As Europes idiotic, bankrupt and failed political elites attempt the start a devastating War of distraction with Russia-
The great Peter Sellers foretold it all in 1959
"Gentlemen, we are bankrupt, we are poised at the edge of Disaster, theres only one thing for it, War!"
Ireland ran on cattle for 2,000 years before it ran on potatoes, and the switch was done to it.
Ireland and the potato go together like the setup of a bad joke, and the joke assumes it was ever thus. A poor wet island whose people, for reasons of their own, bet everything on one vegetable and lost. Sad, and somehow their own doing.
The potato did not reach Ireland until about 1590. Ask what the island lived on for the twenty centuries before and every source gives one answer: milk. The Irish called it banbhia, white foods. Fresh milk, sour milk, buttermilk, curds, soft cheese, hard cheese, and butter by the bogful. Wealth was counted in cows, and so were fines, dowries and the price of a man's honour. The national epic is about a cattle raid. An English visitor in 1690 grumbled that they took milk "above twenty several sorts of ways" and liked it best when it was sourest.
The English understood this diet perfectly, because they wrote it down as a military target. Elizabethan commanders reported that the Irish lived all summer on their herds, so the way to break a rebellion was to kill the cows. They killed the cows.
Then came the land. In 1641 Catholics held about 59% of Ireland. After Cromwell's settlement and the confiscations that followed, by 1703, they held 14%. The grass changed hands, and the new owners ran it as an export business: live cattle, salt beef and butter, shipped out through Cork, which grew into the largest butter market in the world. The milk still flowed. It flowed past the people who used to drink it.
What the dispossessed got was a rented scrap, and on a scrap the sum only comes out one way. An acre of grass will not feed a family. An acre of potatoes will. By the 1840s some 3 million people were living on almost nothing else, a labouring man getting through up to 14lb of potatoes a day, with a splash of buttermilk when things were going well.
That is the population the blight found in 1845. A million died. They had been moved off animal food and onto the cheapest crop that would keep a labourer upright, so that the pasture could earn money for somebody else.
In October 2025 an international commission published the diet it would like the whole planet moved onto, to free up land. The red meat allowance is 15g a day. The pasture that frees up will, as ever, be put to better use by somebody else.
Irish politicians didn't want the figures released. Now we have them.
42% of the households on Dublin City Council's social housing list are non-Irish.
@Ben_Scallan reacts.
Central Bank data released yesterday confirms the most disturbing labour market statistic I have ever seen. Ireland recorded net employment growth of 21,200 in the last year. Irish nationals got NONE of it. Irish employment fell by 100. Non-Irish employment rose by 21,300.
🚨Insane New Social Housing Stats
1 in 3 social houses go to Non-Irish.
Offers to Somali households up 450% in 2 years
Approved housing Bodies now deciding 63% of all decision with no accountability or transparency on how decisions are made.
WILD!
🚨 New figures reveal a dramatic change in Dublin’s social housing waiting list.
Of 15,005 households waiting:
8,706 are Irish = 58%
6,299 are non-Irish = 42%
Somali households alone account for 1,320 applicants = 8.8% of the entire list.
The non-Irish share of accepted housing offers rose from 21.8% in 2023 to 32.9% in 2025. Approved Housing Bodies now provide almost 63% of all accepted offers.
Yet Dublin City Council admits it does not monitor allocation outcomes or waiting times by nationality.
It cannot tell us who waits longest, who refuses offers, why AHB nominations fail, or properly explain these enormous demographic changes.
A housing system distributing thousands of homes should not operate without transparent data.
I'd rather live one day under the Reich than a thousand under the J8ws.
America fought on the wrong side in WW2.
It was, quite possible, the greatest mistake our Nation ever made.
The Painter was right.
And he tried to save us.
14/88⚡️⚡️
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These traitors are facilitating the demographic replacement of England. They ferry illegal immigrant dingy's from the Channel into the Processing centers.
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A few months ago an Irish man contacted me about Muslims in Ireland attaining and stockpiling guns. His friend's Irish daughter unfortunately got entangled with an abusive muslim man who was supposedly doing this. But there was no visible proof. No videos. Nothing to go on. Only suspicion.
But below we CAN see evidence that this is happening indeed. This is Tallaght, Dublin. At the location of a mosque.
Fair play to who ever filmed this. They put themselves at risk while doing so. It should be reported to Gardaí, for all the good that will do.
It is worth noting though that Gardaí are monitoring over 100 prayer houses in Leinster alone (unofficial mosques) that popped up during lockdowns. This was reported in the British Telegraph. Not in the Irish press. Of course.
Video: Daz News.
The Irish famine was not caused by a potato blight. It was caused by a law passed in 1663, and the blight simply arrived to collect.
Ships left Cork the whole time it was happening, carrying butter and bacon under armed guard, past people dying on the quayside.
The version taught in schools is a fungus. Blight arrives, potatoes rot, tragedy. It leaves out why eight and a half million people were standing on one South American tuber to begin with, and that part is not weather. It has dates and it has signatures.
Ireland had cattle before it had writing. The national epic is a war over a stolen bull. Wealth was counted in cows, rank was counted in cows, and for a thousand years the country ran on beef, milk and butter.
Then in 1663 the English parliament taxed Irish cattle out of the English market, and in 1666 banned them outright, in an act that called the importing of them a common nuisance. Ireland was pushed into salt beef, hides and butter for the navy, the colonies and the slave plantations. Produced on Irish land, sold out of Irish ports, eaten somewhere else. The good ground was reorganised around what would survive a sea voyage.
What was left for the people was the crop that feeds a family off a quarter of an acre of bad land. That is not a folk tradition. That is what you are reduced to when the field behind your house is producing somebody else's dinner.
In 1845 the crop failed and the food kept leaving.
Butter, bacon, ham and live cattle going out of Cork and Limerick and Waterford while the workhouses filled. The relief that existed came with the Gregory Clause: hold more than a quarter acre of land and you were entitled to nothing. Give up the ground or starve on it. Somebody sat down and drafted that.
A million dead. A million gone. Eight and a half million down to six and a half in six years, and Ireland is the only country in Europe with fewer people in it now than in 1840.
The lesson everyone takes is about the fragility of monocultures, which is a comfortable lesson, because it blames a plant.
Nobody starves for want of food in a country that is exporting it. They starve because two centuries of decisions, taken by men who were never going to be hungry, left them one thing to eat and that thing could fail all at once.
Ireland's cattle are now the subject of national emissions targets, and the argument is once again about what that land ought to be producing, conducted by people who will not be eating the outcome either way.
The blight came in 1845. The reason it killed a million people was drafted in 1663.
In Sumer you were fed barley. Your masters ate the temple herds.
In Egypt you were fed onions. Your masters ate cattle.
In Sparta you were fed barley. Your masters ate blood broth.
In Rome you were fed beans. Your masters ate boar.
In Han China you were fed millet. Your masters ate pork.
In Inca Peru you were fed quinoa. Your masters ate llama.
In medieval England you were fed pottage. Your masters ate venison, and hanged you for touching a deer.
In Tsarist Russia you were fed kasha. Your masters ate game.
In famine Ireland you were fed potatoes. Your masters ate the beef you loaded onto the boat.
In colonial Virginia you were fed cornmeal. Your masters ate ham.
In Victorian Lancashire you were fed gruel. Your masters ate mutton.
Five thousand years. Four continents. One arrangement.
The grain goes to whoever is doing the lifting.
Nobody has ever dismantled that. They have only rebranded it.
Your masters fly to a conference to tell you beef is killing the planet.
Your masters set your red meat at one serving a week and never touch the limit themselves.
Your masters sell you the fermented protein of the future and hold the patent on the ferment.
Your masters call meat a luxury you have to earn, and eat it every single day of their lives.
Every generation before you was put on the cheap plant by force. The chain, the rent, the game law, the price.
You are the first in five thousand years being asked to do it voluntarily.
Out of guilt. For free. And they are not even having to hold the gate shut.
Eat the animal.
If you had trusted the settled science of the day, here is how it would have gone.
1890s: you dose the baby with Bayer's new cough syrup, the non-addictive alternative to morphine, marketed for children. It was heroin. They named it after the German for heroic.
1900s: you rub calomel teething powder on your infant's gums. It is a mercury compound, and it leaves a generation with pink disease. Swollen, peeling hands and feet, screaming for months, and some of them died.
1910s: you cook in Crisco, launched by a soap and candle company, because cottonseed oil is modern and lard is what your mother used. The process that made it solid produced trans fat, banned outright a century later.
1920s: you drink Radithor, certified radioactive water, on prescription. Eben Byers took fourteen hundred bottles for his vitality. His jaw was removed in pieces and he was buried in a lead coffin.
1930s: a chemist dissolves a new sulfa drug in diethylene glycol, which is antifreeze. It kills 107 people, mostly children, and only then does America give the FDA power to demand safety testing.
1940s: your doctor lights a Camel in the surgery. More doctors smoke them than any other brand, and the advert runs in the Journal of the American Medical Association, which sold him the page.
1950s: DDT is sprayed over your kitchen, your garden and your children at school. The man who found its insecticidal properties has already been given a Nobel Prize.
1960s: your wife takes thalidomide for morning sickness because it is remarkably safe. More than ten thousand children are born with missing and shortened limbs.
1970s: the country puts down the butter and picks up the margarine, on the instruction of the American Heart Association. The fat everybody switched to was banned in 2015 as unsafe at any level.
1980s: the fat comes out of everything and sugar goes back in to make it edible. Obesity begins a climb it has never come off.
1990s: your father is prescribed OxyContin, because fewer than one per cent get addicted. The company later pleads guilty to criminal misbranding, and the overdose count runs into hundreds of thousands.
2000s: you take Vioxx for your knee. It is pulled in 2004, and the FDA's own safety officer estimates tens of thousands of excess heart attacks.
Not one of those was fringe. Every one had a professional body, a literature and a man in a white coat standing behind it.
Nobody who followed that advice was stupid. They were obedient, to the most qualified people available.
Settled is a word about money. It means the questions stopped being funded, so they stopped being asked.
So which of today's instructions will your grandchildren read out in disbelief.
The oil washed in hexane and built into every cell you own. The statin that blocks the pathway making your hormones, to prevent one heart attack per hundred people. The injection where a third of the loss is muscle. The infant formula built out of vegetable oil.
All settled. None of it funded to be otherwise.
This is beneath contempt @rtenews
You've highlighted a spelling issue at Ceannt Station while ignoring the gang rape of a young woman in the carpark. The rapists required an Arabic interpreter for their court appearance.
How dare you?
"This is what socialism looks like,
it is happening under a so-called centre-right coalition Government. We are witnessing a State takeover of the construction industry" - @davidmcw
Last week the Sunday Business Post reported how the State is propping up the housing market with €11.8 billion across 40 different schemes.
(this figure doesn't even include the billions spent on emergency accommodation and IPAS)
The Irish State is a control freak planning public campaigns warning women about “tradwife culture.”
The State makes us pay a deposit on every can and bottle, and queue to reclaim our own money.
The State is about to put 30cent onto the price of fuel for winter in the name of climate change.
Yet this enormous State won't provide emergency medicine or surgeries for sick children.
Any State that tries to control everything eventually becomes incapable of delivering the basics.
So the biggest fear I have:
As people experience the failures caused by endless State intervention they blame capitalism and demand even more State control.