You mean drug cartel thugs are shifted to the front against Russia? Those that may survive will become training stuff for new recruits.

Nice!

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@brucelawson, also an Haiku

Summer sun blazes
Heat waves dance on scorched pavement
Earth yearns for shadows

@boilingsteam @nanianmichaels
As in regular users did not have extensions. Again, we go back to the initial point, don’t install software you don’t trust.

Plus, as said, most of the times just changing browser settings is more than enough.

You mean there are no more Russian oligarchs (than there are US oligarchs) and they didn't start a war on poor innocent Ukraine to take over the Ukrainian historic motherland on the East?

Wow!

No weapons of MD in Iraq, no Al-Qaida in Afghanistan, no nukes in Iran, no ethnic cleansing in Serbia's border with Albania

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Well that changes things, what do we do now?

Irishness has taken a revolutionary turn in the cultural landscape. And it’s not just an influx of hot people wearing Claddagh rings and Pellador gansies because Paul Mescal got papped rocking GAA shorts. This new development is rooted in something far deeper than Depop. This is about Kneecap and the return to the party in leftist politics.

Depoliticised and stripped of all radical analysis, Irishness on the world stage became a tale of cups of tea, Tayto and drinking yourself to death on a bar stool. Shamrock-washing the colonial memory, lulling all revolutionary potentials. Still groggy from the socialist dreams of James Connolly, we replaced our dark history of struggle and resistance with heritage sites and Riverdance and a gift shop where you can buy cute little leprechaun stickers.

As victims of a bloody colonial empire that brutalised, raped and pillaged the land, we were told to shake it off and turn our Irishness into a brand deal, into a tax haven for foreign direct investments, to blunt ourselves of the sharp parts, to heal our dark hearts and become the non-offensive butt of a joke that doesn’t upset our slave masters.

So we became storytellers, but only telling stories that were preapproved and didn’t have any enemies. We were told to assimilate, to save face or face humiliation, to lose the culture and keep the costume. Maggie Thatcher is watching you.

Kneecap have put the resistance back into politics, awakening a new energy on the left, one that’s rooted in power rather than victimhood, that doesn’t celebrate victory in defeat or get trapped in a comments section with nowhere to go. Showing solidarity for Palestinian struggle, organising and calling out war-mongerers who want to cancel the Belfast bap, we can glimpse the new horizon on the right side of history, where a future finally feels possible and nationalism isn’t a means of exclusion when you can see yourself in someone else’s eyes.

Kneecap marked a return to subaltern rage and protest, invoking insurgency in young people everywhere. An antidote to the end stage of identity politics. An uprising based on shared struggle rather than what side of the wall you were born on. Of left unity rather than the obsession with being right.

So we use our voice, our language to stand up for our neighbours on the other side of the globe. Because without our words, our silence is complicity and power is unchallenged and genocide is sanctioned and dissent is subdued and our past becomes their present with no lessons or lectures, just bodies.

So this new Irishness is a refusal, a refusal to be the punchline in the Paddy Irishman joke, a postcard in an American’s dream, placated by points and pacified by postcolonial revisionist histories. We were told to smile and say thank you. So we smiled through occupation, through the penal laws and plantations, through famine, through genocide. And now our smile is gone and our teeth are clenched. And we look to Palestine because we know empire when we see it.

And when the elite try to paint your grief as graffiti and your resistance as barbarism, we remember how long Ireland took to dig up its own bodies.

I don't know if there is a God, but I do know that if there is one - at least one I would follow - God loves the Irish.

"The Choctaw...managed to raise around $170 and sent it half-way across to the world to try ease the suffering of the Irish...people they would likely never encounter...money, worth around $4,000 [today]...despite themselves living in hardship and poverty, and having recently endured the 'Trail of Tears' - a series of forced relocations.."

irishpost.com/history/meet-nat…

Meet the Native American tribe who selflessly sent money to Ireland during the Great Famine

On the last week of August 2019, we ran a piece about Abraham Lincoln donating money to Irish vic...

^{Harry Brent (The Irish Post)}