to Connolly was not to go into the National movement, not to join the Irish Volunteers, which was the armed force of the nationalist movement. Connolly did go into the Easter Rebellion, and there is the disputed question as to whether or not he made a mistake. Sean O’Casey, the Irish playwright, in a pamphlet he wrote on the Irish Citizen Army, declares baldly that James Connolly died not for Irish socialism but for Irish nationalism. Others maintain that Connolly could not have remained out of the rising. At all events, the Irish Citizen Army was decimated, and crushed by the Easter Rebellion. There were no leaders left to carry on the social side of Connolly’s doctrines. The entire movement was swept along in a frenzied rise of Irish patriotism and Irish nationalism.


 Sinn Féin was in complete control of the movement. The leaders of Sinn Féin had only the most vague notions of what they wanted – an Irish Ireland speaking Gaelic, developing its own Irish culture, free of the British crown, and some were not even fighting them for freedom from the crown. In 1921, when the treaty was negotiated in England, there was this same unclarity. Following the treaty, there was the split in the Irish ranks. The record of that split is most saddening to read. It was not a split on real issues. There were two or three documents with different wordings, and they all meant much the same thing. Instead of discussing social programs, they discussed Ireland, and they insulted one another. Out of this split the bitter civil war developed, and the comrades in arms of yesterday assassinated one another. The treatment which the Free State government meted out to its former comrades matches almost that which Stalin has meted out. The bravest fighters of the Irish Republican Army were taken out and placed up against a wall and butchered without any formality. And now, after all the trouble, the Irish people have changed masters, and a new Irish bourgeoisie is developing and coagulating, and the politicians of Sinn Féin are aligned with them and the Church, with reaction rampant, poverty to match even that of Mexico, progressive ideas almost completely shut out, a wall of silence keeping out the best Irish tradition – that of Fintan Lalor, Davitt, and Connolly, and poor Ireland is in a hell of a state. Larkin returned in the early twenties.


After defeat, the Irish labor movement needed someone to lead it who could remould a defeated class. Larkin was a great and courageous agitator, but not a leader of a defeated army, and he could not work with any one. Gradually, he lost influence, and now he is old and embittered. Of course, Catholicism plays a strong role in Ireland, and Larkin is a Catholic and talks of the virtues of the Christian home. And suddenly out of his garrulous talk, a flash of his old fire comes through. Perhaps you are riding through the Dublin slums with him, and suddenly, seeing the poor in their filth, standing in front of the filthy buildings in which they are forced to live like animals, and a strong denunciation comes, and there is something of the Jim Larkin who defied the British Army, and at whose words the poor of Dublin came out into the streets in thousands, and flung themselves against the might of Britain and that of the Irish bourgeoisie. Human beings are social products, and Larkin is a product of the Irish movement. The principal instrument of the Irish revolutionaries was always terrorism and direct action, and when Larkin was unable to function with these methods on the wave of a rising and militant movement, he was lost, and the labor bureaucrats outmaneuvered and outsmarted him. When he returned to Ireland from an American jail, he got his following together, and marched on the quarters of the union he had formerly led. He took the building, but later lost it in the law courts, and he is no longer the leader of the transport workers. He has union following, and among his strongest support is that of the butchers and hospital workers.

He showed me something in Ireland that few people in Dublin know about. In the Parnell days, a terrorist organization, composed almost exclusively of Dublin workingmen was formed and named the Invincibles. The Invincibles committed the famous Phoenix Park murders in front of the vice-regal lodge, and were denounced by the Church, by Parnell, and by almost the entire Irish nation. There are no monuments in Ireland to the Invincibles. They died in isolation, some of them defiant to the end in their utter isolation. At the spot across from the vice-regal lodge in Phoenix Park, where the murders were committed, there is a patch of earth alongside of the park walk. No matter how often grass is planted over this spot the grass is torn up by the roots, and this spot of earth is left, and always, there is a cross marked into the dirt in commemoration of the Invincibles. Every week, someone – principally, I believe, one of Larkin’s boys – goes there and marks that cross. This has been going on for a long time.

In Larkin, there is something of that characteristic of defiant defeat that runs through so much of Irish history, and with it, never any real investigation of causes. But even up to today, he remains the only figure of commanding proportions in the Irish labor movement. The rest is pretty nearly all bureaucracy, tied to the tail of nationalism, enfolded in the cassock robes of the priestcraft, seeing the problems of Irish labor as an Irish question. Ireland is having something of an industrial boom. Certain sections of the Irish working class, the most advanced trade unions – which have been in existence some time – these are better paid than corresponding trade unions in England. But the country is partitioned between an industrial north and an agricultural south. In the south, de Valera is engaged in a program of industrialization. The Irish market is small, and that means that monopolies must be parcelled out to various groups or persons. When these monopolies get going, there will be resultant crises, because they will be able to supply the Irish market with a few months work and production. Also, the new factories are being spread over the country – a program of decentralization – and in many instances, factories are being set up in agricultural areas where there is no trade union strength. It is necessary to further industrialization in Ireland to have, as a consequence, sweat shop conditions. There is a small labor aristocracy and even this lives badly. And below it, poverty that reduces thousands upon thousands to live like animals in the most dire, miserable, and inhuman poverty. I saw some of this poverty. One family of eleven living in one room. The family has lived in this same room for twenty-four years. The building is crumbling, walls falling, ceiling caving in, roof decaying. The oldest in the family is nineteen, the youngest is an undernourished infant of eight months. Six sleep in one bed, three in another, two on the floor. The infant was born last Christmas eve in the bed where six sleep. The role of the Church is important. The Church tells the Irish that they are going to live for ever and be happier in heaven, and this engenders patience. There is a mystic fascination with death in Ireland. In all the homes of the poor, the walls are lined with holy pictures, those of the Sacred Heart predominating. The poor live in utter patience. They have lived in this patience ever since the heyday of Jim Larkin. In those days, at his word, they thronged the streets and threatened the power of England, and of the Irish and Anglo-Irish bourgeoisie. But no more. However, with the industrialization program, there is likely to be some enlargement of the Irish working class, and the economic factors of proletarianization, plus the resulting effects of factory work and familiarity with machines is likely to cause some changes in the consciousness of Irishmen. Familiarity with machines is likely to rub off some of the superstition, and the economic conditions will pose their problems to the Irish workers.


There is possibly going to be a change in Ireland because of these factors, and some of the eternal sleep and mud-crusted ignorance is likely to go. But being an agricultural country, a poor country, a country ridden by superstition, it now sleeps, and there is a lot of talk about Ireland, and little is done about Ireland, and a characteristic attitude is sure and what is the bother. Ireland is no longer merely a victim of England, but of world economy now. Irish nationalism correspondingly has altered from being a progressive movement to a reactionary movement. Fascism could easily triumph in Ireland were fascism vitally necessary to the new rulers of Holy Ireland.

The Irish Republican Army is split into factions, some demanding emphasis on a social program, others on a national program. Stalinists are in the former group, but Stalinism is very weak in Ireland, practically inconsequential. It amounts to a few pensionaries. Ireland does not need Stalinism. It has Rome. Rome handles these problems with the necessary efficiency. Rome confuses the struggles, poses the false questions, sidetracks protests as Stalinism now does in advanced countries.

As a kind of compensation, Ireland a defeated nation has developed a fine modern literature, just as Germany, defeated and still un-unified at an earlier period, developed German philosophy. But the moral terrorism in the name of the Church and the Nation, and the parochial character of the life and of intellect in Ireland might choke the literature now. So backward is Ireland that even the American motion pictures have a progressive influence in the sense that they make the youth restless, that they produce freer and less strained relationships between the sexes, and that they give a sense of a social life of more advanced countries that is not permitted because of the state of economy in Ireland. Ireland impresses me as being somewhat parallel to Mexico, except that in Mexico there are progressive strains in the country, and in Ireland these are weak and morally terrorized. In part, this is undoubtedly because of Ireland’s lack of mineral resources and wealth, the backwardness and sleep of its labor movement, and the role of the Church. In Ireland, the Church was not the feudal landholder. Behind the scenes, the Church always fought against the Irish people, and spoke for law and order. But at one time, the Church itself was oppressed. The Church and the people became entangled in the consciousness of the Irish, and the religion question befogged the social and economic one. In Mexico, Spain, France, and Russia, the Church was more openly a part of a feudal or pseudo-feudal system. The peasants became anti-clerical because they wanted land. This did not happen in Ireland. In consequence, anti-clericalism did not take the same form. Anti-clericalism amounts to jokes at the priesthood, dislike of the archbishops, and so forth. In earlier days, it was stronger, particularly among the Fenians. But it never took the real form it took in France, Spain, etc. And so the Church has great power in Ireland today. In the most real, vivid, and immediate sense it gives opium to the people.

Poor Ireland! She is one of the costs demanded by history in the growth of what we familiarly call our civilization. There is an old poem with the lines – They went forth to battle And they always fell. And today, after having fallen so many times, Ireland is a poor island on the outpost of European civilization, with all its heroic struggles leaving it, after partial victory, poverty-stricken, backward, wallowing in superstition and ignorance.

My favorite Irish anecdote is the following. The last castle in Ireland to fall to Cromwell’s army was Castleross on the lakes of Killarney. At that time, the castle was held by the O’Donoghue. For several months, the British could not take the castle. The Irish infantry was more lightly clad than the British, and would always lead the better armored and more heavily clad British down into the bogs where their armed superiority became a handicap, and then the Irish would cut them to pieces. There was an old Gaelic prophecy that Castleross would never fall to a foreign foe until it was attacked by water. There was a proviso in this prophecy. For the lakes of Killarney empty into Dingle Bay, where the water is so shallow that foreign men of war from the sea cannot enter it. The British general heard of this prophecy. He went to Dingle Bay and built flat-bottomed boats and floated them up the lakes of Killarney. He fired one cannon shot at Castleross. And the O’Donoghue, thinking that the prophecy had been fulfilled, surrendered without firing a shot in return.

I took the liberty of writing in such detail about Ireland because I thought you might be interested in modern Ireland. They call it the “new Ireland” these days.

Hortense joins me in sending our warmest greetings to you and Natalia.

Yours, Farrell

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FINE GAEL FUERHER'S EUROPEAN ID CARD - Who's Your Daddy ?

You may download his manifesto "Twilight Over England" here:
http://www.archive.org/details/TwilightOverEngland


Lord Haw Haw Raised in Galway beside Mayo, see link;
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Joyce

The following is Paddy Murphy's premonition of an average afternoon when Fine Gael's Fuerher gets elected and the last commoners of the Irish scums state, not carrying a shiny new Euro ID card and a few dozen Protestant dissidents leading dogs on a bit of twine and hanging around Free Derry whining about freedom and sovereignty.

[Scene 1 ..The Post Office. When: In the not-too-distant future under Fine Gael Fuerher...]

Paddy: Heil, I'd like to renew my car tax.
Post Office: Certainly Herr Citizen. Would you care to speed things up by using your shiny Euro identity card?

Paddy: Ahem yes, that would seem to be a feckin fine idea.
PO: Let me just rub it on my jumper and swipe it... Herr. Murphy... Is
this the tax on the clapped-out Astra?
Joe: Yes.
PO: Bit of trouble with the MOT this time I see. Jaysus that wasn't
cheap! Still, at least the speeding points come off your licence in December , that's something to look forward to. Bloody hell, that Judge really hammered you didn't he? Probably took exception to that membership of Amnesty Internationals back in your student days. Six months or twelve?
Paddy: I was only in it for four months...
PO: Not according to this. Actually, I meant the car tax.
Paddy: Oh right. Twelve.
PO: How would you like to pay?
Paddy: IMF, all the other banks are bankrupt !
PO: No, you're up to your limit on that, what about the Euro One
Card?
Paddy: I don't have one.
PO: Says here you do... oh hang on... no the bloke using that is in
Cork at the moment buying DVD players. He's run up quite a bill for
you there a chara. Try the IMF card.
Paddy: Here you go.
PO: No, something wrong here, won't let me complete the transaction.
Let's have a look... ah... yes... your RTE licence has expired. Are you
going to pay that too?
Paddy: Well, I thought I would leave it till next month.
PO: On your head be it. Do you want some Euros while we're at it? Two
weeks in Marbella, ha, you lucky devil. I see you're flying KLM. Good
choice.
Paddy: Er, yes I'll do that now. Give me 500 in mixed notes.
PO: It'll have to be 200 I'm afraid. The car tax has taken a bite out
of your funds and your monthly ID card purchase fee direct debit is due
out of the account tomorrow. Right, there you go. Have a nice day sir.


Tesco checkout
Paddy: Heil !, can you sell me a one-month travel insurance policy?
Tesco: Yes Herr, let me have your ID card... Thanks. Do you have any
current health problems?
Paddy: No, nothing.
Tesco: You sure, Herr Murphy?
Paddy: Yes, why?
Tesco: Well it says here you were at the doctor's last week.
Paddy: Oh, that was nothing serious.
Tesco: Let me just... Oh yes, touch of the old Farmer Giles... No that
wont be a problem. Probably sitting on cheap charter flight seats
that's to blame. I see you're going KLM this time around,
though. Very wise. Oops, pressed the wrong button. [Picture of Paddy Murphy's
hideously empiled anus appears on every plasma screen in the shop,
accompanied by name, address, telephone number and email address].
Old lady in queue: Oooh they look sore, Paddy. Have you tried Anusol?
Tesco: I see your car had a bit of a struggle with the MOT. Garage not
keen on republicans?
Paddy: Can we just do the travel insurance, and these frozen peas?
Tesco: Peas? Shall I just check that don't have a genetic
predisposition to pea allergy? It'll only take a minute to scan your genome... I
understand. You're in a bit of a hurry. Very good sir. Next please.

At the Bank
Paddy: Heil !, I’d like to open a deposit account please.
Bank Clerk: Can I see your ID?
Paddy: Do I have to?
BC: Yes. It will speed things up and prevent identity theft while
ensuring that only those entitled to state benefits receive them. And it
will prevent all forms of terrorism, everywhere, for ever.
Paddy: Yes of course. Here you go...
BC: Right… Herr Murphy… How may I help? Would you like a cushion?
Paddy: Sorry?
BC: Oh, I just thought... the frozen peas helped then?
Paddy: Can we just do the bank account?
BC: Of course sir. Right, you already have a current account with us
but your holiday funds pretty well put paid to that until payday. Hmmm...
Oh dear this IMF Account is all over the place and your
EUcard is at the limit. I see you've opted to pay the BBC television licence
a month late and your car is on its last legs. You don't look like a
very good risk to me, sir.
Paddy: Hang on. The IMF card has nothing to do with me. That's some
bloke buying DVD players in Cork.
BC: You seem to know an awful lot about him, Herr Murphy.
Paddy: But it's not me, the chap in the Post Office told me...
BC: Lets look at the biometrics... Yes you're right, it's not you...
Paddy: Thank goodness for the ID card eh?
BC: Indeed sir, and just as soon as you get the Capital One Card paid
off we will be glad to welcome you as a customer.
Paddy: But it wasn't me!
BC: No, but you seem to have known all about it since 09.43 this
morning and haven't bothered to notify your card issuer.
Paddy: Every bugger else seems to know about it; why didn't IMF cards do
something?
BC: Steady on Herr Murphy, there is the civil liberties angle. We can't just go
round invading an individual's privacy willy-nilly you know. Oh feck, I
see you've taken out travel insurance. It doesn't appear to cover you
for misuse of your IMF card. Would you like a quote for that?

Home, sweet home
[Doorbell rings]

Travelling salesman: Herr Murphy? I am Terry McGuinness the local
distributor for Anusol and...
TV licence enforcement: [Arriving behind the salesman] Herr Murphy, I'm
Sean Kenny of the TV licencing authority. Here's my ID card.
Euro Instant credit salesman: [Arriving behind TV licence enforcement] Our
records show that you're a bit strapped for cash at the moment. If you'd
just sign here I can offer you 5,000 euro right now at just 1,375,893
monthly repayments of euro 21.40.

MI-5 and the Anti Terrorist Squad: [Arriving behind instant credit salesman] Can we
have a word Herr Murphy? We gather that you lied this morning to a Post
Office operative about the period of time you spent in 1992 as a member
of Amnesty International the protectors of the soft underbelly and you have being posting scurrilous posts
about Astroturfing, bogtrotters and MI-5 censorship on Indymedia Ireland. I have to caution you that under section 12 of the...
Travelling Salesman: [Snatching card] Hold on, I was here first. You'll
all get a chance to swipe... Oh yes, Herr Murphy, those are clearing up
nicely. Now, do you want me to give you something for that pea allergy?

IRELAND STILL A DARK SEXUALLY PERVERTED BACKWARD BRITISH ISLAND

Unpixelated filth on Indymedia Ireland provokes proscription.The Irish Government has announced plans to ban Indymedia after the blog Sex Ireland displayed graphic scenes of its members engaged in a highly inappropriate group activity in Dublin. British members of Indymedia Ireland were pictured shamelessly protesting at Selfridges.

As soon as the Blog was published, the blog Sex Ireland was inundated with thousands of complaints. One caller’s views were typical: “I had just sat down in front of the computer with all of my family and suddenly the screen was filled with this massive prrick. I think he was from Indymedia ireland. There was no warning and he wasn’t even pixelated. My grandmother could have been watching, but thankfully she died several years ago.”

One of Indymedia Ireland's censors defended the event thus: “We live in a free society. If these people don’t want to watch one of our
demonstrations why don’t they just do the logical thing and switch to another blog. Haven’t they got anything better to do with their time than sit around complaining? Jaysus foc*king Chrrist!”

However, as the number of complaints about Sex Ireland climbed to over a million, a spokesperson for the Irish Censorship Board announced that it would be taking action after seeing a copy of Indymedia’s writer's list;“This document is utterly obscene. I’ve never seen anything like it, just pages and pages of can*ts and as for the committee, it’s just a collection of mother-foc*kers. I can’t see any justification for there being that number of can*ts in one place so we have no option but to recommend that the organisation be closed down.”

Last night, as the blog Sex Ireland logged its ten billionth complaint (from a tribesman in the Amazonian jungle) Mediawatch remained defiant. An upbeat Indymedia Ireland censor told Sex Ireland “We shall fight on. You cannot silence us. If I get my way we’re going to be on rte quite a lot in the next few weeks and in October we plan to open on Broadway. See you there!”

FASCIST DUCK RAPE AN INDY CENSOR'S SEX FOIE GRAS

Indymedia Ireland have in fact already banned and censored the Pink Panther, Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck !


Mighty Mouse, Batman and Popeye “not recommended”and Bugs Bunny comic books “doubtful”! 

On February 2nd at 4 a.m., Indymedia Ireland will run out of cyberspace and IP addresses to ban or censor in Ireland. At least that’s what an Internet service provider is forecasting, based on a rate of about one million addresses every four hours.Technically Indymedia Ireland's time is up, despite its efforts to leave the minimum number of Irish footprints on Cyberspace. According to one of the numerous native Irish users who have had ISP's banned by Indymedia ireland, they won't be missed,  " They  joined the Wankers Club years ago anyway" she said. We tried to interview them on the matter at their offices, just recently located after years of being a top Irish secret mystery. Such a secret in fact that many suspected for years that it was located beside the Thames. Unfortunately we could only interview them through their letter box using a loud speaker.

We interviewed one of their censors called Iris through the letter box, who apparently is and Indymedia Ireland censor and a cybespace conservationist, who when asked about astroturfing in Ireland, appeared to be prone to bouts of over-excitement. We can, however, only speculate as to what exactly it is about astroturfing, provoked her to suggest that most of the censored Indymedia Ireland articles on astroturfing campaigns on all of Ireland's bogs, would be much improved by supplements with titles such as "Water Sports: Golden sand, Golden sun, Golden shower".

Please readers, don't misunderstand Ireland, no people alive, enjoy water more then the Irish. Indeed so much so, that some usually shower seven or eight times on a non-soft day, more at weekends. And while I can fully appreciate the thrill that mounting a jet-ski like Iris does at Indymedia Ireland might give, as the beast between her  legs provokes a shattering, water-borne climax, I cannot fathom as to how it is connected with astroturfing issues raised, during the interview through Indymedia Ireland's office letterbox..

As we expressed my doubts to Iris through the lettebox, she became increasingly agitated. We had, she insisted, completely missed the point. The debate with Indymedia Ireland became increasingly acrimonious until, incredibly, a furious Iris pulled down her shorts and proceeded to urinate into an expensive Jasper Conran vase in their office, while another of Indy's censor apprentices lay on the floor licking his lips for abit of action.

I hardly need to add that Iris has been sent home pending psychiatric evaluation through a rear entrance. While we are prepared to admit a certain sympathy with some Indymedia people's love of the outdoor life, we must insist upon the following, Water sports are deadly in an Irish bog even for bogtrotters like Indymedia Ireland but then she was simply explaining Indymedia Ireland's activities and the possibilities of a golden shower while astro-skiing in a real Irish bog.

Meanwhile Hurricane Electric have launched Twitter and Facebook accounts that count down to what has been termed the “Indymedia Ireland IPcalypse.” Every device that is connected to the Internet gets a unique code called an IP address. The current system, IPv4, only supports about 4 billion individual IPv4 addresses. This obviously will mean a lot of work for Indymedia Ireland blocking and banning all of the numerous IP addresses censored in Ireland.

PC World’s Chris Head explained yesterday, some of these addresses are reusable. The problem, however, is that their one-time use counterparts, will eventually lead to the complete depletion of IP addresses and in Indymedia Ireland's case, cyberspace burnout and depletion. It is believed the editors at Indymedia are extremely disappointed, as they had hoped to surpass the record in Irish censorship, already set  by the Irish  Censorship of Publications Board, where Mighty Mouse, Batman and Popeye were “not recommended”and Bugs Bunny comic books were “doubtful”. Such was and still are the views of key members of censorship in Ireland, who continue to censor and ban ISP's of cartoon and freedom creators in Ireland. Indymedia Ireland have in fact already banned and censored the Pink Panther, Mickey Mouse and Donal Duck which were part of a treatise on cartoon production in Ireland.

Creative indigenous Irish artists censored by Indymedia Ireland, foresaw this problem long before Indymedia Ireland did and invented IPv6, a system that that uses both letters and digits to handle 340,282,366,920,938,463,463,374,607,431,768,211,456 addresses, so Indymedia Ireland will have a lot of censorship work on their hands for the near future bearing in mind the mirrors and proxy's used by groups such as Wikileaks.

Hurricane Electric’s doomsday encourages native Irish Internet service providers to transition to that system. Fortunately  IPv4 and IPv6 can co-exist during the transition despite being mostly incompatible. Developers are working on the transition and most operating systems install IPv6 by default. Many Irish writers still have some canned food and bottled water stacked up in case of a feared total blackout censorship of all writers in Ireland, so we should be OK either way, even if Indymedia Ireland ban all native Irish writers who are not part of their fascist collective, styled on the national socialist values of Paul Joseph Goebbels .

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Search words: DUCK Topless Beauties Ask Selfridges to ‘Have a Heart’ and Drop Foie Gras  international | animal rights | news report  Thursday February 12, 2009 21:25 by John Carmody irishveganboy at hotmail dot com 0879601177  Love it or Hate it - Nudity Gets Attention, for Animals! Braving the cold this afternoon, five sexy PETA activists stripped off nearly naked and urged foie gras-peddling Selfridges to ‘Have a Heart’ for DUCKs and geese this Valentine’s Day. The topless girls (including model Monica Harris) and one dishy guy handed out delicious vegan chocolates and roses to passers-by who just couldn’t help but stare – and take photos on their mobile phones, of course! Selfridges continues to sell foie gras, despite the fact that competitor House of Fraser and no supermarket in the UK will stock the “fatty liver”. In the production of this diseased product, a mixture of up to 4 pounds of grain, maize and fat is pumped into the stomachs of DUCKs and geese through a pipe several times a day. That’s like cramming 45 pounds of pasta down our own throats each day. Ouch. Needless to say, this makes the birds extremely ill and many are unable to move. In fact, death rates during force-feeding are as much as 1,000 to 2,000 per cent greater than normal!

SCANDAL OF BRITISH UNDERCOVER AGENTS AND ORGIES IN INDY IRELAND

As the noisy Indy crowd in Ireland fell silent, his final sentence boomed across the room "I'm not an oil painting but I've got a big cock and I know how to use it." Initially causing consternation with the Irish astrosurfing crowd, the Brit undercover cop's words, soon became part of astrosurfing folklore and his popularity soared with the Indy crowd in Ireland.

Astroturfing bhoys went through a similar change of attitude as did the ghirls, because many of the Indy Irish bhoys like jam on both sides.. At first, they feared the mighty Brit brontosaurus at their love ins and astroturfing projects, such as keeping Dublin's swimming pools open but soon, as their micey ear evolved inexorably into the eco-clown's pockets, their over stretched minges, tingled with uncontrollable craving for undercover monster-cock.


Quite and evolution since the time, Christine and Mandy were on her Majesty's service in the Profumo affair, when the undercover cop promised, "They will sit on your face." They settled on 100 quid each, which at the time was steep but the minister was happy. "Thank you Mr. Dick. You very good man" he said at the time , "Why don't you come stay in my place in Galway?"

Another undercover cop called Allister, picked up an Irish street whore called Vivien, who worked part-time as a moderator, because he needed directions to his Irish crib (Try telling that to the Gardai, Allister). He grew quite fond of her and actually taught her some  good manners and a few undercover tricks, which she duly passed on to her Indy friends.

Times have changed though, as angry Irish women now slam the whoremongers of British secret service MI-5, who left them in the lurch, as they are now forced to attend to the plight of weary travellers at Galway airport, who want to get blown-off, as they wait for connecting flights to England. They are so angry in fact that sensible Irishmen don't want these Indy men and women anywhere near their private parts, because, instead of offering you a friendly gobble, given half an angry chance, they would bite off an orange-sized chunk of flesh. Despite the Astroturfing scandal with the the Brit undercover cops, you'll still hear spooky conversations with Brit accents in Irish bogs, along the lines of;

{"I say, Alister, old chap, we really must get together for a dump one of these nights."

"Splendid idea, old boy; how about Wednesday, say, seven-ish?"

"Excellent. Shall I give Fred a call - see if he can join us?"}

One night at an Indy orgy, a rather unusual moderator caught the English spook's eye. While the other dancers had either a neat little wisp or a cute shaven haven, this young lady was sporting a big hairy minge that would have done a clout lady proud. In his home town in the North of England, a woman's genital region is often referred to as her clout. On lazy Sunday morning lie-ins, as they don't go to Mass, he would coo affectionately in her ear "Pull your fingers out of your clout, Love, and make us a nice cup of tea."   So he couldn't resist having a giggle at the hairy Indy's expense and sure enough, ten minutes minutes later she plonked herself down on his lap.

Before he could shoo the Indy strumpet away, the hairy little minge managed to win him over with an engaging combination of wit, cheekiness and a proposition that was a million miles away from the normal. "What is your name ?, I'm Lily from Ballymena and I like big ones very much, you can come in my mouth if you want or even piss on me. Sometimes I have a shit on a table of glass and you can look up. I dont think many English ladies would do same as me. I  do everything, even your dog or goat if you want."

Later spooky smiled as the yo-yo knickered Ballymena nymph, was reassuring him, that he was the only man in her life, while the sex session continued uninterrupted. After listening to her "love Englishman too much" shite for half an hour, his patience finally ran out, so he slipped it up the wrong'un, she flashed him a dirty look like, "out, out," Maggie but  her sweet-talking Ballymena blarney didn't even waver .

We cannot independently confirm all of the above details precisely but we do know that for more than seven years in the Irish Indy community, just one British agent alone, left a trail of Indy Irish people feeling confused and betrayed.

One woman came forward accusing the Brit agent, while undercover having sexual relationships with women and men in Indy circles, raising important questions about police handlers operating undercover in Ireland. Giving details about him screwing her many times. Lily says she feels "violated" by the the police officer. Now questions arise about British police using a string of undercover agents who use sex orgies as a "tactic" to astro-turf and gain infiltrate Indy Ireland.


Lily said, "This movement is a small clique, so it is not difficult to run into the same people in various different situations.I knew he was seeing other people at the same time and there was never any type of romance involved." His spying operation, spanned 21 other countries besides Ireland.

British secret service agencies that he was seconded to have refused to discuss the matter.

"Did the Met know that this was going on, or even encouraged it?" Lily asked. "If he was keeping it a secret from the police then that is different. But I think he had so many friends and relationships with people in the movement that I'm questioning whether this was a tactic or part of his task to become more trusted or respected within the scene."

Lily said there had always been something that "did not add up" about him.  "He always had money. He obviously had an income that he never really explained. He told me once that him and his brother made beds out of scaffolding to sell and that is how he made so much money. At the time it seemed like a bit of a strange thing to me."

'It's all reminiscent of the story about Irishman Boy George, who liked a hamster in the arse or was that Freddie Starr? Maybe I'm getting confused now... while apparently most people never fully grasp the attraction of pushing a live hamster up their arse, Indy Ireland's bhoys and ghirls are different. Some of them prefer slippery haddock or a snapper. Although they have dorsal rearward pointing spines which make retrieval a delicate affair. But then  "pet shop boys" liked to insert small rodents into their rectum only after they have covered the furry colon cosmonauts, with a protective and lubricated surgical rubber tubing devices. But still, it doesn't sound like something any right-thinking person would try, no matter how rainy the Sunday Irish afternoon are.

And I can't imagine our furry friends enjoying it much, either. Poor little guy. Apparently though the Irish Indy guys had oodles of fun inserting large British rodents into their arseholes, so often in fact that to make their spooky stay up there as pleasant as possible, they installed a little exercise wheel and some wood shavings for their Brit lovers. It all takes Pog Mo Shon to a whole new Indy level.

ASTROTURFING ATTACK ON PEACE PROCESS IN IRELAND

BRITISH ATTACK PEACE PROCESS IN IRELAND & BREAK BELFAST AGREEMENT

Britain AGAIN stands accused of willfully breaking the Belfast Agreement for peace in Ireland, on several key issues already !!.

Persuade is what peace loving people are trying, under the constant threat of murderous elimination by British personally physically, online, press or convoluted political internment by diplock, non jury courts or by entrapment. Ireland's prisons since the agreement are again filling up with perfectly innocent people, who simply do not agree with British occupation in Ireland and have covertly been politically interned in their own country, for being Irish and standing up for themselves.

One of the major principles of the Belfast Peace Agreement, is the following article.

Commitment by all parties to use "exclusively peaceful and democratic means";

Many traditional Irish republicans as a result, are using exclusively peaceful means of journalism, blogging, etc., to persuasively create a United Ireland but the British with their secret services, MI-5 principally are attacking them in the following manner.

a)   British agents in both parts of Ireland are engaged in getting Irish peace activist banned from Facebook by constantly complaining of republican spam and getting Facebook accounts banned or severely restricted.

b)   By ASTROTURFING as explained in the following link below.

c)   By hacking Irish peace activists accounts on Facebook, Twitter and constantly complaining of spam..

d)   By setting Traditional Irish Republicans up for assassination by their own agents but principally sub-contracting the work to their sponsored groups.

e)   By harassing and setting-up Irish peace activists by entrapment for lengthy prison sentence or political internment by Diplock non-jury courts.

These are just a sample of MI-5 attacks on Traditional Irish republicans.


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A dissident, broadly defined, is a person who actively challenges an established doctrine, policy, or institution. When dissidents unite for a common cause they often effect a dissident movement. The noun was first used in the political sense in 1940, with the rise of such totalitarian systems as the Soviet Union.

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I have learned myself from experience, that the old saying "the truth is stranger than fiction" to be very true but I still find it difficult after years, to fathom the appointment of the English copper and born again virgin Baggot by MI-5, as the head of the British paramilitary police in British occupied Ireland. With their new 100 million pound subterranean Palace at Hollywood outside Belfast, where they spent more than £30,000 for each of their gold plated showers alone, all replicas of the chief constable's office, which is also gold-plated, at a cost to the loyalist taxpayer, that is surely unacceptable. Now why you may ask is there a necessity for so many  £30,000 showers at the Palace in Hollywood, well bear with me. You see Baggot is defined in the Urban dictionary as, "a person who sucks dick for the enjoyment of the taste of cum.", check it for yourself. Surely in the instance of MI-5's appointment of Baggot, they were taking the mickey out of Irish Robinson and her political friends in Stormont. Now I'm sure I don't need to explain the details of how MI-5 acquired the political pull at Westminster and Stormont to finance all of this.

I have to say Baggot's recent disappearance from the limelight, coupled with whisperings of bad health, reminded me of the story about 80s disco queen, Marc Almond. Legend has it that he collapsed on stage with a suspected drug overdose and was rushed to hospital to have his stomach pumped. Instead of pills, the doctors discovered a pint of semen. Almond vehemently denies the story, claiming that it's an urban myth. He may well be right but, when you look at him, it's easy to understand why most of us found it plausible. Its also easy to understand Baggot's illness bearing in mind his intimate relationships with the secret services and nobility.

Which takes us to one of Baggot's political partners, Lord Londonderry and his recent visit to the Tory party conference. Everyone except the Tories it seems, remembers the  bomb planted by Londonderry's comrades that failed to kill Thatcher at a previous Tory party conference. Five Tories were killed including MP Sir Anthony Berry, Parliamentary Treasury Secretary John Wakeham's wife Roberta., Sir Donald Maclean and his wife, Muriel, were in the room, where the bomb exploded. Lady Maclean was seriously injured and later died while Sir Donald was seriously injured,  Eric Taylor and Jeanne Shattock were also killed.Margaret Tebbit wife of Norman Tebbit, who was President of the Board of Trade was left permanently disabled.

All of this didn't stop Lord Londonderry addressing the Tory Party conference in an intimate session, makes you wonder about the true meaning of  turning the other cheek, doesn't it ? I mean all the erotic appeal for Londonderry, of watching Maggie Thatcher take a dump must surely have cooled at this vegetative juncture. But surely Tory tolerance must have reached biblical proportions of sainthood, as the good Lord was hobnobbing and rubbing their remaining sartorial elegant shoulders, unless of course the rumours that the good Lord likes jam on both sides has yogurt to it.

Well as the scum state's Don Charlie Haughey used to say, enough of this gobble-de-gook but as the gobble, gobble, gobble, continues, we can start to see the very good reasons for the gold plated showers room for Baggot, his political partners and his masters at the new Palace in Hollywood. It would take one hell of a shower to wash this lot clean. We can with this insight now understand the private jet flights for Londonderry and his partner to Tory party conferences, I mean there is not a lot of elbow room in these economy seats for the british commoners is there. ? I'll finish by simply stating the fact, that the persistent rumour won't go away, saying Londonderry apparently engaged in regular golden showers with various members of the Baggot family for decades. ..READ MORE @ LINK ..Rebels YELL