Jews Dogs Muslims Palestinian Media Watch
July 4, 2007
For those who think that the Muslim religion is harmless here is a website that EVERYONE should check out once a week and every week at that.
There are of course those who will say that this is just one particular brand of fanatical Islam and that it is not typical of how most Muslims actually feel and to those I have nothing to say as I just don’t believe them. You can check out the Irish Muslim sites to see what they have to say but before you do that let me make a prediction..You will find anti Israeli propaganda. You would imagine that there would be a diversity of political views from Muslims in Ireland , after all Catholics and Protestants have differing views depending on the individual and so you would expect this same diversity to be reflected among Muslims but you would be wrong as Muslims all have the same opinion. Regardless of social background and their country of origin all Muslims are anti Israeli.
It may of course be that Muslims are by birth more politically aware than all other peoples but a more reasonable explanation is that Muslims just don’t like Jews. Lets be quite clear about this it has nothing to do with Muslims being apposed to Israeli Imperialism , which without doubt exists , but to the fact that Islam , as it is practiced today , is fundamentally racist.
We don’t need such people in Ireland. …….and before someone shouts , “RACIST” , let me remind all that Islam is not a race but a religion , which is to say an ideology. Most Muslims in Ireland come here from various countries so it has nothing to do with being against a particular nationality or any nationality for that matter. There are plenty of good decent people being deported from Ireland but it seems that anti Jewish Muslims are more than welcome here.
Lucy Gaffney Stanislaus Kennedy
June 24, 2007
Try to imagine the scene. It wont do any good but try all the same. Imagine your poor , really poor. Maybe you were brought up in an Irish orphanage , or maybe your parents were , but either way life has not been good to you. Think of all the things that make life as you know it and now imagine that you never had them. It still wont do any good but keep trying. If you have children , children who had a normal life in a normal home try to imagine what it’s like to only have one wish for your kids and that that they had never been born. Try to imagine your kids at maybe eight years of age being addicted to heroin. Try to imagine it. It’s got to do with low self esteem. Imagine you and your kids never had any. Think what it must be like to only want death for your children , because the alternative is a lot worse. But most of all , and this is the really important bit , try to imagine that it doesn’t matter what you feel or think because either way you just don’t have a voice. Nobody is listening. Try very had to think what your worst nightmare might be , and I don’t mean something like having you kids die or something like that. That happens all the time and people adapt , they get over it or they cope. I mean think of a real nightmare , the sort that doesn’t end , the sort there’s no escape from. Throw away all your possessions , leave your home , put your kids on the street , do it all ….but your still nowhere near to understanding. You still haven’t got a clue.
So don’t tell me that you know who the enemy is. You don’t even know whats going on. And don’t try to second guess me. Don’t tell me what I’m thinking because , believe me , you just don’t know. Don’t try to understand , there’s conceit in that. Just accept that you don’t know , that it’s not in your gift to know. Don’t look sympathetic and then start telling me things. Say nothing. Don’t tell me it’s not raining just because you got an umberalla. And don’t think. Because if you think you’ll get it wrong.
How many valium tablets does it take to kill a child? It’s not as easy to work that one out as you might think. It’s not like in the movies with Betty Davis or something like that. The body rejects tablets if taken in too large a dose. The chances are they would just vomit them all up and still not be dead. And then where would you be?
The first thing you notice are the big iron gates. Just like an orphanage. Or your idea of an orphanage. You feel physically sick just seeing them but you don’t have any controll. It’s the way things are and it’s always been like this. You walk past the high grey wall with a row of windows on your right. Institution windows. Or your idea of institution windows. You get to the front door , a big over-sized door , like the door of an institution. By this time your shaking , you want to go away , it’s like living a nightmare all over again but you keep walking. The first thing that hits you is the smell. The sort of smell you get in hospitals and old folks homes. If they dropped you blindfold from a helicopter you would still know that this was not a normal place. You take a few steps into the lobby. Holy pictures and crucifixes. And then you come face to face with them.
And the truth is that you don’t want to see them , you don’t want to see their faces. You feel disgust. Anger too. But most of all disgust. By this time the sweat is poring down your back and you feel queasy , the smell , the holy pictures , the whole place , you just don’t want to be there.
” I’m here to see my wife”………..and then the questions begin. You have to answerer the questions. You don’t have a choice. It’s not an optional extra. It’s always the same questions and they know the answers because you’ve done this a hundred times but you still have to answer. They can tell your not comfortable. You could cut the atmosphere with a knife. Nobody is fooling nobody as they say. The insincere smiles. , the unwanted familiarity …..they use your christian name. The name you let your friends use. ….it’s clever that. It has to do with power.
After she was cremated. Maybe a month or so after somebody (meaning well) gave my daughter the book. It broke her heart. It still does to this day. The pain , how can you describe that sort of pain? Sr. Stanislaus Kennedy , “Gardening the Soul“. A book of spiritual contemplation. She gave a full page to my wife , my daughters mother , and lied. Dirty lies. And when told of the pain it had caused?…blood from a stone..
Stanislaus Kennedy. Spokesperson for Focus Ireland/Stanhope Green Sheltered Housing/Irish Sisters of Charity/Member of the Council of State/spokesperson Immigration Council of Ireland , a government appointee. After the best part of forty years , industrial schools and orphanages she still claims she knew nothing. In another time and another place , in Poland , they swore ( the crematorium towers clear , visible on the horizon) they didn’t know what was going on. How do you think it feels , sitting in the penny dinner hall (crucifixes and holy pictures) knowing your there because your mother was a broken person leaving you broken too. Stanislaus Kennedy , member of The Council of State , you’ve never met her but you know the name. You remember , you remember your mother using that name , you remember the pain in her face. And your sitting in the dinner hall with a cup of tea before you. It has that smell too , like prisons and orphanages , the nun , the helper who gave you the tea just a little too familiar.
Bernard Roy Duggan. London , Shepard’s Bush , the nineteen seventies. A young man ( a dear friend) he looked like a pop star , beautiful and young he stood out in the crowd. Like a magnet he drew others to him. But late at night I used to hear him in the next room. The howls , the animal howls from the next room. A damaged young man. Sometimes , late at night he would come into my room , sit on the bed and put his face in his hands and cry like a child. I’ve never seen so much pain in one human being. Bernard Roy Duggan , an orphan raised by the Sitters of Charities , died of his own hand. No one , not a soul to mourn him. Bernard Roy Duggan.
When I was about eight years of age my mother brought me and my big sister up to the school ( Haddington Road). My sister wanted to go to the technical school. The nuns wanted her to go to the college. They said she had brains , natural aptitude , that my mother should send her to the college. I remember it like it was yesterday , holding my mother’s hand and the nuns using all the persuasion they could muster to make her see the advantages of a college education. I remember looking up at my mother when one of the nuns , having exhausted all the arguments had looked at my mother and said , “She’ll meet a better class of person”. ….’the only time in my life that I heard my mother curse.
Jack B. Yeates , “The Liffey Swim”. If you stand just where the artist stood when making the sketch for this picture and take a few paces to your left then cross the road you’ll see it right in front of you. The church , the side entrance with the door that opens on to the dinner room….. Lucy Gaffney , The Merchants Quay Project/NPAR/blah blah blah/Stanislaus Kennedy. Sharing the same committees , the same agenda. You can tell them by the company they keep. Appointed by the same government ministers. The same arrogance. The Immigration Council of Ireland. The talking down. And in the background the dinner rooms. The ‘penny’ dinners. Don’t tell me , don’t tell me anything. Don’t try and second guess me. Don’t try to understand. Just listen. Like rape , it’s all to do with power. Don’t look for explanations.
There is a video to be found on the Internet. A man. A Japanese man is seen , on his knees and begging for his life. Begging. A group of men behind him and one of them is holding a copy of the Koran. They let him beg just long enough for him to look less than manly and then they cut his throat. As I walk into the city most days I cross Baggot Street Bridge , turn left and pass on the right hand side of the street a building ,The Irish Sisters of Charity with a notice outside to let you know that you can have a guided tour (with tea and biscuits throw in) , but I’ve never set foot in the place. I don’t have to , my wife worked in the laundry there , cleaning their dirt.
And as I’ve said , don’t tell me anything. Apart from everything were not even friends , I don’t even know you. And this is not a conversation. This is not some idle chat. Stanislaus Kennedy and Lucy Gaffney , what’s in a name? The truth is it doesn’t matter. Those black and white films I used to watch as a child in the local flee pit where the good guys always won in the end. Just fairy tales for kids.
No , I don’t want to know your opinion. I just want you to go away.
Immigration Ireland Polish Phillippines East European.
June 16, 2007
When we talk about immigration into Ireland , regardless of whether it’s Polish , Filipino or East European immigration we are addressing not a hypothetical immigration but one as it exists in reality. This is of primary importance as we must , if we are to have a serious debate , know exactly what it is we are talking about in the first place. Most people , if asked about immigration, will assume that they are in fact being asked about the current level of immigration. So when we speak of the pro immigration or anti immigration lobby what we really mean is the pro mass immigration and anti mass immigration lobby. If we are to have an honest debate then we must keep this in mind. The adjective ‘ mass ‘is used here not as an emotive term but simple as an accurate statement of the reality of the level of such immigration. Given the small indigenous population of this country the influx of hundreds of thousands of immigrants may be fairly stated as being a mass immigration. The same word was used quite happily to describe the emigration from this country at a time when the actual figures for this were in fact smaller than those that apply to immigration.
Those who argue the cause of mass immigration invariably do so in terms of morality. So let us look at the morality of their argument. They claim that immigration is ‘good for the county’ but this is surely an immoral argument. Unless of course we regard self interest as the measurement of morality.Surely morality is to be found when we do something which is not in our own interest and which may indeed be even injurious to us but we do it none the less as it is the morally right thing to do. Then there is the issue of whether it’s right in the first place to import people to work for a wage which few if any Irish people would consider acceptable at all. The argument here is that these people want to work in Ireland and are happy to do so for a low wage and so we should go along with this situation.
To understand the true morality at work here let us consider just one fact. There are 100.00 East European women engaged in prostitution throughout western Europe at any given time. The fact that most of these may be doing so against their will and have been tricked into it by some means or another just shows how vulnerable much of the population of Eastern Europe is. It is important to remember this. And when the new breed of Irish business woman looks to Eastern Europe or the Philippines for a child minder the very fact that they look to these countries speaks volumes about the values of such women. They don’t employ American or British women for this task as they would of course have to pay what most Irish child minders would regard as a decent wage so they import their help from those countries who’s women folk don’t have the luxury of being in the position of demanding a proper wage. That some people from countries such as the Philippines are prepared to travel thousands of miles to be little more than a servant to an Irish woman can easily be explained if we look at the backwardness of such societies. The fact that a woman who lives in a society where children are either sold into prostitution if not just killed in the street simply means that they are nothing short of desperate to get out and earn money anywhere. That idea that we as a nation should take advantage of this situation is nothing short of revolting.
Why do we not import all our domestic help from Darfur. We could pay the minimum wage and then boast about how moral we were? And of course the citizens of Darfur would no doubt queue up for the privilege of earning a wage in this country. Let us be very clear about what’s going on here. This is exploitation plain and simple. There is and can be no moral argument that can justify it. To claim that Irish people will not do the jobs that these people do is of course a lie. If employers offered a decent wage there would be no shortage of Irish people willing and ready to do just about any job.
Lucy Gaffney (NPAR) and people like her , champions of mass immigration who at the same time are raking in profits from their plundering of the countries of Eastern Europe, should be seen for what they are. Not only do they lie and twist language to mean whatever they wish it to mean they also in their arrogance just take it for granted that you , the Irish people are inherently stupid and that you cannot see what’s going on.
The Face of Evil Stanislaus Kennedy Sisters of Charity.
August 25, 2006
Evil, as the saying goes has many faces. This is one of
them. She’s a nun (surprise , surprise ). ‘An Irish nun. She is one
of the order of the Sisters of Charity. She has done ‘good works’
and ’served the poor’. She has many honors to her name not
least of which is that she was appointed to the Council of State
in Ireland. She is ‘highly thought of’ by those who, by nature of
good fortune, have never been really poor…..or in need.
She is a GOOD WOMAN.
That’s what people say. The people that is who control the media,
the people who’s opinion matters. What her victims (sorry, clients)
think of her is of no concern ….after all , they have no voice and
really don’t matter. She has ‘helped the poor of Ireland now for
fifty years and at this moment runs a housing (protective housing)
project in Dublin called ‘Stanhope Green’ . The inmates are , for
the most part , women who had the misfortune to be brought up
in orphanages run by nuns just like her.
This Stanhope Green has high walls and locked gates. It’s full
of damaged people…..vulnerable people that is……
……..and most of them came out of orphanages……unprepared
for life ……. and with low self esteem.
Her name is Sister Stanislaus Kennedy ……
I will write about here some more in future posts.
This post originally had a link to it which when I just checked it was out of date. Rather than it happen again I will just add a footnote here. People like this woman need the downtrodden. If there was no misery they would have to create it. It’s their stock in trade. My wife lived in Stanhope Green so I have first hand knowledge of the place. My wife was educated by these people in orphanages for years and this qualified her to work in one of their many laundries. And you know the phrase , “Give us the child and well make the man”. If my wife had been sent to one of their private convents she would of course left with different expectations. The vast majority of people , vulnerable people this is , who go through these convents come out damaged. And later in life end up in places like Stanhope Green. There is no dignity in such places. And of course some inmates will even express gratitude to these people but we all know what is at work in this dynamic. If you have any information relating to this or similar intuitions please get in touch.
My wife died some years ago and for anyone who may be interested I will tell her story as best as I can within the next couple of months so check back in lets say the first week in June 2007.
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