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My father is 84 years old. He was born into poverty in one of Dublins' tenement houses on Mercer Street, a stones throw from Dublins now fashionale St Stephens Green in 1940, 8 rooms housing 13 families with a single toilet outside He's paid his taxes all his life. He's worked in a state company paying brutal levels of tax and rates, all after being forced like millions of other Irish to seek a living in Britain because the Vatican statelet he was born into had no room for working class Dubliners. He's kept the speed limit, bought his own home, followed the rules, kept his head down, and played the game. Now, the Irish State will take the home He's worked for all his life to pay for his care if he needs care, the grossly dysfunctional health system he paid for with his decades of toil is incapable of looking after him or his wife, despite it's multi billion Euro budgets it swallows, it, like the rest of the Irish states calamatous functionaries is beset by a culture of permacrisis and petty corruption and ineptitude What awaits his grandkids and great grandkids is a fate far more dismal than his when he grew up in Dublin. No homes. No health care and no hope, all presided over by an endemically dysfunctional political zombie class of willfully deluded EU obsessed aparachiks Meanwhile, that same putrid political elite peddle a fantasy celebration of an "evolved ireland" An Ireland where woke delusion takes precedence over the needs of the vast majority, a majority abandoned to an EU dictated delusion narrated by a crooked client mainstream media terrified of challenging the same Masters it is paid to vindicate on it's airwaves and in its pages. An Ireland where a tiny green obsessed elite wields a vastly disproportionate influence over our political landscape. An Ireland where we've completely forgotten who and what we are as a society, an Ireland where the welfare of the people is a reactionary response rather than the central rationale of government. While my father is nearing the end of his journey, those unlucky enough to be embarking on the beginning of theirs face a dismal reality, they'll never own an irish home, never be able to afford to raise an Irish family, and certainly never be able to make their own country their home, unlike a huge influx of "new irish" they will recive little or no assistance from the state their forefathers built. They, like my old man, will have to leave Ireland to make their way while the Vassal EU class of politicians in charge of our bananna Republic blame anyone but themselves for the abject failure they and their predecessors have led us into. The words of a great and often misunderstood irishman are ringing in my ears tonight Let them ring in yours. "And I say to my people’s masters: Beware, Beware of the thing that is coming, beware of the risen people, Who shall take what ye would not give. Did ye think to conquer the people, Or that Law is stronger than life and than men’s desire to be free? We will try it out with you, ye that have harried and held, Ye that have bullied and bribed, tyrants, hypocrites, liars!"