But like Jessie Pinkman, it’s a one off so don’t go all moist that I’m back to regularly bring light into your dreary, miserable and uneventful lives for not even a bolt of napalm could enlighten those up.
No, your prosaic existence will continue tediously until your eventful demise. A fate that will befall you hopefully sooner rather than later. Now, now don’t be too annoyed - for look at Scappaticci’s demise. This being a prime example of when someone’s parting can bring a smile to even a stranger’s face. Like you lot, a something he failed to do in life and like Scappaticci you’ll not be around either to see the joy your demise brings . . . sad but true. Every cloud has a silver lining though!
On Saturday past, 24 hours after the day marking how an Irish Republican starved himself to death 42 years ago for political beliefs that ran contrary to the Windsors' and now it would seem Sinn Féin’s, Michelle O’Neill accompanied by an entourage of potential British agents made their way across the Irish sea, not in a curragh mind you, to Westminster Abbey. With the intention to obsequiously bend the knee in submission to the newly crowned British king, Charles III and to dine and gorge themselves at his banquet table. Without any consideration of the cost of living, food banks, Khadar Adhnan or even Bobby Sands. Just as they filled their goblets with Joe Biden and teased their taste buds at the anniversary dinner of the Good Friday Agreement. An occasion where Adams was photographed having a good auld catch up with Peter ‘Punt’ Robinson of the DUP, probably discussing protocol for the upcoming coronation and in particular what cutlery piece goes with what course. Something Michelle, hailing from the land of the O’Rahilly, and being raised on such culinary delights as spuds & mince, may be a tad ignorant off. The apple seldom falling far from the tree.
Invited by the Windsors, Michelle chose to describe her and her entourage attendances in taking the knee to be in accordance with their party’s reconciliation policy rather than an act of snivelling, spineless, toadying, sycophantic subservience or simply the final nail in the coffin of Irish republicanism.
On Saturday past, 24 hours after the day marking how an Irish Republican starved himself to death 42 years ago for political beliefs that ran contrary to the Windsors' and now it would seem Sinn Féin’s, Michelle O’Neill accompanied by an entourage of potential British agents made their way across the Irish sea, not in a curragh mind you, to Westminster Abbey. With the intention to obsequiously bend the knee in submission to the newly crowned British king, Charles III and to dine and gorge themselves at his banquet table. Without any consideration of the cost of living, food banks, Khadar Adhnan or even Bobby Sands. Just as they filled their goblets with Joe Biden and teased their taste buds at the anniversary dinner of the Good Friday Agreement. An occasion where Adams was photographed having a good auld catch up with Peter ‘Punt’ Robinson of the DUP, probably discussing protocol for the upcoming coronation and in particular what cutlery piece goes with what course. Something Michelle, hailing from the land of the O’Rahilly, and being raised on such culinary delights as spuds & mince, may be a tad ignorant off. The apple seldom falling far from the tree.
Invited by the Windsors, Michelle chose to describe her and her entourage attendances in taking the knee to be in accordance with their party’s reconciliation policy rather than an act of snivelling, spineless, toadying, sycophantic subservience or simply the final nail in the coffin of Irish republicanism.
Adams was not in attendance. Deftly avoiding being seen with the hammer in hand. Acts like that are best left to Michelle – Scappattici’s demise and his reported Robyn the Jackal type files were causing quite a stir on the Falls Road and it was best he remained at home to deal with the potential deluge of known agents. Enough of a stir for one of their old click, a known agent for quite some time, to up-sticks and flee but not on the same curragh as Michelle . . . apparently having been advised by Adams’ crew to do so but with the refreshing news that when it all quietens down he can return. Defending British agents seems to be another party policy that Michelle and the girls practice. Well they did vigorously defend Scappaticci.
Having spent Sunday morning taking down all my celebrating paraphernalia of the Windsors' coronation and trying to recuperate from over-indulging in celebratory refreshments, replacing it all with my paraphernalia celebrating the Bhoys winning the Scottish Premiership as they downed Hearts by a brace of grouse . . . South East Asian migrating grouse to be more specific and listening to a recording of the Bhoys singing their hearts out (no pun intended) expressing eloquently their view on the Windsors and their big day as Charles’ derriere stained the Stone of Scone, my front door was unexpectedly knocked by a candidate running in the upcoming local council elections. A person whom I know and who is a long-term member of SDLP and a person who I have great respect for as he actually works quite hard for the local community.
A brief hello and me reminding him that they, the Bhoys, were on and what the hell was he doing canvassing on a Sunday and this Sunday of all Sundays, to which his response of time waits for no man or something as pithy as that didn’t salve my predicament at all. After another short conversation and me clearly showing anxiety to return to the game (my wonderful Gunners downing the Geordies in their own backyard too and Galway under Pádraic Joyce claiming a Connaught Title again – what a Sunday!!!) he left without any commitment of my support . . . but a promise to consider his offer., especially having heard that his seat is no longer guaranteed. A pity to lose a worker such as him but my reluctance to give my vote to a party that recently failed to attend a meeting where the non-mandated Orange Order acting through a DUP Orange Man and councillor voted against the Council’s longstanding policy to award a grant to the Orange Order - non-attendance is such a weaselly excuse of avoidance - neither the Greens or the Scone and Tea Party of Alliance will get it either as they voted against the policy and in favour of the Orange Order. It seems there are Orange men of every colour!
The Tories having been severely lashed in the local elections across the Irish Sea by all English parties, were hiding under a few rocks especially Gove and Hunt who now realise that their treachery and odious policies of feeding the rich while starving the poor once supported and defended by the DUP who voted against a pay rise for nurses and who could live with 40,000 job losses, is now coming back to haunt them, one and all. When the veil of treachery once fleetingly rewarded by those once betrayed slips, it seems the revelation can bring an epiphany or sorts or more precisely when it hurts the pocket . . . logic applied except where SF are concerned for treachery it seems is continually rewarded by those who were betrayed, leading to many other awkward unanswered questions.
Having crossed the political sea of no return and discarded any remnants of Irish republicanism on their way, Irish republicanism now being political flotsam to be washed up, collected and dumped in the nearest landfill site, irrespective of which coastline it washes up on, SF have now become a party viewed only as ‘republican’ because of their past associations and not their present actions. Leaving political Erin (32 counties that is and not the 26 that is now taken to mean Ireland since Bertie and the boys gleefully removed articles 2&3 during the negotiations of the GFA and instantly began to revise Ireland’s past in England’s favour and ensuring their strangle hold retains its grip) bereft of anything resembling Irish republicanism. Drug induced dissidents need not apply.
A political ideology that now seems certain to fade into history. A course on a tasting menu that lasts as long until the next is presented to the diner. Best to be consumed and forgotten as the future holds more tastier political morsels of self-interest and advancement. American style republicanism is the new republicanism for Ireland. An ideology long adopted by both Fine Gael and Fianna Fáil and one that is flexible and NATO adaptable especially to where a buck is to be made and can quickly jettison weighty, burdensome and inhibiting party ideals such as values, morals, ethics, or even scruples. Similar capabilities once held by Edward Coulston and like Coulston and his slave trade, now warmly embraced and ideally suited to the establishment Sinn Féin.
Irish Republicanism as I once knew it and defended is dead. Killed by those who sent me out to kill. Neither dissidents, or old hands secretly recorded by Britain’s spy masters talking treason in back rooms reminiscing of days gone by will resurrect it. Let’s not flog a dead horse, let’s be honest,
The King is dead long live the King.
Having spent Sunday morning taking down all my celebrating paraphernalia of the Windsors' coronation and trying to recuperate from over-indulging in celebratory refreshments, replacing it all with my paraphernalia celebrating the Bhoys winning the Scottish Premiership as they downed Hearts by a brace of grouse . . . South East Asian migrating grouse to be more specific and listening to a recording of the Bhoys singing their hearts out (no pun intended) expressing eloquently their view on the Windsors and their big day as Charles’ derriere stained the Stone of Scone, my front door was unexpectedly knocked by a candidate running in the upcoming local council elections. A person whom I know and who is a long-term member of SDLP and a person who I have great respect for as he actually works quite hard for the local community.
A brief hello and me reminding him that they, the Bhoys, were on and what the hell was he doing canvassing on a Sunday and this Sunday of all Sundays, to which his response of time waits for no man or something as pithy as that didn’t salve my predicament at all. After another short conversation and me clearly showing anxiety to return to the game (my wonderful Gunners downing the Geordies in their own backyard too and Galway under Pádraic Joyce claiming a Connaught Title again – what a Sunday!!!) he left without any commitment of my support . . . but a promise to consider his offer., especially having heard that his seat is no longer guaranteed. A pity to lose a worker such as him but my reluctance to give my vote to a party that recently failed to attend a meeting where the non-mandated Orange Order acting through a DUP Orange Man and councillor voted against the Council’s longstanding policy to award a grant to the Orange Order - non-attendance is such a weaselly excuse of avoidance - neither the Greens or the Scone and Tea Party of Alliance will get it either as they voted against the policy and in favour of the Orange Order. It seems there are Orange men of every colour!
The Tories having been severely lashed in the local elections across the Irish Sea by all English parties, were hiding under a few rocks especially Gove and Hunt who now realise that their treachery and odious policies of feeding the rich while starving the poor once supported and defended by the DUP who voted against a pay rise for nurses and who could live with 40,000 job losses, is now coming back to haunt them, one and all. When the veil of treachery once fleetingly rewarded by those once betrayed slips, it seems the revelation can bring an epiphany or sorts or more precisely when it hurts the pocket . . . logic applied except where SF are concerned for treachery it seems is continually rewarded by those who were betrayed, leading to many other awkward unanswered questions.
Having crossed the political sea of no return and discarded any remnants of Irish republicanism on their way, Irish republicanism now being political flotsam to be washed up, collected and dumped in the nearest landfill site, irrespective of which coastline it washes up on, SF have now become a party viewed only as ‘republican’ because of their past associations and not their present actions. Leaving political Erin (32 counties that is and not the 26 that is now taken to mean Ireland since Bertie and the boys gleefully removed articles 2&3 during the negotiations of the GFA and instantly began to revise Ireland’s past in England’s favour and ensuring their strangle hold retains its grip) bereft of anything resembling Irish republicanism. Drug induced dissidents need not apply.
A political ideology that now seems certain to fade into history. A course on a tasting menu that lasts as long until the next is presented to the diner. Best to be consumed and forgotten as the future holds more tastier political morsels of self-interest and advancement. American style republicanism is the new republicanism for Ireland. An ideology long adopted by both Fine Gael and Fianna Fáil and one that is flexible and NATO adaptable especially to where a buck is to be made and can quickly jettison weighty, burdensome and inhibiting party ideals such as values, morals, ethics, or even scruples. Similar capabilities once held by Edward Coulston and like Coulston and his slave trade, now warmly embraced and ideally suited to the establishment Sinn Féin.
Irish Republicanism as I once knew it and defended is dead. Killed by those who sent me out to kill. Neither dissidents, or old hands secretly recorded by Britain’s spy masters talking treason in back rooms reminiscing of days gone by will resurrect it. Let’s not flog a dead horse, let’s be honest,
The King is dead long live the King.
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| Sean Mallory is a Tyrone republican |
You can definitely write Seán. I'm not sure I'd agree with everything you wrote, but you wrote it well.
ReplyDeleteIf you change Romantic for Republican and O'Leary for Sands you'll find Yeats said it all in eleven words.
Forgot how entertaining a writer you were Sean. But who was the tout who legged it that you mentioned?
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