Tuesday, May 1, 2012

London Olympic International Boycott Call by Irish Human Rights Activists



London Olympic International Boycott Call by Irish Human Rights Activists

category international | rights and freedoms | news report author Tuesday May 01, 2012 21:16author by BrianClarkeNUJ - AllVoices Report this post to the editors
Political Internment Without Trial Occupied Ireland
The appointment of two unelected Englishmen in British Occupied Ireland as unaccountable tyrants by Britain's geriatric despotic regime Her Majesty's service, is Monty Pythonesque in its absurdity bearing in mind the pretence of a peace process there. However the subsequent kidnap by the appointed British despots of one of Ireland's most respected human rights and political prisoner activists, who herself spent 200 days on hunger strike being force fed and now almost a year of torture by the appointed Ghengis Pater Son's kidnappers in solitary confinement, is truly taking agent provocateur of the process, to the extreme. 
LONDON OLYMPIC BOYCOTT
LONDON OLYMPIC BOYCOTT
The appointment of two unelected Englishmen in British Occupied Ireland as unaccountable tyrants by Britain's geriatric despotic regime Her Majesty's service, is Monty Pythonesque in its absurdity bearing in mind the pretence of a peace process there. However the subsequent kidnap by the appointed British despots of one of Ireland's most respected human rights and political prisoner activists, who herself spent 200 days on hunger strike being force fed and now almost a year of torture by the appointed Ghengis Pater Son's kidnappers in solitary confinement, is truly taking agent provocateur of the process, to the extreme. 




While the appointment of the unelected Englishmen to overrule all local Irish politicians, smacks of desperation and a juvenile regard for both the Irish and the peace process, their subsequent overrule of the judiciary and even their own Majesty's royal prerogative of Mercy, confirms that the other palace on the Thames, is actually the one calling the shots of Empire from the City of London currently. The constant patronizing references to Pater Son as the architect of the Tory/Loyalist electoral alliance and his subsequent appointment to their splittist clique would be amusing in its absurdity, if it was not so callous and such a traversity of the truth of their mutual bigotry and sectarianism. 




The appointments in reality are the nepotism of the foxhunting horsey set, from their respective gentry. Internment without trial, concentration camps, blood sports both human and animal, are just the start of their mutual interests. While the local sectarian Lord Faulkner broke his neck and kicked the bucket, the English Tory currently at breakneck speed trying to emulate him, ovruling the Irish to still legally chase the Irish fox. The English Tory and would be Ghengis Khan has also been seriously injured almost breaking his own neck recently, with the blood thirsty insane sadist, said to be in considerable pain. Paddy power is giving short odds that an Irish hunter like Faulkner's, will do the business and dump the Tory autocrat properly next time. 




Mind you, since when has truth and justice ever been part and parcel of Britain’s political currency in occupied Ireland ? Hopefully the growing international condemnation of Ghengis Pater Son's internment without trial in Ireland, coupled with a growing call for an International Olympic boycott, will cause a rethink amongst sportsmen and women of conscience worldwide and cause a dramatic decrease of public interest in the olympic games in London this year. The Human Rights Boycott is believed to be gathering momentum particularly in the USA.




In the meantime, the Free Marian Price campaign and end Internment Ireland are racheting up the pressure on its own gombeen Irish politicians as well as their Irish American politicians, particularly in their Presidential race. The local and International business community, the international media along with the general public to keep the issue of Britain's political kidnap of Marian Price, internment, torture and a call for a boycott of the London Olympics firmly at the forefront of people’s hearts and minds internationally.
Related Link: http://irishblog-irelandblog.blogspot.com/
Monty Python Twit Olympics

Anarchy Love on May Day










Anarchists are often presented as being combative and anti-social, while their doctrine is co-operation and sociability. Peter Kropotkin explained the split between Anarchism and Marxism of the 1870′s in terms of cultural differences between Northern Europe and Southern Europe. France, Italy and Spain were the strongest centres of Anarchism while Marxist intellectuals were strongest in England, Holland and Germany. Ireland would identify more strongly with southern Europe for several reasons one of them being a sense of passion from the heart or E.Q rather than I.Q.




The Anarchist-Marxist split runs along the lines of Anarchism essentially being the concept of most people naturally wanting to be good to others when the incentives in the current system, that encourages people to be arseholes are removed, then tradition, custom and the natural desire to be good to family, friends and neighbours will regulate society. Marxism on the other hand believes, people need to be controlled by a dictatorship of the proletariat, without which Marxists cannot visualize a society functioning or maintaining cohesion. 




Anarchists could perhaps do things smarter by attraction rather than promotion. Anarchism is mostly seen in terms of smashing the state, class warfare, propaganda of deed or as Bakunin said, “The passion for destruction is a creative passion.” However this is at odds with our greatest strength, which is our community focus, instead of smashing the state, perhaps we could consider building stronger communities, which no longer need the state and that we do propaganda of deed by actually building these communities?
Anarchy with Passion
Anarchy with Passion
Related Link: http://struggle.ws/rbr/rbr4_racism.html


Good men must die, but death cannot kill their names. - Proverb

The Late John McGuffin

The obituary cliche that "He didn't suffer fools gladly" was never more apt than for John McGuffin, which occasionally presented him with problems of an inter-personal nature, since McGuffin tended to regard a remarkably wide section of the earth's population as fools. Anybody who voted in an election ("It's wrong to choose your masters!"). All who had ever darkened the door of a church after reaching the age of reason. People opposed to cannabis. And that was just for starters.




One day in the late 1960s, when we thought we'd heard the chimes of freedom flashing, I drove to Dublin with McGuffin and the American anarchist Jerry Rubin. A mile or so out of Newry, McGuffin explained to the fabled member of the Chicago Seven that the town we were approaching was in the grip of revolution. The risen people had turned en masse to anarchism. We'd better barrel on through. If we stopped for a moment the fevered proletariat would surely engulf us...




Down were in the All-Ireland final that weekend. Every house, lamppost and telegraph pole was festooned with red-and-black flags. Rubin was agog, at risk of levitation when we passed under banners strung across the streets, reading, "Up Down!"
"These people really got the revolutionary ethic", enthused the ecstatic Rubin.
"As much as yourself, comrade", allowed the gracious McGuffin.
He turned up on the Burntollet march with an anarchist banner but couldn't persuade anybody to carry the other pole. He marched all the way with the furled standard sloped on his shoulder, managing to convey that this was sure evidence of his singular revolutionary rectitude, the easy-oozy reformism of the rest of us.




McGuffin was interned in August 1971, as far as I know the only Protestant lifted in the initial swoop. He wrote a fine book on internment afterwards, "The Guineapigs". He was later to publish "In Praise of Poteen", "The Hairs of the Dog" and, recently, "Last Orders, Please!". He was a gifted, utterly undisciplined writer, eschewing the pedantries of structure and all strictures of taste. Various newspapers agreed to give him regular space, but it never lasted. Editors physically winced at his ferocious philippics. He said to me of this column a few months back, "If it's any good, why havn't they sacked you?"




For a time, An Phoblacht published his scabrously brilliant "Brigadier" column. Frequently, the Provos wouldn't print it because they thought their readers would find it offensive. They weren't bad judges.
I first became aware of McGuffin within a week of arriving at Queen's as a wide-eyed innocent from the Bogside. He erupted into a debate addressed by Sam Thompson, the former shipyard worker whose play, "Over The Bridge", had convulsed the Unionist establishment with rage. Thompson was the hero of the hour for Northern liberals. But not for McGuffin. The only achievement of "Over The Bridge", he raged, had been to enable a section of the useless middle class to feel good about themselves for having a night out at the theatre. "Meanwhile, Basil Brook is roaming the streets..."




He took off for California in the early '80s, where he practiced as a lawyer for 15 years, advertising his services under the slogan, "Sean McGuffin, Attorney at Law, Irish-friendly - No crime too big, no crime too small". He only did defences and preferred getting people off who he reckoned were guilty because that way it was more fun.




He was my friend for 40 years. The announcement of his end told that he died peacefully on the morning of April 28th after a long illness, and that two days before turning sideways to the sun had married his long-term collaborator, comrade and partner Christiane.
He was laid out in his coffin with a smile of final satisfaction on a face sculpted like a chieftain of old, in a black t-shirt with square red lettering, "Unrepentant Fenian Bastard".


Way to go, McGuffin.


Eamonn McCann