General thoughts on the current national mood

While protesting against what’s happening has achieved great results in raising public awareness and it has provided us with a great visual representation of just how many of us feel disenfranchised and not represented by this corrupt, criminal regime, anyone being honest with themselves will admit, it has achieved very little of note tactically or tangibly.  It has created little ripple effects in the zeitgeist and raised the alarm that something is wrong.  That does not mean for one moment that people shouldn’t still do it and I’m not suggesting that at all. I’m also not for one moment belittling anyone’s efforts, people have sacrificed so much of themselves to try to help our collective situation in any and every way they can.

Protesting and demonstrating is still the greatest entry level act of resistance anyone can do, because it connects you on the ground to other people who are on the same page and have the same grievances.   However, if that remains your sole act of defiance against what is essentially unfiltered, demonic evil, it will only ever amount to a token gesture.  I think a lot of the stagnation and inertia at the moment within the movement is due to the fact people are stuck in a loop of protest, they seem to have become addicted to it. What about anything that’s transpired in the past few years makes people think that these people attacking us are for turning? An evolving learning mindset is crucial if we are to make any inroads.

Protesting gives the state a sense of legitimacy and allows them to present the narrative that they are protecting ‘democracy’ (whatever that means now) from the nasty ‘far right’ — however weakened that narrative may be it’s still being perpetuated and so long as there’s a small band of mentally ill social justice warriors who believe it, they will be presented as the ‘general population’.  The media machine clicks into gear and acts like a stick to beat the average man back into line for fear of siding with the terrorists or being labelled a Nazi as I was recently for callously referring to Africans as well… Africans.

Even their correct title now induces rage within the woke. I was told it was how I used it was the problem. Apparently my tone was racist. Hard to keep up with the drama. Admittedly, I was being slightly mischievous and expected this reaction but it’s still never ceases to amaze me. One particular nasty name caller posted a picture of his black friend thinking it would somehow trigger me (being an obvious racist and all) only to be disappointed when I said he looked like a nice pleasant chap. The triggering then worked in reverse.

His friend was fully Irish because he had the same accent as him, but I was not a true Gael due to my Norman surname (they always level that one at me). I pointed out the hypocrisy of his argument that someone could be fully Irish after one generation but because one of my four grandparents who possessed a Norman surname (with an unbroken residency on this island since the 1200’s originating in Wexford) I would always be a blow in.

These lunatics are unreachable but every so often they need to be drawn out because there are some socialists on these pages who are not as extreme who are edging closer to us all the time. Sacrificing oneself now and again to act like a dartboard for the abuse (if you can take it) can be a powerful eye opener for moderates to see just who these people are they are ideologically aligned with. Albeit loosely these days. I’ve had a fair bit of luck engaging some socialist types in respectful debate recently but sadly these types are still like the sewage water that must be waded across to reach the other side.

Conversations are still the greatest means of reaching people in my opinion and experience, and it’s often what you don’t say which hits home hardest.  I’ve been ploughing this lonely furrow for the guts of two decades now and I’d say I’ve possibly tried every single tactic imaginable for reaching people. The most effective and successful method of all now I find (aided and abetted by the fact that people generally know my opinions on most things by now) is to say nothing. 

People are way more open to things now but they will still look for every opportunity to switch off again and will run for the exit door when the heat gets too much.  I found this out recently when chatting to a family member recently.  We would normally be at opposite ends of the spectrum politically and as a kind of unwritten, subconscious rule have telepathically agreed to keep politics out of the group discussion.

On this occasion I was asked my opinion on the current implosion of Sinn Féin, I gave a loose generic take just to get off the topic, but was then encouraged to hear the opinion coming back at me.  This lead the conversation into further areas which left me quite surprised as some of the notions touched upon would have been met with eye rolls two years previous and would have likely been considered radical.  It’s a sure sign that progress has been made, but then I made a fatal mistake.  I went for the home run after he drew his line, which was to support a method of protest that many (who still think we are dealing with politicians who play fair) consider taboo and off limits.

Taking matters to the doors of political leaders is not a form of protest I myself would choose to engage in, but I argued that the hopeless situation many people are experiencing has left them desperate.  The arrogance of these people who are elected representatives, who deliberately ignore, gaslight and abuse the Irish people, I argued where the ones who created this situation and had brought it upon themselves.  The presence of their children in the family home was the safety blanket to cling to on this particular occasion.  In normal circumstances I would fully agree, but these are anything but normal circumstances or sane times. With the high ground duly claimed — or so it would seem — the discussion ended acrimoniously.  This position of moral high ground would of course be completely unambiguous had we still been living in 2019 and had we both not been occupying entirely different timelines for the past five or so years.

The ultimate failure I experienced here is not my main concern or takeaway from the exchange however.  I’m a big boy and have taken much more on the chin in the past, especially when I couldn’t articulate my point as well as I can now and I cared far more about what people thought of me and how I got my point across than I do now.  Now it’s all basically in front of them, they can take it or leave it if they want.  I’m simply presenting them with the alternative, if they choose to continue living in the illusion that’s their choice. I no longer get emotional if they don’t agree like I did in the past, or even resort to attempts at ridicule.  I’ve enough in my armoury now to be able to reverse that dynamic and engage in a bit of my own ridicule if that’s the path they choose.  My biggest takeaway however from all this is that even the most loyal devotees to the official mainstream narrative are beginning to notice inconsistencies.  How could they not says you!

Another recent discussion with a parent on the sidelines at my weekend job of taxi driver for my children’s football, was going fine with just a bit of general chit-chat.  Health issues came up as a topic of conversation and I mentioned a recent stint I had in hospital, (I’m usually in perfect health so a week in hospital is quite an unwelcome novelty for me).  I had some sort of viral infection which brought on vertigo, but the doctors rushed me into “resus” because I was displaying all the signs of stroke and treated me as such (they didn’t really seem too baffled and I also heard the word myocarditis in a hospital setting more than I ever had before, at the bedside of fellow patients).  I took a month to get over and get my balance back but thankfully it’s not a recurring problem like some types of vertigo, it was just a consequence of the viral infection.

I never uttered a word more when she inquired “Do you think it was to do with your vaccine?”  She mentioned that people she knew had been complaining with bouts of vertigo after their highly safe and effective and above all ethically administered prophylactic treatment.  When I confirmed that “my vaccine” was not something that existed, there was a brief awkward moment of silence which soon dissipated with the swift change of topic to something less taxing and controversial.  I notice that there is more and more information bubbling up to the surface of late.  The mainstream sieve is busted and can no longer prevent some of the food passing through. The general public will still only ever go so far though.

Another discussion I had this week centred around the dreaded possibility that Trump may actually win the US presidential election.  Nothing strikes terror into the heart of the average Irish man who is plugged into the matrix like the prospect of Donald Trump returning to power.  Working Paddy has had it far too comfortable economically for the past few decades (even though his outgoings are enormous) due to foreign direct investment from American corporations due to our low corporation tax.  Trump of course threatens this whole paradigm due to his America first mindset.

He also would take glee in punishing our gombeen class whose entire economic vision and model is to sell off anything indigenous and leach off the global market, putting out the begging bowl and going cap in hand to big business and financial capitalists who basically now own our country.  Ireland’s parasitic politicians have abused Trump since before 2016, so it would be their fault rather than Trumps if Paddy, who is loyal to the economy rather than the nation was to lose his beloved corporation.

I think it would do Paddy, Joe, Bridie and Mary normie the world of good every so often to see what it’s actually like if we are not there as the mudguard for the tyranny.  Many of them do now realise that we are all that stands between them and the beast, although they will never admit it openly, I’m sure if they are any sort of thinker, the pillow would betray them.  The Irish in the main, have forgotten all that they are.  Only a few of us remember.  I’m personally tired of standing up for these overgrown children.  It’s been a long five years and they need to step up.  Perhaps a massive economic downturn is just what is needed to refocus the average Joe into recognising that his career is irrelevant if he doesn’t have a country. His children emigrating to be replaced by foreigners hasn’t snapped him out of his coma, perhaps an empty wallet might.