PARAMILITARY PSNI POLICE RAPE IN KILKEEL BRITISH OCCUPIED IRELAND

Only a week ago I praised the PSNI for their good work in July, now in one night of bigoted debauchery, they have undone all their Irish goodwill, on the sacred night of the 15th of August in Kilkeel. They were caught on a republican night vision camera, raping an innocent nationalist. As the article below explains, they also abused and battered innocent Irish pedestrians, simply on a sectarian basis. How can we have peace in Ireland with such thuggery?

Kilkeel Republicans living under siege

 national | rights and freedoms | opinion/analysis  Thursday August 22, 2013 11:44 by RNU PRO - Republican Network for Unity 

PSNI join Loyalist backlash

For generations the Mourne harbour town of Kilkeel has been a place where Catholics were largely expected to ‘know their place’.
Catholics in Kilkeel will tell you of a persistent underlying daily tension, of deliberately timed and calculated sectarian beatings (including upon women and priests) as well as a complete intolerance of all symbols regarded as Irish, Nationalist or Gaelic.

Republican tried to walk away from Police, but was elbowed in the face and beaten on the ground.

Just last week the BBC News reported that three men in Kilkeel were arrested and charged following ‘scuffles with police’. The rest of the report was left as vague as is possible. Some of those charged have since got in touch with RNU and with written statements and photographs explained what the BBC would not, how PSNI men fired up with Loyalist fervour launched a random attack on known republican faces.

For generations the Mourne harbour town of Kilkeel has been a place where Catholics were largely expected to ‘know their place’.
Catholics in Kilkeel will tell you of a persistent underlying daily tension, of deliberately timed and calculated sectarian beatings (including upon women and priests) as well as a complete intolerance of all symbols regarded as Irish, Nationalist or Gaelic.

Despite the town centre being bedecked in Loyalist flags and bunting virtually all year round, GAA club flags are described in statements from local politicians as ‘offensive and unacceptable’. DUP MLA Jim Wells even took the time out to complain about a nearby GAA club conducting a charity collection in the local ASDA.

As a result of such Ku Klux Klan like sentiments, GAA football pitches often have their goalposts cut down in the Kilkeel area, the nearby Attical GAA clubhouse was burned to the ground 2001. And unlike in other towns across Ireland, flags of competing GAA clubs and counties are viewed as ‘offensive emblems’ and are nearly always removed.

And despite the supposed shift in cultural and political tolerance since the Good Friday Agreement, Kilkeel’s ‘Alabama 68′ atmosphere, makes any expression of Irish Republicanism a complete anathema to well entrenched Mourne bigotry.

It was as a direct result of the towns anti-Catholic sentiment that three local Republicans found themselves being viciously attacked by the PSNI on the night of August 15th.

On the run up to a yearly ‘feast of the assumption’ march in the town, another locally elected bigot Henry Reilly (UKIP) went to the Kilkeel paper the ‘Co Down Outlook’ and laid out which brands of local nationalism were acceptable to him and to Orange supremacy in the town centre. Displaying typical supremacist arrogance Reilly stated .. “The first thing that we have to point out is that no-one in Kilkeel has a problem with the nationalist bands such as Glasdrumman Pipe Band, Longstone Pipe Band and Attical Accordion Band. “These are normal bands and respectable people, and we have no problem with the traditional bands having their parade, but we are very concerned with the antics of [Banna Fliuit Naoimh Phadraig].”

The reason for Reilly’s displeasure with a marching band named after St Patrick is clear. Unlike the other bands which are Hibernian in character, Banna Fluit Naoimh Padraig (though being unaligned) have a membership which unapologetically describe itself as Republican. A former Sinn Fein councillor, former and current Republican prisoners are amongst their ranks.

Orange supremacy has always been comfortable with Hibernian style Nationalism as it is an outlook which is easily controlled, Republicans on the other hand refuse to ‘know their place’. And so Banna Fluit Naoimh Padraig were deliberately singled out for criticism.

By the time Reilly’s comments had hit the shops a predictable campaign of Loyalist hysteria had gripped the town. A facebook hate page entitled ‘Ban dissident republicans from ‘parading’ Kilkeel town’ was established with over 1700 likes. Soon it was printing photos of what they claimed to be ‘dissident republicans’ at their place of work.

On the evening of the religious march, flag waving Loyalists gathered to protest as they had done in the morning, however unlike in Belfast they did not launch a physical attack. Worryingly it increasingly appears that task may have been left to the PSNI.

Following the march, Several members and supporters of the Naoimh Padraig band took the opportunity to get off the streets and slip into a bar in Newry Street, earlier in the day the local PSNI had accommodated two illegal Loyalist protests, now on the streets tensions were high.

In written statements provided to RNU one band member explained how
“I was on my way home from the cove bar with my finance when i seen allot of riot police outside a kebab shop, there were police all over the street and i could hear them arguing and shouting”, i tried to make my way past but my cousin was then hit by 5 or 6 policemen. I went over and asked them to stop when i was grabbed in a headlock by a police man and threw to the ground, he then started hitting me”

The Republican continued..

“The policeman kicked me on the side and i was telling him i couldn’t breathe, be he repeatedly kept hitting and kicking me. My fiancé ran over to help me and pulled me off the road”.

This man was later advised by paramedics to go to hospital due to injuries to his face, but he refused instead waiting to see how his cousin was.

His cousins accounts of events include.

“On the 15th of August i was leaving the Cove bar on Newry Street with some friends, we were en route home when PSNI officers approached me and pushed me off the side of the road, i said to the officer that ‘there was no need to push me’, then he and 5 other officers forced me into the front door of the Archways Bar telling me i was under arrest”.

Not yet formally under arrest, the man’s frightening ordeal continued.

“While this was happening police with riot gear were doing something in the middle of the road, i just didn’t want to be there so i tried to make my way towards the direction of the Police station, then i was elbowed in the face by one of the five riot Police, they then beat me with batons and kicked me while i was pinned to the ground face down. I kept saying ‘im not resisting’ but they still hit me. They were twisting my right hand as if trying to break my wrist. I was then arrested and taken to Banbridge Police station and charged with disorderly behaviour, resisting arrest and assaulting a Police officer”.

Eyewitness accounts of what occurred in Kilkeel on the 15th of August appear much more detailed than the PSNI version of events which claimed ‘the disturbance was not linked to any parades.’
Those assaulted and arrested describe an atmosphere of menace in Kilkeel that day, emanating from the utterances of Loyalist politicians and street protests and directed at the Catholic procession in general and the Naoimh Padraig band in particular.
It is the stated opinion of Kilkeel Republicans that the PSNI played up to the Orange mood in Kilkeel on the night, waited outside a bar for certain individuals to appear then launched an unprovoked sectarian attack upon them. RNU have no reason to disbelieve those who claim this.

We pledge to do what we can to assist progressive Republican activists, trying hard to exist in this most hostile of towns.

Related Link: http://www.republicanunity.org/kilke...list-backlash/

Local Cllr Henry Reilly (UKIP) singled out the Naoimh Padraig band in the press.

Local MLA Jim Wells. Offended by GAA clubs conducting charity collections in ASDA.

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Police Car Bomb In Ireland Inside Job

Intelligence officials and fellow policemen are to be questioned in connection with the car bombing of a policeman in Ireland this week. Initial reports of the incident, strongly suggest the bombers had access to classified material which should have been kept confidentially in an office or police station.. The level of inside knowledge required to carry out the bombing in the manner it happened, suggests that the bombers had precise inside of confidential material. Despite the spin, the nature and timing of the attack, pre-supposes very specific details that are unlikely to be anything other than highly significant, according to one source. A highly secretive embarrassing internal inquiry will be investigating, recently recruited nationalists suspected of Crown force collusion, including the role of forces within the Special Branch and covert forces within British army units who formerly had their offices raided. According to one official, the leaks further expose the weakness of a force mixed with all sorts of conflicting interests, including nationalists and the fact that there are no mechanisms for democratic accountability of the various British departments in Ireland or their activities. Moreover, the British government's failure some time ago to implement Patten's requirements, for a new beginning for policing, has left everyone powerless to investigate this matter.The various forces have a force within a force, immune from accountability and immune from scrutiny. Recent recruiting of nationalists and promotion of Special Branch into senior positions of authority throughout the paramilitary police, have polluted any new policing ethos within the force, with security breaches, left right and centre. The bomber's iuntelligence accomplices recently passed through security checkpoints, staffed by armed guards, gained entry to secured coded keypads and opened secure cabinets. They knew exactly what they wanted and they knew exactly where to look. They initially gained access through a ringed 20-metre steel fence with watchtowers, floodlights, classed as impenetrable. They then cracked a network of elaborate security systems, designed to protect some of the northern statelet's most dangerous secrets and intimate details of all paramilitary police personnel. Clearly operating with insider's knowledge, the bombers intelligence operatives, penetrated the heartland of all covert operations. They targeted also an office which runs the network of informers, agents, an important nerve centre for military intelligence and the inner sanctum of counter insurgency operations. According to confirmed reliable reports, having breached the outer security cordon, the masked unit entered the first floor office. One of the men had a Dublin accent. A British agent on the premises was subsequently bound and gagged. The unit gained access to secret files and removed a number of documents, described as highly confidential. They apparently made copies of all the material. They downloaded information from all of the computers. A paramilitary police source has admitted the raid must have involved "someone closely involved with us". 'Very close'; not every officer would have had specific knowledge to access the security systems protecting the most 'highly sensitive' material the British have in Ireland. A former officer admitted, "I worked with the secret services for 30 odd years and I wouldn't know how to do this thing." Nevertheless the paramilitary police remains unacceptable to both unionists and nationalists, because it is widely acknowledged, that no government has the power to curtail the forces within forces. The paramilitary police operates in exactly the same manner that forces within the Special Branch, and forces within MI5, controlled the RUC. "Castlereagh was at the heart of operations in the Six counties for 30 years. It is from Castlereagh that, shoot-to-kill operatives, collusion with loyalists and the torture of republicans was directed." There are also recent revelations, concerning Crown force collusion in the attempted murder of three RUC/paramilitary police members. Further, of the 20,000 official complaints made against the RUC/paramilitary police in recent years only nine have been successfully prosecuted. More 6,000 files were sent to the DPP arising out of the complaints.Of 24 recommended for prosecution, just two police have been found guilty and jailed, one received a suspended sentence, six fined. These figures clearly show the DPP and the system in the six counties are not capable of policing the police. It confirms what nationalists have always known. The RUC/paramilitary police are a law unto themselves, regardless of what crimes they commit.

BBC BRUTISH BULLSCUTTER COPERATION

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.

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Heartless Baggot as in Urban Dictionary

BAGGOT IS A LONDONER

Press Freedom Another Victim of Heartless Policing


The police chief who was in charge of the British police force, that failed to protect a mother, who begged for police protection for her children who then went on to kill herself and her daughter, still refuses to apologize. He has now been promoted with a huge contract worth more than a million pounds sterling to police Ireland for "Her Majesty the Queen of England".

Chief Constable Matt Baggott is the same Baggot who ran England's Leicestershire police force while Fiona Pilkington and her family endured violence, bullying and harassment that drove her to despair. Despite a record of persistent complaints by Ms. Pilkington over a long period of time, Baggot's police often heartlessly ignored her heart wrenching pleas for protection. Instead of being fired, he was promoted to teach loyalists in British occupied Ireland, on the finer points of British policing standards. He has also been awarded the Queen's Police Medal (QPM) and was later also appointed Commander of the Order of the British Empire (CBE).

Baggot has just been serving in Ireland a few short weeks and already the local edition of the British version of the Sunday World's newspaper reports: “Anger as cops leave hanged man’s body on show for three hours”. The police later confirmed that the body was left hanging from the flyover for more than four hours. It had first been spotted by an off-duty officer at 8am, but may have been there longer, and was not removed until close to 1pm."

The Sunday World who also published a picture of the hanging, was criticized for coverage of the matter by Baggot. The image of cars driving past casually was necessary, as available tabloid space for words, could not adequately describe, the horror of the incident's impression. To be fair about the matter, it should be noted that shortly after the picture was taken, the traffic was then stopped by Baggot's British police force in Ireland.

Nevertheless the body was still clearly visible by children from nearby houses for hours on end, before the British police bothered to get screens or remove it. Baggot's police who have massive screens which are normally used in public order situations, to hide Irish resistance to British rule in Ireland from the world's media, were not however used. Baggott's first reaction was again, a form of heartless denial and distinct lack of responsibility, as in the Pilkington case.

Rather than apologize, his first reaction was to criticize a newspaper's Sunday World photos of the incident. Another attempted cover-up, of British double-standards as he selectively criticized media coverage of the victims of his own negligence, while approving of the photos British inspired barbarities, such as the Saddam's hanging for instance, which appear regularly in the media worldwide.

A reporter with the same newspaper, the Sunday World whom the English police chief of northern Ireland criticized, was shot three times as he walked hand-in-hand home with his wife. Almost a decade later the killers have not been charged, although a senior police officer told the inquest at the time, that he was satisfied eight people interviewed after the murder, were responsible.

Neither has the appointment of Martin McGuinness a 'peace proponent', and a former Irish republican turning to Unionist policies, who bizarrely himself has complained about the freedoms given to the local press, after being appointed as " her Majesty's" Deputy first minister in Ireland. Neither has it prompted any of her Majesty's other ministers in occupied Ireland to bother with justice in the matter.

The coroner in the case of the journalist, Martin O'Hagan's murder said at the time he was satisfied with the police theory, that the murder of Mr O'Hagan was "related to investigative journalism in the area." Newsagents in the area are fearful too for their own safety and have also stopped selling newspapers, after being threatened.

A senior detective who has since retired and now works as a police consultant abroad, says that the priority should have been the presence of a doctor and attempts to revive the victim. If death was certain or instance if rigor mortis had set in, the body should have been cut down immediately and taken away for forensic examination.

“I can’t see the logic of leaving it hanging exposed to the elements,” he said. “It would be preferable to cut it down, with the ligature still around the neck, and take it away for forensic examination indoors.”

Almost a decade after an investigative reporter, Martin O’Hagan was shot dead, journalists in Northern Ireland still question why police officers under Baggot\s British supervision have failed to bring anyone to justice:

“Why?”.

Why, they demand to know, has no one been prosecuted, despite publication of massive evidence pointing to a loyalist paramilitary gang near O’Hagan’s former home in Lurgan ???????

The International body, Reporters Without Borders has condemned fresh paramilitary death threats made against other journalists in Ireland.

A leading Belfast journalist recently recieved a threat, accompanied by a bullet, bearing the name, address and car registration number of Robin Livingstone, the editor of the "Andersonstown News", which was sent to a TV studio by a group claiming to be the Red Hand Defenders, thought to be a loyalist paramilitary front, for the occupying British forces that include, M16,M15, British Army, British Police, RUC/PSNI and many other British inspired death squads still roaming the streets of Ireland.

Reporters Without Borders say: "This latest sinister development shows that paramilitaries still feel at liberty to seek to intimidate journalists - a threat worsened by the police failure to catch the killers of Martin O'Hagan." The NUJ has also condemned such "outrageous" action. Jeremy Dear, the union's general secretary, said: "We condemn utterly such threats. It is vital the PSNI acts to protect those under threat and that politicians from all parties deliver a clear message in defence of media freedom and the right of journalists to work free from such threats."

A spokesperson from British Irish Rights Watch, has said the threats are aimed at stifling press freedom, adding: "With the 2001 murder of journalist Martin O'Hagan still unsolved, threats against journalists and others must be taken seriously." However Baggot's British police the PSNI has just recently threatened to imprison the Editor of another leading Irish newspaper, because of a refusal to reveal her sources, a normal journalistic right in any genuine democracy.

Many human rights campaigners have called for the immediate resignation of Baggot and McGuinness for their combined criticism and attacks on press freedom. Even the BBC who normally use selective censorship in Irish affairs, were forced to mention the matter. Sadly in Ireland, decades after the much trumpeted "peace process", Press freedom has been one of the main victims. Ordinary people cower in silence with fear of British inspired death squads that still roam Irish streets. The resurrected disgraced sectarian police force of the former RUC, although given a new makeover name of the PSNI, are still detested by the majority of the population. Strangely the only common theme, that unites working people on both sides of sectarian divide fostered by the British presence, is their common hatred of Baggots newly named police force the PSNI under Baggot's British supervision.

Kill Billy Gently

When the stresses of life as a headboy and the pressures of politcal service in norn iron become too much, the idea of retreating to an exotic place, to get away from it all, can be quite tempting. The high and the mighty of Brit society, have apparently been using tropical islands, as a place for mini breaks and dirty weekends for quite some time now, while the poor commoners who pay taxes to finance them, can hardy afford their obligatory Broadcasting Licence, who then proceed to censor all news about their unsavory activities of their privilged masters, under the cover of Britain's archaic 'Official Secrets Act'.

In this particular case, some 91 full-colour photos, support allegations by decent local people, that the top Monk of Wat Na engaged in fornication with a born again virgin, who is part of an organization, affectionately known in Ireland, as the 'Pig Sucklers of Norn Iron'. The incident also involved two dogs and three 'ladyboys'.

Senior monks from the Governing Board, after examining the photos, announced they were real and pleaded with the press to “beware of publishing them and casting Buddhism in a bad light,” which is a criminal matter under Thai law. Meanwhile the BBC has censored all coverage of the matter, shielding its mainly Christian commoner audience from the rich and powerful.

The head of the country’s Mental Health Department has also warned against publication of the photos, saying they were evidence of mental illness in foreign police forces and could have evil effects on children incapable of interpreting them properly. This has prompted leading psychiatrists to label the head of the country’s Mental Health Department as insane, because they argue, there is simply no proper way what so ever, fro anyone in their right mind to interpret the pictures of utter depraved debauchery.

Investigators have also discovered that these overseas snap visits by British officials from Belfast and Derry, have been happening for quite some time and that on nights when there are no "ladyboys to come sleep with him, he has sex with the dogs". One was a “fluffy-haired” white dog, and the other a white male dog as per BNP regulations.

This particular high profile defendant, who denied he was a 'baggot'(see Urban Dictionary), claimed he was attending an Asian Martial Arts course on the island of Phuket, claiming he was robbed of hundreds of thousands of pounds after entrapment by a ladyboy he met, in the notorious Bangla adult entertainment complex.


The high profile defendant, using an alias and again denying he was a baggot(see Urban Dictionary) told police he checked into a hotel in the Bangtao area and went looking for some non-alcoholic drinking company, like his friend Martin does occasionally. He said he made some new ‘female’ acquaintances and took one of them back to his hotel room, for Evangelical Bible lessons and to teach her about some missionary positions which his friend Martin had informed him about. He poured two non-alcoholic shandys with his right hand and left the room briefly, to talk to his friend Martin on the phone in his left hand about the missionary position.


When he returned, Mr Alias and his ‘girlfriend’ drank more non-alcoholic shandies, at which point he started to feel sleepy. The next thing he knew, it was 2pm the following day and his companion had vanished, along with all his valuables and he was looking at these 91 incriminating photos put in front of him by the police. Mr Alias told police the ‘woman’ had stolen 50,000 pound sterling and a gold ring that Martin gave to him, along with a gold wrist watch, a digital camera, and a digital voice recorder worth a combined total of more than 300,000 pounds sterling, which fortunately were insured.

A local Police Commander said, that the original bait as Mr Alias claimed, had been identified as a 21-year-old ladyboy clalled Pong Suk. Mr Alias claimed he had no idea his ‘lady friend’ was actually a man. He claims that Mr Pong Suk slipped tranquillizers into his shandy before stealing his valuables. Mr Pong Suk however claims that he was approached originally by a very "feely' Mr ..ahem..Alias who was still denying he was baggot.


An arrest warrant has been issued for Mr Pong Suk and after Mr Alias made a suitable anonymous donation to a local charity, he was released with a caution, after a phone call from a high ranking politician at Stormont. Mr Alias is believed to be the second high-profile foreign Brit victim to be drugged and robbed by a ladyboy in less than a month.

Last month, a recently recruited Unionist high profile politician reportedly lost a laptop, belonging to the Department of Defence after being drugged and robbed by another ladyboy he met in a go-go bar. It is not known what steps the British government and Martin McGuinness have taken to stop these security breaches by undercover ladyboys.

Meanwhile a leading online republican publication in Ireland, called The Rebel's Yell has been accused of discrimination against dissident protestants, with a recent article targeting Kung-Fu legend David Carradine who was also found in a compromising position in Siam, unfortunately in this instance dead. The article which is believed to have targeted David simply on the basis of his role in the film Kill Bill.

In an interview Gail Jensen, Carradine's third ex-wife, said he enjoyed tying himself up at their California ranch and experimented with drowning himself in their pool. "He had his kinky moments," said Jensen, who was married to Carradine from 1986 to 1997. She added that the late actor like Mr Alias saw the sex acts as a form of meditation and stress release. Jensen also revealed that Carradine "would tie himself up, and I would walk in and see him and say, 'Oh, my God, David, you've got to be kidding me,'" in a totally born again manner.

A RAMBLING IRISHMAN

A Third Revisionist Policeman

"As I came round the bend of the road, an extraordinary spectacle was presented to me. About a hundred yards away, on the left-hand side, was a house which astonished me. It looked as if it was painted like an advertisement on a board on the roadside and indeed very poorly painted. It looked completely false and unconvincing. It did not seem to have any depth or breadth and looked like it would not deceive a child. That was not in itself sufficient to surprise me because I had seen pictures and notices by the roadside before. What bewildered me was the sure knowledge deeply-rooted in my mind, that there were people inside it. I had no doubt at all that it was the barracks of the policeman. I had never seen anything with my eyes ever in my life before anything so unnatural and appalling and my gaze faltered about the thing uncomprehendingly as if at least one of the customary dimensions was missing, leaving no meaning in the remainder…

I kept on walking, but walked more slowly. As I approached, the house seemed to change its appearance. At first, it did nothing to reconcile itself with the shape of an ordinary house but it became uncertain in outline like a thing glimpsed under ruffled water. Then it became clear again and I saw that it began to have some back to it, some small space for rooms behind the frontage. I gathered this from the fact that I seemed to see the front and the back of the ‘building’ simultaneously from my position approaching what should have been the side. As there was no side that I could see I thought the house must be triangular with its apex pointing towards me but when I was only fifteen yards away I saw a small window apparently facing me and I knew from that that there must be some side to it. then I found myself almost in the shadow of the structure, dry-throated and timorous from wonder and anxiety. It seemed ordinary enough at close quarters except that it was very white and still. It was momentous and frightening: the whole morning and the whole world seemed to have no purpose at all save to frame it and give it some magnitude and position so that I could find it with my simple senses and pretend to myself that I understood it. A constabulary crest above the door told me it was a police station. I had never seen a police station like it."



Flann O'Brien - The Third Policeman




There's a bad smell in thon barracks, all over norn iron…the pigs…the coming of Baggot…t…Marteen's plan…we are saved …the....There was always a bad smell in the barracks in the bhogside. Passers-by neither stopped nor even walked when in its vicinity but raced past its entry and never ceased, until they were half a mile from the bad smell. There was a house two hundred yards down the road from it and the smell was that bad, that the people there cleared out, went to Amerikay and never came back.

Police at the barracks were guilty of this stench. You see there was a born again virgin sow there, which was possessed. She had numerous teats. There was none for one wee one though, when the piglets were suckling for their nourishment from her, altogether as always. Marteen was a shy one in the beginning and when hunger struck the piglets, all at the same time, he was left with nothing at all. Unfortunately God's every creature possesses its own smell and this pig's inherited aroma was rotten.

When Marteen was little, he had a little smell. When his size increased, his smell grew accordingly. When he was big, the smell was likewise big. At first, the situation was not too bad hroughout the day, because they left all the windows open, the door unshut and great gales of wind swept through the barracks. But when darkness fell and the sow came in with the piglets to sleep, that indeed was the situation which defies both oral and written description.

Well you see, the sow with all the teats became a born again virgin but the smell stayed all the same. In the middle of the night it still seemsed the piglet suckers of norn iron(PSNI, abb.,) would never see the morning alive. Some of them often still went outside to walk ten miles in the rain, trying to escape from the stench, you see for their safety, they slept in their barracks at night for fear of the wrath of the dissident protestant population. The barrack dogs even refused to come in at night and were found every morning drenched and wet, there was hardly a night without a downpour in bhogside. Their dogs however as a result of interaction with the occasional local street bitches and mongrels, were in good humour, despite all they suffered from the inclemency of the weather. Strangely enough, as a result of some baggot training from their english master, they were never hungry in the morning.

Anyway, matters continued like this for a little while at the Bhogside PSNI barracks, while Marteen was swelling rapidly and the local Sergeant said that shortly, he would be fat enough to be out on parole with the other fat pigs. He was the Sergeant's baggot pet and that is why they could not drive out this unfragrant pig from the barracks by cudgeling, although their health was failing due to the putrid stench.

One morning the PSNI noticed suddenly that Marteen, all in one night it seemed, had increased to a fearful size. He was as tall as the sergeant but much wider. His belly reached the ground and his flanks were so swollen that they would frighten even the most loyal of commoners. The Sergeant was putting down a large pot of potatoes for the pig's dinner, when he too noticed that all was neither good nor natural. 'pon me soul! Said he, this one here is about to burst! When he scrutinized Marteen sharply, it was clear that the poor craythur was almost fully cylindrical, although only last night he appeared sausage-like to the sergeant.. Whether it was due to over-eating or over sucking of the artificially created teat the sergeant regularly gave him or some other foul disease struck him, nobody was sure.. The smell was now almost insufferable for all at the barracks and especially the one PSNI sowlet fainted at the end of the barracks, her health failed due to the stench.

If this pig is not put out of the barracks at once, said she from the bed at the end of the barracks, I'll set the barracks on fire and blame the protestant dissidents for it, that will put an end to the hard life in this barracks of ours and even if we finish up later in hell, at least that roasted pig would smell better ! Hell ! we can't as it is even go home to our families at night, with so many of them dissident protetsants from both sides waiting for us.

The sergeant was puffing at his peace pipe strenuously, in an attempt to fill the barracks with smoke, as a defence against the stench and the sight of Marteen. He replied to her, Woman he said ! the poor craythur is sick and I'm slow to push him out and he without his health or a friend left in the Bhogside. 'Tis true right enough, that this stench is beyond belief but don't you see that the pig himself is making no complaint, although he has a snout on him just like yourself there.

He’s dumb from his own stench, she said.

If that's the way it is, said she to the sergeant, I'll put rushes in flames in the barracks! The two of them continued bickering with one another for a long while but at last the sergeant agreed to eject Marteen. He went forward plamasing the pig to the door with whistling, nonsensical bullscutter and pet-words but Marteen stayed as he was, unmoved. It must have been that the pig's senses were deadened by the smell and that he failed to hear what the sergeant had to say. At any rate, the sergeant took down a shillelagh and drove the pig to the door, lifting him, bating him and poking him with his weapon. When he reached the door it appeared that Marteen had become too fat, to go out between the jams.

'pon me soul! said the sergeant, but the poor craythur is too well-fed and the door is too narrow, although there is room in it for an elephant.

If that's the way of it said the PSNI born again sowlet from the bed, then 'tis the way and 'tis hard to get away from what's going to happen us.

Her voice was weak and low and 'twas certain she was now willing to bow to her fate, to the rottenness of the pig, and to face hell. Suddenly a smothering fire arose in the end of the barracks, with the PSNI burning their own place. Back went the sergent in a jump, threw a couple of ould sacks on the smoke and bate them with a big baseball bat sent from Amerkay, until the fire was quenched. He then bate his subordinate sowlet and gave her the benefit of his advice while doing so.

God bless us and save us! There was never such a hard a life as that which Marteen gave them for a fortnight after that. There's no describing the smell in the barracks. The pig was doubtlessly ill and vapour arose from him, reminiscent of a corpse above ground for a month. The Bhogside barracks was rotten and putrid from top to bottom. During that time the virgin sowlet was at the end of the barrracks unable to stand or speak. At the end of the fortnight, she said goodbye quietly and feebly and set her face towards eternity.

The sergeant was smoking his peace pipe as energetically as ever during the night, as a shield against the stench. He leapt up and dragged the sick sowlet out to the road, saving her from death although both of them were drenched to the skin. The following day all the beds of the barracks were put out by the road in the Bhogside and the sergeant said that there they would remain, because said he, it is better to be without barracks or life, even if they were drowned in the norn iron rain at night or burned by the dissident protestants, that death itself was better than the hell within a PSNI barracks.

Adam O'Geriatric happened to be going along the road, on his way from Belfast next morning, when he saw the unfragrant pigs beds outside, beneath the sky, beside the deserted barracks, he stopped and struck up a conversation with the sergeant.

'Tis true that I don't understand life said he and the reason that the beds are outside, but look at the barracks on fire! , he said.

The sergeant's glazed eyes fixated on his barracks while he shook his head.

That's not a fire, said he, but a dirty big rotten pig left in our barracks by the name of Marteen. That's not smoke that's drifting from the barracks, as ye think Adam, thats pig-steam.

That steam is not pleasing to me at all, a tall, said Adam, I'm ashamed of it.

There's no health in it, right enough ! replied the sergeant.

Adam meditated on it for a while he too sucked a peace pipe.

It must be the way of it, said he, that this particular pig of yours is a pet, otherwise you would have cut his throat long ago and buried him?

'Tis true, tis true right enough for you, Adam, said he.

If that’s the way, said Adam, I'll give ye help!

He went up on the roof of the barracks and put scraws of dry grass in the chimney-opening. He closed the doors and blocked the windows with pig excrement and discarded jam rags from the born again virgins of the RUC, to keep air from going in or out.

Now, said he, ye must stop squealing for an hour.

'pon me soul, said the sergeant, I don't understand your work but it's a wonderful world that's there today and if you're pleased with what your at, I won't go against you.



After an hour, Adam O'Geriatric opened the door and they all went in except the born again virgin sowlet, who was still weak and feeble on her damp bed. Marteen was stretched out cold and dead, on the hearth-stone. He died of his own stench and a black cloud of smoke wafted from him and almost smothered everyone. The sergeant was very upset but gave heartfelt thanks to Adam and ceased puffing his peace pipe for the first time in years. Marteen was buried in an honourable and becoming manner for any pig. Everything was all right once more in the Bhogside. The sick sowlet died from her ill-health and was once more energetic, boiling large pots of potatoes for the other pigs, who were all enjoying the perfume of roasted pork in their new location.

Marteen was an odd sort of a pig and I do not think his like will be smelt again. Good luck to him if he's alive in another world today!


- Myles O'Ryding

Bob Dylan and the Newry Highwayman

The Oxford Dictionary defines the word dissident as being PROTESTANT.


Click HERE for Urban Dictionary definition of the word Baggot;



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.