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.

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.