Imagine if Iran bombed Washington and killed students in schools, what would you call it? Terrorists
The U.S. and Israel bombed Tehran and killed students in schools. Why do you call it a "pre-emptive strike"?
Bombing a school is a war crime under international humanitarian law
***Ireland is tearing itself apart. Here’s why. 🇮🇪***
Over the last few weeks, stepping deeper into Irish X, I spent too much time arguing—replying, threading, debating—as if facts, statistics, stories could convince anyone.
They can’t.
I see that now.
I wasn’t changing minds.
I wasn’t even arguing in any real sense.
I was crashing into instincts most people don’t even realise they’re obeying.
Instincts that were once human, even noble, but now are blind and broken.
Reason has collapsed.
Debate is theatre.
People aren't weighing ideas—they're acting out gut instincts wired long before they ever opened their mouths.
There are no real sides anymore.
Only reflexes—blind, wounded, and violent—smashing against each other in a country that no longer knows what it is.
That’s why it feels pointless.
That’s why nobody changes their mind.
We’re not reasoning anymore.
We’re colliding—and worse, we’re drifting towards something irreversible, something that, once started, cannot be undone.
Here’s the fracture line: ⚡
On the Irish Left:
The instinct is simple.
Ireland must never become the oppressor.
Compassion for the outsider is not just a virtue—it’s a commandment.
And that instinct is real.
It’s honest.
It comes from something deep: colonisation, famine, exile, humiliation—an entire history of being the ones locked out, spat on, erased.
From that history comes the reflex: always open the door.
Never close it behind you.
Never become what we once hated.
And let me be clear:
I share that instinct.
I am proud that Irish voices stand with the people of Palestine today, when so many others are silent.
Our history wired that into us.
It’s part of who we are.
But instincts run blind if you never question them.
When compassion refuses limits, when it demands suicide dressed up as virtue, it ceases to be compassion at all.
It becomes something else.
It becomes self-erasure.
Today, if you question the costs of mass immigration—on housing, on services, on the fragile thread of Irish identity—you’re not debated.
You’re denounced.
Not mistaken—evil.
Not wrong—dangerous.
It’s no longer about disagreement.
It’s about silencing.
It’s about making certain realities unspeakable.
No nation survives if it mistakes open borders for sainthood.
And on the other side—what is lazily sneered at as "the far right":
The instinct is even older.
Ireland is the homeland of the Irish people.
Not because we hate the outsider.
But because we love what we are.
I believe in this instinct.
I believe the world would be a smaller, meaner place without the Irish.
In the words of James Connolly:
"Ireland for me is nothing without the Irish people."
But I can feel us slipping away.
And if you’ve lived here with your eyes open, you can feel it too.
The streets you knew.
The words you grew up with.
The world that shaped you.
Stripped away, piece by piece, one unspoken compromise at a time.
And the loss doesn’t go away.
It lives inside you.
It rots.
If you don’t know how to carry it, it curdles into hate.
And honestly, X doesn’t help.
Every day, scrolling through this endless feed of chaos, threats, silence, mockery—
you can feel the rot setting in.
You can feel yourself being pulled towards it.
But the need doesn’t die.
The need for roots.
The need to know you weren’t born into this world by accident.
The need to belong to something older, harder, truer than yourself.
Without roots, without place, without belonging, man is overboard in an indifferent universe.
Without them, you’re a stranger to yourself.
Without them, a people dies.
And this is where the collision happens.
One side pretends belonging doesn’t matter.
The other side knows it does—
but there is a danger that it rots into paranoia, bitterness, and the instinct to destroy what cannot be controlled.
Both instincts can be poisoned.
But right now, today, it’s not the poisoned love of belonging that’s collapsing Ireland.
It’s compassion without memory.
Compassion without limits.
Compassion that demands we erase ourselves to prove our goodness.
A country that forgets its people digs its own grave.
And Ireland is already standing at the edge, smiling, sleepwalking towards the fall.
But it’s not written anywhere that we have to lie down.
Not yet.
I don’t know what the solution is.
But I know this:
If these instincts don’t start listening to each other—don’t find some way to reconcile—
then Ireland will tear itself apart.
Not tomorrow.
Not next year.
But inevitably.
The Ireland being built now—the hollowed-out, rootless Ireland of the 21st century—will fail the way every other hollowed-out country fails:
with anger, with distrust, with collapse.
And all the talk of prosperity, of reunification, of a brighter future will collapse—because no future can survive without a people to carry it. 🇮🇪
Sean Meehan was given a 4 month suspended sentence and asked to pay €10,000 in court fees because he built a cabin on his own land.
Meanwhile IPAS centres don’t need planning permission.
In which instance were you lying @MichealMartinTD?
“The triple lock is the core of our neutrality”
“The triple lock has absolutely nothing to do with our military neutrality”
A man who was caught with over 1,800 images of child abuse material after gardaí were alerted to an exchange of material on an instant messaging app has been given a suspended sentence https://t.co/EQkojSnksg
CANADA. Latest government data show that six years after legalising #cannabis, now only 3% of consumers access their supply through illegal sources. This is a huge triumph and complete vindication of Canada's progressive #drugspolicy https://t.co/RptgbMtl8x
Does anyone really believe the 28 councillors who voted unanimously against this motion genuinely think it's irrelevant/evil to know what proportion on the housing list are foreign nationals? I'm sure the vast majority of constituents would be interested to know. After all, it's just information. What could be wrong with having more information? Representative governance in this country is completely hollowed out at all levels. They might as well be robots.
Are we actually seeing evidence of a Fine Gael cover up of a womans murder? We all grew up with this heartbreaking and chilling disappearance. What the fuck is going on?
Received a letter from Revenue this week. In April 2023 they seized 10kg of incoming greenhouse flower, destined for our kitchen's & tea mix. Go on then, add it to the mound.
However now, in September 2024, the State has decided to begin ALL NEW HIGH COURT PROCEEDINGS against myself and our company. A fresh Plenary Summons in the High Court. A fresh legal case organised and issued by the State - fresh paperwork, time, resources, barristers, money. Tax money, don't forget.
Now you take a step back and think about what's actually happening here.
We've been at the forefront of this thing for coming up on 5 years. Our case is, according to all the legal people concerned, the most comprehensive example of the CBD cannabis issue in Ireland. There's a lot of moving pieces involved behind the scenes, evidence, affidavit's, there's a broad spectrum of reference points to thrash this thing out & get on with things, let the industry develop. It's the longest standing challenge in the Country. Not to mention the sheer volume of product seized and the relatively high levels of publicity which surrounded the Little Collins case.
Yet we can't get a Hearing.
The State steadfastly refuses to meet us in Court head-to-head on this front. We've seen not one but two cases put before us, the first of which was not even a trading entity.
Both of those cases lost, the first not surprisingly, the second - involving Denise Lynch from D Hemp shop in Cavan, who is a warrior and whom we have the utmost respect for - under a ruling numerous people with knowledge in the matter have described as, well, horseshit.
But they won't hear the Little Collins case. Oh no! Our Hearing due for October was bumped just days before the D Hemp Hearing in July. I'd never seen our solicitor, who has been on this since Day 1 and is as calm a bloke as you could encounter, so angry or upset as when that happened.
They won't hear our case but they WILL begin all new proceedings against us. They WILL continue to kick the Little Collins can down the road and ignore the plain facts, the plain as day common sense truth of the matter, which they so expertly danced around and obfuscated in Denise's own hearing --
Namely, that CBD cannabis - hemp cannabis with <0.3% THC - is NOT DANGEROUS TO HUMAN HEALTH. It never has been dangerous to human health and it never will be. This is the crux of the whole argument. And the State can not, will not ever prove the product is dangerous, no matter what semantic wonderland they conjure up.
And they know this very well. Everyone knows this very well. Do you think, if what we and others have been selling for over half a decade now, were dangerous - someone would have noticed by now? There might have been complaints, letters to TD's, hospital admissions, dodgy lab results and the like? Curious isn't it!
But the State aren't playing the common sense game. They're playing the control game. Have been the whole time.
In 2017/2018, a grass roots cannabis industry sprung up in this Country right under their noses. And ever since they have been seething about it! They want total control of the industry before it begins; they want to dictate the rules of engagement and walk their international pharma buddies through the door, keys to the kingdom waiting inside.
The rollout of the CBD legislation in Ireland doesn't stop at hemp, the State knows this. It's a stepping stone and not far down the path from hemp is adult-use, hence they're desperate to get this thing on their own terms. Desperate to control and dictate who can play and who cannot. Once cannabis is legal federally in the States, the pressure will only mount further here for real tangible change.
They do not want an industry which supports small-to-medium businesses, which supports local growers, entrepreneurs and micro-farms, equal opportunity for responsible retailers no matter the size.
They want to build a soft landing for the big boys to plonk their arses and suck up ALLLL of the milkshake! Package it up in plastic and spit it out the other end, syphon that value-chain offshore and force-feed an inferior product to an obedient audience.
But that is not the cannabis industry Ireland wants or deserves. The blue sky potential here must be channeled locally. There are so many different facets and angles to the plant which could animate a thriving native industry, running on it's own internal combustion, to the benefit of the Irish people, economy and environment.
We firmly believe the next great Irish exports could be cannabis products. Homegrown, house-made. With informed, responsible legislation, the plant doesn't need to be hidden behind a medical aura. It's a flowering herb. We've been consuming it for time immortal. Don't strangle the life out of something positive for this Country before it's even begun!
And don't take the piss with us! Everyone knows you're out of touch on the cannabis issue and anyone who knows what's happening with CBD knows just how ridiculous the whole thing is.
Remember: we will never give up!
We ain't going anywhere.
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