MARTIN McGuinness is “a traitor” for meeting the Queen, a rally of republican hardliners in south Armagh was yesterday told.
Ex-Provisional IRA founder Laurence O’Neill denounced Mr McGuinness as “a Judas” and said he should hang his head in shame for meeting the Queen while Northern Ireland remained under British rule.
Mr O’Neill was addressing a commemoration yesterday in Crossmaglen for local IRA bomb-maker, Sean O’Callaghan, who died eight years ago.
Around 300 people attended the rally including leading Lurgan republican Colin Duffy, ex-Sinn Fein MLA and Newry councillor Davy Hyland, Garvaghy Road residents’ spokesman Breandan MacCionnaith and former Tyrone IRA leaders.
Ex-IRA hunger-strikers Tommy McKearney and Gerard Hodgins were also present.
A British Army spotter plane hovered overhead throughout the rally which was held at a controversial IRA monument that Sinn Fein denies is a political memorial.
The party claims the statue (pictured) in the centre of the village is “a tourist attraction” and is supporting an application for a grant of up to £30,000 of taxpayers’ money for its refurbishment, something that unionists and victims of terrorism have opposed.
Laurence O’Neill from Co Antrim said the Queen was “commander-in-chief” of a British army that had killed republicans in Ireland for decades.
Mr McGuinness – who two years ago denounced dissident republicans as “traitors to the island of Ireland” – was himself denounced by O’Neill as a traitor for “shaking the paw of the Queen of England as a guarantee that will see her dream come true of Ireland remaining a cosy, peaceful colony”.
“We are here today because we are republicans of the original school, not the kind that have supped the soup and would try to justify their treachery,” he said.
Mr O’Neill claimed republican grassroots had been “conned, betrayed, sold down the river and told ‘not a bullet, not an ounce’”.
He said: “Shame on those who sold us out. We were told the lie that the war was at a stalemate — yet the IRA had 20 tons of weaponry in bunkers all over Ireland.”
The rally was also addressed by former Sinn Fein MLA Pat McNamee and former party representative Jim McAllister.
Mr McNamee said: “Don’t tell us that securing the current political arrangements in the North was what the republican struggle was about.
“Don’t tell us that a better partition is what people suffered and died for.
“Sean O’Callaghan gave the best years of his life for an independent 32-county republic. He wouldn’t be attending the garden party or any other Royal meeting this week.”
A massive car bomb has exploded outside a courthouse in the Occupied Ireland border town of Newry, in the latest of increasingly frequent attacks in the province. British Paramilitary Police were in the process of evacuating people from the area when there was a large explosion in a car which left the vehicle ablaze close to the courthouse gates, a spokeswoman for the paramilitary British Police said.
There were no initial reports of casualties, she added. reports are also coming in of another explosion on the border of Occupied Ireland in Fermanagh. It comes only days after a mortar bomb was abandoned outside a police station in the nearby Co Armagh village of Keady.
Last March traditional republicans gunned down two soldiers at Massereene army barracks, Antrim. Two days later they shot dead police constable Stephen Carroll in Craigavon, Co Armagh. Last month a police officer was seriously injured in car bomb attack in Co Antrim while a number of police stations have been shot at several times in recent weeks.
Traditional Iris republicans want the British out of Ireland, lock, stock and barrel and self determination for the Irish people.
Don't even give them a chance to launch their Bullscutter !
Oh, no. Brutish Bullscutter Coperation. Don't come fucking near me today. Dear Jaysus, you Kerry fucking recruits and gobshites all over the Irish media are their by-product. There are so many things I could say to express my deep mistrust and yes, anger of these new media Irish opinion makers. Their world service can be a titillating export but their rampant censorship of the restless native's replies stinks to high heaven, of arrogance, cultural imperialism and age old repression.
I don't vote right wing as far as I know, so maybe that also explains my antagonism to them. I don't believe the Brutish Bullscutter Coperation, which henceforth will be simply called the BBC, offer anything approximating legitimate alternatives for this country, indeed any country but thats their business. I disagree with their monarchy, class system of commoners, lords, inherited privilige and intolerance of diversity or alternatives.
Lest you think nationalism is blinding me, do not confuse my rants against Brutish Bullscutter with the many Scottish, English and Welsh friends I have known down through the years, most of whom are the salt of the Earth in my opinion and great people.
It goes against every fibre of my being and tradition to be rude to people but you have got to stand up for your identity these days or become a smiling zombie product of their pundits and seductive manipulating bullscutter.
Brutes are people too but we must take this tour d'arse with all of its insanity, as a relief from the bland sanitized, couldn't give a fuck mercenary BULLSCUTTER ! of our age.
The newly appointed Brit headboy of the British police in the north of Ireland is Martin McGuinness's mate, Matt Baggot. He went to Dublin last week to speak at a press conference to criminalize republicans who will not take the Queen's shilling to become thugs, to enforce British law in Ireland.
Baggott, speaking in Dublin said of the "PROTESTANT" liberation movement.
"I think it's very helpful to see it as a criminal enterprise," he said.
Maybe Flann O'Brien from Strabane when he wrote "The Third Polceman" had a premonition of the arrival and statements of the illegal Brit headboy, when he wrote the following;
"Because a man can have more disease and germination in his gob than you'll find in a rat's arse,"
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One of Ireland's best known dissidents was Bobby Sands, whom the British also tried to criminalize.
Bobby Sands was twenty-seven years of age and was sixty-six days on hunger strike when he died in the H Blocks of Long Kesh concentration camp, on the 5 May 1981. The young Volunteer spent the last nine years of his short life in this concentration camp. He became known world-wide by the time he died, having been elected to the Brit parliament, having withstood political torture to abandon his protest at criminalization by the British and their henchmen.
The hunger strike was aimed at rebutting the British government's attempts to criminalize the struggle for Irish freedom by changing the status of Sands and his fellow comrades from political to criminal status.
While behind bars, Sands secretly wrote on toilet paper and cigarette papers with the refill of a cheap pen that was hidden inside his body. These writings were then smuggled out of prison.
With humour, in prose and poetry, he wrote to preserve his identity against freezing cold, unimaginable filth, appalling beatings and numbing boredom. He conjures up vividly the enclosed hell of Long Kesh concentration camp, the harassment, and the humiliatingly invasive searches. Bobby Sands and his comrades were gripped by an iron system that held them at torture-point and yet their courage never faltered. He gave his life along with his comrades as political prisoners.
Despite a so called peace process, Irish political prisoners are still beaten savagely today while in prison without trial while their families are being terrorized by McGuinness's thugs as they do what families of Irish political prisoners have always done, gather support for their loved ones in British prisons.
Here is what Bobby Sands wrote just before he died -
"They will not criminalise us, rob us of our true identity, steal our individualism, depoliticise us, churn us out as systemised, institutionalised, decent law-abiding robots. Never will they label our liberation struggle as criminal.
I am (even after all the torture) amazed at British logic. Never in eight centuries have they succeeded in breaking the spirit of one man who refused to be broken. They have not dispirited, conquered, nor demoralised my people, nor will they ever.
I may be a sinner, but I stand — and if it so be, will die — happy knowing that I do not have to answer for what these people have done to our ancient nation.
Thomas Clarke is in my thoughts, and MacSwiney, Stagg, Gaughan, Thomas Ashe, McCaughey. Dear God, we have so many that another one to those knaves means nothing, or so they say, for some day they’ll pay.
When I am thinking of Clarke, I thought of the time I spent in ‘B’ wing in Crumlin Road jail in September and October ‘77. I realised just what was facing me then. I’ve no need to record it all, some of my comrades experienced it too, so they know I have been thinking that some people (maybe many people) blame me for this hunger-strike, but I have tried everything possible to avert it short of surrender.
I pity those who say that, because they do not know the British and I feel more the pity for them because they don’t even know their poor selves. But didn’t we have people like that who sought to accuse Tone, Emmet, Pearse, Connolly, Mellowes: that unfortunate attitude is perennial also…
I can hear the curlew passing overhead. Such a lonely cell, such a lonely struggle. But, my friend, this road is well trod and he, whoever he was, who first passed this way, deserves the salute of the nation. I am but a mere follower and I must say Oíche Mhaith."
Some small minded fucker has taken down the Dylan version which I think is the best. This according to YouTube is the Dubliner's version but its a long tome ago since I heard this song sung properly, as there doesn't appear to be any singers in Ireland at the minute who can sing it properly with a bit of passion like ! Is there any nature left in people anymore ?
THE NEWRY HIGWAYMAN
Botanic Gardens Belfast, 19. 6. 1998
Traditional
In Newry town where I was bred and born
In Stephen's Green now I lie in scorn.
I served my time there to the saddlers' trade
And I always was a roving blade.
At seventeen I took a wife,
And I loved her dearer than I loved my life
And for to keep her both fine and gay
I went a-robbin' on the king's highway.
I never robbed any poor man yet
Nor tradesman I caused to fret
But I robbed lords and their ladies at night
And carry all home to my heart's delight.
To Covent Garden I yook my way
With my dear wife for to see the play
Lord Fielding's men did me pursue
And taken was I by the cursed crew.
My father cried, "My darling son."
My wife she cried, "I am undone."
My mother tore her white locks and cried
That in the cradle I should have died.
When I am dead and in my grave
A flashy funeral pray let me have
Six highwaymen for to carry me
Give them broad swords and sweet liberty.
Six pretty fair maids to bear my pall
Give them grey ribbons and green garlands all
When I'm dead they will speak true
He was a wild and a wicked youth.
In Newry town where I was bred and born
In Stephen's Green now I lie in scorn.
I served my time there to the saddlers' trade
And I always was a roving blade.
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