Saturday, June 2, 2012
The Irish Times - Saturday, June 2, 2012
Scots crowned chief Brit haters after Ireland cedes throne
DONALD CLARKE
A YEAR has passed since some posh lady in a hat caused a commotion by staggering her way through a few words of the national language. In the late spring of 2011, columnists (quite properly) made much of Queen Elizabeth’s visit to the Republic of Ireland.
A million years of discord had been put behind us. Ned Flanders embraces Homer Simpson. The Road Runner shares Acme Brand cordial with Wile E Coyote. You remember how it was.
Pop-cultural boffins had been aware of the thaw for many years. Consider a peculiar incident that occurred last weekend. Poor old Engelbert Humperdinck – the singer from Leicester, not the composer from Siegburg – did not cover himself with glory at the Eurovision Song Contest.
As the counting moved into its later stages, it looked increasingly likely that the great man representing the United Kingdom would finish dead last. In the end, only four countries delivered votes for Engelbert: Belgium, Estonia, Latvia and, yes, Ireland.
Nothing remarkable in that, you might say. The United Kingdom is our nearest neighbour. All those made-up east European countries vote for one another. The Greeks stand up for Cyprus and that island nation always returns the compliment.
But, until relatively recently, the Irish jury (such a thing existed in the days before public voting) made it its business to offer two fingers to the UK entry. Heck, we only gave three votes to Save Your Kisses for Me, and that was a Eurovision classic. The following year, 1977, offered a classic example of the feud’s lopsided dynamics. The Irish entry, which finished third, took the full 12 points from the UK. The British tune, which grabbed the silver medal, was awarded null points by the Irish jury.
Fans of “sport” tell me anecdotes about English friends who complain that, whereas they always support Ireland when that team are playing any nation other than England, their Irish pals insist upon urging anybody (even the Germans) to defeat the supposed old enemy.
Until the current defrosting, a similar rule applied during the Eurovision.
We hardly need to list the reasons behind the antagonism. I dimly remember history lessons concerning some sort of forced occupation (still going on, according to some commentators). By turning our backs on the likes of Lynsey De Paul and Mike Moran – whose contribution to the colonial atrocities was limited at worst – we reasserted our independence and put the brakes on one, relatively insignificant school of British hegemony.
Football fans will continue to wish England ill. But the volume of the booing has declined. Meanwhile, the Eurovision freeze-out has been entirely reversed: the British can now count on a sympathy vote from their new pals across the Irish Sea. It’s not a big thing. But the change does – in spite of recent economic reversals – speak of confidence and maturity.
So, we are landed with an interesting question. Who has taken over our role as chief Brit haters? Former colonies such as India, Canada and New Zealand seem reasonably tolerant of their erstwhile rulers. The Australians can, however, certainly make a claim to the title. The Antipodean nation has constructed an entire persona – jolly, drunk, fanatically unpretentious larrikin – in opposition to the caricature of Englishmen as bowler-hat- wearing fops with a passion for cucumber sandwiches.
Most Australian cricketers would rather lose a kidney than see their off stump deposed by an English googly. Yet every second British person seems to long for a life in the land of Vegemite. They love the bloody place.
No, the Aussies don’t quite qualify.
Your current correspondent is spending much of this week in lovely Scotland. Today it is Glasgow. Tomorrow we progress to Edinburgh. Before moving on to crown the Scottish champions (it’s time they won something, after all), we should clarify the argument somewhat. When the Irish Eurovision jury contemplated the effects of their psychological parsimony, they did not imagine men in kilts flinging cans of Irn-Bru at their deep-fried televisions; nor did they much ponder the effects on the Rhondda Valley. Hatred of Britain invariably means hatred of the English. Nobody, but nobody, engages in Anglophobia with greater relish than the Scots.
We offer all the usual provisos. Most Scottish people get on perfectly well with their lower neighbours. But the belief that Scotland and England are “old enemies” stubbornly persists. Once again, it’s largely a one-sided feud. English football fans regard their chief rivals as Argentina or Germany. You can’t get the bleeding royal family out of the Highlands. The English have consistently voted for political parties whose front benches are packed with Caledonians. This is akin to watching the progress of a tragically unrequited love affair.
Well, it looks as if the Scots will soon get a chance to vote for real independence. Give it a go. You may like it. If nothing else, a
Yes vote should give you the opportunity to snub your nose at the 2020 British Eurovision entry.
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The Lark
and the Freedom Fighter
By Bobby Sands, MP
My grandfather once said that the imprisonment of the lark is a crime of the greatest cruelty because the lark is one of the greatest symbols of freedom and happiness. He often spoke of the spirit of the lark relating to a story of a man who incarcerated one of his loved friends in a small cage.
The lark, having suffered the loss of her liberty, no longer sung her little heart out, she no longer had anything to be happy about. The man who had committed the atrocity, as my grandfather called it, demanded that the lark should do as he wished: that was to sing her heart out, to comply to his wishes and change herself to suit his pleasure or benefit.
The lark refused, and the man became angry and violent. He began to pressurise the lark to sing, but inevitably he received no result. so, he took more drastic steps. He covered the cage with a black cloth, depriving the bird of sunlight. He starved it and left it to rot in a dirty cage, but the bird still refused to yield. The man murdered it.
As my grandfather rightly stated, the lark had spirit--the spirit of freedom and resistance. It longed to be free, and died before it would conform to the tyrant who tried to change it with torture and imprisonment. I feel I have something in common with that bird and her torture, imprisonment and final murder. She had a spirit which is not commonly found, even among us so-called superior beings, humans.
Take an ordinary prisoner. His main aim is to make his period of imprisonment as easy and as comfortable as possible. The ordinary prisoner will in no way jeopardise a single day of his remission. Some will even grovel, crawl and inform on other prisoners to safeguard themselves or to speed up their release. They will comply to the wishes of their captors, and unlike the lark, they will sing when told to and jump high when told to move.
Although the ordinary prisoner has lost his liberty he is not prepared to go to extremes to regain it, nor to protect his humanity. He settles for a short date of release. Eventually, if incarcerated long enough, he becomes institutionalised, becoming a type of machine, not thinking for himself, his captors dominating and controlling him. That was the intended fate of the lark in my grandfather's story; but the lark needed no changing, nor did it wish to change, and died making that point.
This brings me directly back to my own situation: I feel something in common with that poor bird. My position is in total contrast to that of an ordinary conforming prisoner: I too am a political prisoner, a freedom fighter. Like the lark, I too have fought for my freedom, not only in captivity, where I now languish, but also while on the outside, where my country is held captive. I have been captured and imprisoned, but, like the lark, I too have seen the outside of the wire cage.
I am now in H-Block, where I refuse to change to suit the people who oppress, torture and imprison me, and who wish to dehumanize me. Like the lark I need no changing. It is my political ideology and principles that my captors wish to change. They have suppressed my body and attacked my dignity. If I were an ordinary prisoner they would pay little, if any, attention to me, knowing that I would conform to their insitutional whims.
I have lost over two years' remission. I care not. I have been stripped of my clothes and locked in a dirty, empty cell, where I have been starved, beaten, and tortured, and like the lark I fear I may eventually be murdered. But, dare I say it, similar to my little firend, I have the spirit of freedom that cannot be quenched by even the most horrendous treatment. Of course I can be murdered, but while I remain alive, I remain what I am, a political prisoner of war, and no one can change that.
Haven't we plenty of larks to prove that? Our history is heart-breakingly littered with them: the MacSwineys, the Gaughans, and the Staggs. Will there be more in H-Block?
I dare not conclude without finishing my grandfather's story. I once asked him whatever happened to the wicked man who imprisoned, tortured and murdered the lark?
'Son," he said, "one day he caught himself on one of his own traps, and no one would assist him to get free. His own people scorned him, and turned their backs on him. He grew weaker and weaker, and finally topled over to die upon the land which he had marred with such blood. The birds came and extracted their revenge by picking his eyes out, and the larks sang like they never sang before.'
'Grandfather,' I said, 'could that man's name have been John Bull?'
Source: Originally published in An Phoblacht/Republican News, Feburary 3rd, 1979, page 2. Contributed to this website by "Patrizia" from Italy. Patrizia can be contacted through this website.
Written by Bobby Sands, MP, while on the blanket protest in the H-Blocks,Long Kesh, Northern Ireland. Because protesting prisoners were not allowed books or writing materials, this essay was composed on a square of toilet paper and smuggled out of the prison.
Bobby Sands embarked on a hunger strike on March 1st, 1981 and dies 66 days later on May 5th, 1981. He was protesting the "criminal" status imposed on Republican prisoners from 1976 onward, and was fighting to regain the right to wear his own clothes, have free association with other prisoners, and other rights given to political prisoners.
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Get a grip, Clarke, we only gave Humperdinck four points and you've spun an entire column out of it. You should run along and be a spin doctor. You're like a shaman with a penis gourd who's been at the sherry bottle.
Sometimes you are forced to wince when, without warning, a reporter inadvertently exposes his inner workings like this. What has been seen cannot be unseen. For his sins, Clarke will be made to endure ten minutes of watching Martin Lee smiling and "dancing".
Friday, June 1, 2012
Olympics London 2012 : BRITISH PROSTITUTES TO BE INTERNED 'PUT DOWN'
Josef Goebbels the Nazi’s propaganda minister was it appears a little more enlightened than his current British counterparts when confronted with the unique challenge of prostitution when Weimar Germany secured the rights to host the 1936 Olympic Games in Berlin. Goebbels demonstrated that the Nazi regime was civilized while providing warm, Teutonic hospitality to foreigners. Visitors to Berlin were not disappointed by the low-key nightlight replacing Weimar Berlin’s infamous social scene.
Goebbels relaxed controls on prostitution with approximately 7,000 prostitutes given the freedom of the City, ensuring male visitors could be given an intimate introduction to Germany’s virtues with an erotic spin of the concept of Strength through Joy. Relaxation of the regime’s sexual prohibitions was also made for foreign visitors on sanctions against homosexuality. Tolerance and welcome were the order of the day and the Berlin Olympics gained widespread press approval without a trace of a concentration camp or internment
Contract this then to Olympic London 2012 with a London prostitute who recently said she was threatened by British police with being interned without trial, just like political prisoners of conscience interned without trial in British Occupied Ireland. She also said she threatened with being tortured like Marian Price a political prisoner interned in solitary confinement now for more than one year along with other comrades in a British concentration Camp for political prisoners because they oppose repression in British Occupied Ireland.
Prostitution is legal in Greece, the home of the original Olympics. Greek prostitutes are mostly linked to state-sanctioned brothels or legal bordellos. Licenced prostitutes see a doctor every second week, however sensitive, hygenic people around the world have already condemned Olympic London 2012 because of its medieval form of sexual slavery and dark age barbarity.
One British magazine claims that a £2 million NHS contract will see all prostitutes working the London Olympics, micro chipped. They claim that emergency legislation means the British authorities will extend the programme to pet dogs, cats and ferrets in time for London 2012. The hookers and animals they say, will be automatically immunised with shots, recorded on minute subcutaneous implants, tracked by a Home Orifice GPS systems.
According to one British prostitute, who got a clean bill of health along with an ID jab in the bum, she said .
"Feckin' bastards charged me one hundred quid - or a blow job round the back of the surgery - for me pains," She then collected her official Hooker Passport before heading for work. where the bar-coded implant acts as an official permit to hustle inside the Olympic Stadium perimeter and and can be monitored by local police stations. London girls will still however be subject to strict quarantine rules before the Games on the orders of the Americans according to Olympic sources.
All of this contrasts with more enlightened countries such as Canada who at their Olympics issued a brochure containing information and guidelines on how to handle requests for photographs and interviews. They informed sex workers about how to handle media aggressiveness, and how to refuse an interview.
The Canadians in contrast to the the British wanted their prostitutes to feel safe, confident and not intimidated."All people should know their rights with the media and if they don't, then they should be informed," said a spokesperson, adding that sex workers have been asked impertinent questions with rude and aggressive behavior from the media.
Its an interesting story for a couple reasons, one that British Olympic organizers want swept under the carpet. Personally, I do what I can to welcome and oblige guests but the British Olympic organizers don’t share my sense of hospitality. How to reconcile Victorian Judeo-Christian values with the real world ?The question is not really whether prostitution is good or bad but whether the usual abstract, British, moral, posturing is more important than harming real people like their sadistic Viceroy in British Occupied Ireland who is currently perverting the course of justice.Olympic stories can be uplifting for the human condition, rather than the usual British bloodletting wars. Of Course with the British, there is always some sordid down-to-earth muck in the mix, a tangle of thorns, they hide from the eyes of the world.
Currently for instance sex workers are 'cleaned off the streets' trying to make London presentable for the Olympics. In Newham home of the Olympic stadium, the number of sex workers arrested, has also surged, according to an anti-poverty charity in Tower Hamlets. Police have closed 80 brothels in Newham alone, in the last 18 months, according to a spokesperson for the Conservative group on the Olympics.Prostitutes are being told to stay away from their homes Newham under and they have also been given curfews from 10pm to 6am. Locals complain the British Tories are afraid to let any overseas visitors see the real London? They are removing "graffiti" and street art, something a growing number of people are coming to appreciate but not the stuffy Tories. Boris Jonson the mayor has been pictured pissing on their street art murals.
The crackdown on prostitution in London ahead of the Olympics, is making sex workers on the street "vulnerable to crime", one charity maintains. Ms. Merkova, manager for Safe Exit, which works on street prostitution, said: "We are concerned that in the run-up to the Olympics, increased levels of enforcement and new bail conditions imposed on women have made them more vulnerable to crime and violence.
According to the BBC's latest Olympic bullscutter, Home Office figures show 70 brothels raided. with another 33 targeted in Westminster and Camden, along with Newham's 80 brothels already closed. The BBC should know ,because they are London brothel's best customers constantly demanding cheap hand jobs. One local woman told me, when she was sitting on my cock, that she been subjected to increased “harassment” by police, which included being detained without charge, fined and told to move along.
Most of the more than a hundred prostitutes 'lifted' in the five main Olympic boroughs, have either been relocated or humanly put down according to local media. British City officials have been working also, on moving the homeless from the areas. Generally they are simply disappearing. Newham, Tower Hamlets, Greenwich, Hackney and Waltham Forest are all equipped with massive prostitute traps, catching any returning sex workers.
TV Sports analyst Mark Marvins said; “Frankly, there’s not much point making a fuss about this. Whenever cities have a major event like this happen they usually do massive sweeps like this to eradicate the rabble. I’m sure these types of people won’t be the only ones rounded up in the sweeps, it’s simply that in England no one speaks up for the homeless, or the Chavs and so no one will notice. The hooker problem, though, is slightly different because people coming to the city are going to want to clean their pipes and if they can’t find whores they will go after local girls which could result in a lot of pregnancies with foreign daddies.
If officials are too aggressive there will probably be a lot more young ladies with big bellies. Possibly even more rape, which certainly wouldn’t be good either. Hopefully, at the very least, they are just moving these workers to other areas where they accessible and not eradicating them entirely. That would be very problematic, at best. Foreign people like whores and like having lots of sex when they are away from their loved ones. I fear that this sweep will just result in other areas reaping the benefits or, like I said, rape.”
British Tories are demanding that parents of loose girls, send them away immediately to private boarding schools for the summer.
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London 2012 : INTERNMENT OLYMPRICS
As is the tradition at the funerals of Galway Whookers, wakes last at least two or three nights or maybe a week. Food, liquor, tobacco, snuff, and suchlike are plentiful. In the countryside on the west coast of Ireland where the Whooker comes from, the liquor served, consists of whiskey or poteen or the people's whiskey, which is very potent and illegal, as people don't waste their money paying tax. In the South China Sea it is a little bit different, in that its rice whiskey, known as Sato or something like that and to compensate for the lack of poteen, the tobacco would be considerably stronger having far more of an aphrodisiac quality about it. Laughter, singing as well as crying filled the air of the Galway Whooker's wake, as mourners shared humorous stories involving the deceased's contribution to numerous parties of all sorts.
In addition to this merriment, sexual games were played involving groups of twos and threes shagging and phucking which included the shawoman demanding the attention of a few notorious gang bangers present. The shawoman being a bit of an exhibitionist and a sacred whore all rolled into one as a mother goddess with Sile na Gig like qualities. In keeping with a myth of where a potentially violent incident involving several men was avoided by a woman exposing her breasts and pussy to attackers, the ugliest and more grotesque males, with hunky punks were obliged to phuck with the less attractive women in groups, on the edges of wake to keep evil spirits form London 2012 away particularly at doors and windows protecting these openings.
While all of this may appear to have been disrespectful to the Galway Whooker, it was not the intention. It is thought that the merrymaking and orgasmic aspects of the wake are customs influenced by the Irish pagan heritage of the Galway Whooker besides the need to stay awake for a long period of time. The culture of the South China Sea encourages these activities and tries hard to encourage people to indulge in sensual pleasures and orgasmic delight as much as possible. The result being that the wake and orgies may continue for a phucking week. Besides the wailing and gnashing of teeth there is considerable moaning, shrieking, grunting and roars of ecstasy above the din of the continuous crying and wailing of the keeners crying for the deceased Whooker
No feelings left out of the mourning process in the South China sea. Between the extremes of tears and ecstasy, the orgies, orgasms, sadism, masochism, laughter, heartfelt poetical lamentations and boisterous songs, there are debates. The mourners round the kitchen table, poteen or whiskey laced tea in one hand and all sorts of tobacco in the other hand, it is inevitable that heated discussions were conducted on topics concerning religion, politics, economics or the phucking english. I must add that on this occasion, a lengthy and most passionate evil curse, was delivered on the Olympics of London 2012. Eventually a dacent row brought proceedings to a conclusion, where all that was left was participants involved in some seriously passionate, phucking and phighting, That my friends is why I needed my rest on the last occasion.
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Thursday, May 31, 2012
Internment Olympics London 2012 : Death of the Galway Whooker
Internment Olympics London 2012 : Death of the Galway Whooker
Internment Olympics London 2012
We believe the agents were hired by one of the sponsors of the Olympics Games in London 2012, because of recent bad publicity. A considerable proportion of the Olympic protest art associated with London 2012 has been destroyed on the internet and censored. We are calling on all activists protesting the Olympic Games in London, to call for a boycott whether environment based or protesting torture, internment without trial in British Occupied Ireland and to create your own protest Olympic art regarding London 2012. Olive, Pui, Richard and myself have returned to base and we delayed publishing these details. until everyone had safely returned. Our own protest will continue in and alternative manner. We hope other can be creative with their own individual protests regarding the Olympics and political internment with torture.
A vigil and wake were held for the Galway Whooker last night on an island in the South China Sea. Everybody sat on both sides of a coffin,e specially made for the event. In the tradition of all Galway Whookers there was white linen adorning it with black ribbons and flowers. Lighted candles were placed around the coffin. Clay pipes, tobacco, snuff and suchlikes were also placed in the room. Everyone took at least a puff. The smoke kept evil spirits from London 2012 away. Clocks were stopped at the time of the death of the Galway Whooker. Mirrors were covered.
The cofin was never left alone until it was buried. A woman dressed appropriately in black panties and bra sat in the same room until the coffin was taken away. Crying began after the coffin was dressed appropriately, in case it attracted anymore evil spirits from London 2012, which would take the spirit of the departed Galway Whooker. After everything was properly prepared, the keening began. The Caointhe was started by Olive the lead keener who was first to lament the deceased. Pui recited poetry lamenting the loss of the Galway Whooker as well as crying and wailing.
All the women in the village joined in the wake and orgy afterwards to pay their respects to the Whooker. Naturally the women continued to cry softly as they engaged in mournful sex with each other and the other villagers. I could perceive that all of the friends of the Galway Whooker felt very strong feelings towards her. After the orgy I fell asleep as did most of the friends as the wake night passed.
This morning, Olive and Pui cleaned up a bit before the funeral procession. When the procession was underway it consists of myself, olive, Pui, the nurse, the villagers, the undertaker a shawoman. The procession walks along a long road beside the sea nearly an hour away. The entire funeral moved so fast and deliberately that I remember nothing because of my grief, except a comment of Olive and the image of Pui crying. The coffin was placed on the sea, set on fire and pushed out on the tide along with all of the Galway Whookers remaining artefacts. The remainder of the mourning and merrymaking process will begin tonight. I will fill you in sometime soon but I need to get some rest for it.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Olympic London 2012 : PHUCKIN PROSTITUTES
The crumbling civilizations or "primitive" social structures compared to the prostitute were a throwback by the British, to rationalizing their imperial expansion of greed and murder as a "civilizing mission." A rationality implying the channeling of sexual instincts in ways, that the British colonialists maintained were beyond the reach of backward peoples.
Asia's problem according to the British was primitivism and the vices of nature contain in sex without boundaries which prevented productive profit making for the British, rather than the existing purpose of sensual pleasure.. Prostitution's emphasis on pleasure rather than procreation, also was an excuse by the Christian preachers of British morals of exploitation, to judge the natives obstructing their sexual ideas, of their strictly procreative and their biblically ordained duty. The native being judged as wallowing in sensuality. The British judged the natural or people with nature still in them, as being a state of savagery.
It nevertheless was common for British travelers and colonial officials to accept that paid sex was widespread across their empire, they rarely however acknowledged the changes their colonial rule had in effecting profound changes in the manner of the existing culture of prostitution. Trading in sex was a phenomena as old as any society but the effects of colonialism, created new types of commercial sex from the materialism that colonialism imposed.
The British and colonial officials agreed that prostitution was living evidence of native disorder. Colonialists perceived their newly created culture as looser than the industrialized west. Burmese women said a colonial doctor in 1875, were organically unchaste and "if not prostitutes," were "next door to it." C.P. The Colonial Office in China perceived their Chinese populated colonies as, "prostitution is more or less of a recognized character." In India they stated that there were too many "phases and varieties of prostitution" to explain.
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