Rise, O Voices of Rhodesia

Rise, O voices of Rhodesia,

God may we Thy bounty share.

Give us strength to face all danger,

And where challenge is, to dare.

Although racist Rhodesia’s national anthem is no longer heard at the Olympics, the European Union has adopted it for their national (sic) anthem, even though it has muffled the words so as not to offend the pet Africans they keep around to maintain their diversity quotas. That said, if EU actions speak louder than Rhodesian words, then the July 2019 reconvening of the EU Parliament showed what a laughable crock of shit this fascist conglomeration of clowns is. As the unelected EU officials called the MEPs to order and as some hired gaggle of big breasted beauties belted oua cannon gun of a fart. Britain’s Brexit Party, a mixture of menopausal Trotskyites, non-binary Conservative Unionists, ballroom dancers, belly dancers and Christian bakers, turned their backsides on the proceedings and also farted along to Voices of Rhodesia. As did the Bollox to Brexit clad British Liberal Democrats, as, Punch and Judy style, they berated the Brexit farters. Irish MEPs Clare Daly and Mick Wallace, who were caught in the crossfire, held their noses and flaunted jaunty trendy Julian Assange tops. Ming Flanagan, their mate, sported a cute refugees welcome number and on it went, with every other over paid nonentity struggling to have their own narcissistic message broadcast to convince the plebs that these parasites were worthy patricians that should not be fed to the lions of the nearest zoo.

Although the imperial appointment of Germany’s Defence Minister Ursula Von der Leyen to become the first female president of the European Commission was, meanwhile, described in Ireland’s Belgian-owned media as being a victory for Ireland, it wasn’t quite explained why Ireland should celebrate the appointment of a hard core Nazi to front an anti democratic, anti Irish group. German ethnic cleanser Ursula Von der Leyen is, in fact, very much on board with Coolmore Country. The ideal Ireland today’s Nazis would have, the Ireland thais Eva Braun reincarnation has wet dreams of, would be the home of a multi cultural, unanchored mass of cowed people who valued material wealth as an end in itself, of a broken people who, making do only with frugal comfort, devoted their leisure to the things of the vacuous – a land whose countryside would be bright with mandarin holiday homesteads, whose fields and villages would be barren and bare, with the mandarins humping the horny children, the castration of athletic youths and the laughter of happy transexuals, whose Facebooks would be forums for the wisdom of recycled cliches.

Eva Braun’s wet dreams are not a pipe dream. Stud farms and dairy ranchers continue to cleanse Kickham’s Holes of Tipperary of family farms, ISIS and their ANTIFA anarchist allies continue to attack Irish Catholic sites and statues and vacuous hypocrites like Bono continue to make pronouncements on behalf of Transgender™ in what the media used to call the silly season. Hindus rape men, women, children, dogs and pregnant goats and make blind Muslims and Christians say prayers to Lord Ram as they abuse them. Dublin’s soccer ANTIFAs give Muslim extremist Izzy Akinade a standing ovation for gang raping a child and wish him God Speed to Vietnam where Gary Glitter raped children. Izzy the animal and his high flying barristers silenced five national newspapers, something not even Glitter could do. Justice Bernard Barton, in a series of five separate cases, ruled that the Irish Independent, Irish Examiner, Breaking News Eire, Sunday World and Nationalist and Leinster Times could not expose Izzy the Animal because, as the good Justice explained, Izzy the Animal was a ‘hot prospect for the future for Irish football’ and such ‘hot and hung prospects’ are needed to fill diversity quotas. Before coming down on Bohemians’ Izzy the Animal Antifa crowd, we should remember that ISIS terrorist Madhi Al Harati got a standing ovation on Ireland’s Late Late Show. Gibbon wrote about such extremists and their penchant for copulating with pregnant goats, and St Paul catalogued them in his Epistle to the Romans, when he described the fall of the Roman Empire.

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Adolf Hitler’s elite SS Leibstandarte bodyguards kick started today’s LGBT industry when they dressed as drag queens in the 1942 film Die Grosse Liebe (The Great Love), featuring Zarah Leander, one of the Führer’s favourite film stars. Their cinematic appeal was that they were hand-picked to be approximately of the same height. It was this, their peas in an Aryan pod uniformity, that eventually made these toughest of tough cases pioneer drag queens. Hitler’s elite drag queen bodyguard are not the only group complicating our LGBT abacus. Stress often drove Hitler’s elite front line troops to put on drag shows and Hitler, as a review of his penchant for leather jock straps or a glance at the victims of his Night of the Long Knives would show, was as camp as a row of tents. From a Nazi point of view, Adolf Hitler’s elite SS Leibstandarte drag queens were in the best of company.
And, though Hitler’s SS Leibstandarte gender benders were obviously fine physical specimens, even better male specimens are today transitioning to females where they are winning all kinds of sex segregated sports that were once the preserve of girls and women and bringing us a bizarre clone of Huxley’s Brave New World. Transgender activist Rachel McKinnon is a world champion in women’s cycling and muscle bound transgender giants are increasingly winning all women’s track and field they choose to enter. When former British swimmer Sharron Davies stated that trans athletes should not compete in female events to “protect women’s sport”, the burly McKinnon said Davies was “sharing hate speech”. Lesbian icon, tennis icon Martina Navratilova, was condemned as “transphobic” for merely suggesting that transgender women had “unfair” physical advantages over female opponents.
Since Andrew Burns, one of Scotland’s most dangerous prisoners, changed his name to Tiffany Scott, he has steadfastly refused to take cross-sex hormones or to undergo transition surgery and he insists that only female prison guards conduct his strip searches as he is a woman. Scott asserts, in very unladylike language, the presiding judge who refused to acknowledge her gender at sentencing, is obviously a ‘f***ing transphobe bastard’.
Burns has his allies and advocates. Munroe Bergdorf, for example, is a transgender model the London chapter of the global Women’s March chose to explain to the pussy hat wearing masses that laws preventing brothel-keeping were bad for women and that the British media is transphobic. Bergdorf was the keynote speaker at the ‘Woman With A Camera’ event at the British Film Institute, despite zero directing or producer credits. Transgender activist Shon Faye hosted the Women Making History event at Amnesty International UK and transgender activist Paris Lees won the Words by Women journalism prize, before appearing on the cover of Vogue as one of the ‘New Suffragettes’. Trans women, it seems, make much better and much more inclusive women than wrinkly old vaginas like Mary Robinson, Ivana von Bacik and Catherine Zappone who made their fortunes masquerading as leaders of women.
And of transitioning children. British primary school children are now immersed in compulsory homosexual and transgender ideology from the age of five as part of compulsory lessons that keep transgender purveyors in gainful employment indoctrinating them. As transphobic Muslim parents, however, believe these new laws are Islamophobic, the various professional victims’ groups are squaring up against each other. Queen Lactatia, aka Nemis Quinn Mélançon-Golden, aka Baby Drag Artist Extraordinaire, is a ten-year-old Canadian school boy and a very popular drag queen, whose photographs of her head suggestively burrowing into the crotch of a sexually aroused, almost completely naked adult male took the Internet by storm. The TNT Boys are a group of sexed up Pinoy child drag queens, who have taken the Philippines by storm.
Tom O’Carroll and other Pedophile Information Exchange (PIE) pioneers are, unsurprisingly, having hard ons over all this and are delighted today’s pedophiles have such delights increasingly available to them and theirs. Sinn Fé
in, meanwhile, have massive marches in Dublin in support of these perverts, whose sartorial style Sinn Féin’s senators surpass. If you care to wonder, just look at them dressed as dogs and as didldo sucking babies on these marches and then google what Sinn Féin Senator Fintan Warfield wears as he carries posters equating 1916 transgender Rising Patrick Pearse with transgender icon David Bowie. How can Ireland ever be taken seriously on the international stage with patriots like this roaming the street in gimp suits?
Meanwhile, a transgender man is pregnant. Or, if you prefer, a single parent who was born a woman but lives as a man, is pregnant. The man wants to be identified as the child’s parent on a birth certificate. If the courts rule in favour of the man, the baby could be the first person born in England and Wales who will not legally have a mother. The man says being forced to register as a ‘mother’ breaches his human right to respect for private and family life. Sinn Féin insist we must admire this progress if we don’t want to suffer the consequences.
The luxury Dorchester Hotel’s dress code demands female employees always wear full makeup, get manicures, and shave their legs ‘even if wearing tights.’ Although most trade unionists reject these clearly sexist standards imposed on these minimum wage employees, India Willoughby, previously known as Jonathan Willoughby, the first trans-identified presenter to host an all-female British TV talk show, supports this sexist dress code for women. When she was asked would she have shaved her legs when living as a man, Willoughby claimed to find the question not only offensive but bizarre as men should not have to shave their legs or, indeed, their testicles. Willoughby’s misogynistic assertion asks us to question how Willoughby, who identifies as a woman, managed to avoid all the social expectations, sexism, and misogyny imposed on women for his 50 years living as a man, something that all other females cannot escape.
Although transphobic hate crime is apparently at the same epidemic levels as Islamophobic, homophobic, sexophobic, Blackophobic and Semitophobic crimes, Britain’s first transgender hate crime prosecution was thrown out by a judge who declared: ‘There is no case and never was a case.’ Miranda Yardley was put ‘through ten months of hell’ after being accused of harassing a transgender activist on Twitter. Yardley describes himself as a transsexual but identifies as a man, even though he previously underwent gender reassignment to get a vagina. Despite his own experience, Yardley’s contention is that individuals cannot change sex. His accuser, Helen Islan, who is a married genetic woman with teenage children, one of whom is transgender, works with the trans advocacy group Mermaids, which campaigns for children who “want” to change gender. After Yardley showed Islan had a dog – and a transgender career and child – in the fight, Islan set the infamous West Yorkshire Police, who were also sent to sort me out, to harass Yardley, who could show in court that Islan had swamped social media with posts of herself, her child and her transgender gig.
Although Essex Police joked that ‘We take all reports of hate crime incidents seriously,’ barrister Amanda Jones, who has represented clients accused of ‘anti trans’ comments, contradicts their bullshit: ‘The police and the CPS routinely ignore rape threats, death threats and abusive material targeted at women online. The entire criminal justice system is falling apart from underfunding and this case appears to have been a complete waste of public funds.’
The transgender equality agenda has advanced through Britain’s institutions with such extraordinary speed that promoting ‘trans rights’ rather than combating knife crime or terrorism is now the primary concern of healthcare, policing, education and the tattooed thugs of the West Yorkshire Police. All this has been done opaquely and without scrutiny. Women have been raped in prison by trans inmates, Mike Tyson lookalike trans athletes win all before them, castrated children are increasingly fast tracked into taking hormones and lesbian tennis icon Martina Navratilova and other critics of this madness come under unrelenting fire from transwoman world champion and Mike Tyson doppelgänger Rachel McKinnon and other Sinn Féin swamp creatures for being transphobic. Who are we to opine?
Britain’s main NHS gender dysphoria clinic for children has seen a 20-fold increase in referrals, even though most of the toddlers Islan’s Mermaids ‘pro-trans lobby’ get them to target for their Mengele experiments are vulnerable, have mental health problems and/or are autistic. Instead of dealing with these outliers, they are treated as the norm and schoolgirls who don’t want to share toilets with horny guys dressed as gals are treated as criminals and likewise face arrest.
Meanwhile, Dr Richard Paulson, former president of the American Society for Reproductive Medicine, said there was no anatomical reason why a womb could not be successfully implanted into a transgender woman and that giving those blokes uteruses is an urgent human rights’ issue. Although womb transplant surgery is being seen as a major cause for hope for those who suffer from Mayer-Rokitansky-Kuster-Hauser (MRKH) syndrome, a scenario when a woman fails to develop a proper uterus and vagina yet has normal ovarian functions and normal external genitalia, the mega bucks are pandering to the trans brigade. Although MRKH syndrome is thought to affect around 1 in every 4,500 women, the demand among trans women is far greater as they assert their rights to give birth to their own legions Sinn Féin anti Christs.
American parents, who object to convicted child molesters grooming their children under the guise of helping them transform their gender and fry their brains are finding out what they are up against: a supposed civil rights movement so indelibly tied to the capitalist marketplace that it sells fashion, makeup, hormones, surgery, cosmetology services, movies, TV series, mental health treatment, and women’s underwear, whilst being underwritten by billionaire philanthropists, transnational technology, pharmaceutical and banking conglomerates as well as the CIA and MI6. Children are being prescribed puberty blockers and cross-sex hormones, sterilized, and groomed into lifelong medical patients and consumers in more than 50 U.S. gender clinics that didn’t exist ten years ago.
Transgenderism™ is taking the business world by storm. Whoopi Goldberg has her own trans modeling company on Oprah’s Oxygen network. Supernatural Extraterrestrial and Co, a high-fashion clothing line, promotes their willingness to embrace a future of male pregnancy. A look at their new clothing line for 2019 has men strutting fashion runways in pregnancy prosthesis. Trans celebrities are on constant display in the media, being celebrated as if having body dysphoria were a badge of honour. Cosmopolitan magazine offers breast-binding guide for young girls. Cosmetology consultant services are a growing business offering help to “trans women.” Crayola has created a new gender-fluid make-up, and Jecca has started a line just for “transgender” people.
Jazz Jennings, a male teen who recently had his penis surgically removed, identifies as a transgender woman and has been on many major talk-shows since his family decided he was transgender when Jenings was only four years old. Jennings has his own reality TV series, chronicling his transition and how it is affecting him and his family. He also has his own trans foundation and has received many awards and accolades. A children’s storybook about his life, which normalizes for young school children the idea that they can become the opposite sex, has been adopted as part of some school curriculums. Sinn Féin have given all this their AK 47 imprimatur.
TomBoyX is a woman’s undergarment company. It uses the term “tomboy” in its company name to denote a girl who enjoys so-called stereotypical boy activities like running and climbing trees to sell boxer shorts and comfortable underwear to women. Their message is of empowerment, not being hemmed in by feminine attire, but able to run and feel free “like a boy,” by donning clothes like his, but made for a woman’s body. In a recent ad they chose an attractive young woman with double mastectomy scars donning their boxers under a caption that reads: “This canvas was given to you but you made it your own. You crafted your own story. Share it with the world. #moretome.”
This Sinn Féin message is a clear glorification of chosen body disfigurement posing as self-actualization and liberation, sickness as wellness, self-hatred made into empowerment, and cutting and maiming female flesh for public consumption via uber-marketing. George Orwell must be turning over in his grave with the language of doublespeak as prime-time advertisement.
Men at the highest echelons of society—such as billionaire philanthropist Jennifer Pritzker and the creator of SiriusXM Satellite Radio, Martine Rothblatt—are claiming not just a transgender identity, but for Rothblatt, that of a transhumanist as well. Rothblatt believes “transgenderism is the onramp to transhumanism,” the precursor to superhumans. Rothblatt’s book, “From Transgender to Transhumanism,” reads like a blueprint for the modern-day trans project to infiltrate every sector of our societies. If that sounds preposterous, scientists are already looking at changing our biology as a way to deal with climate change.
This is happening at a time in our history when the escalation of robots and artificial intelligence are also surging in the marketplace with female-simulated robot sex dolls that are frighteningly close in texture and appearance to real humans acting as stand-in prostitutes in brothels, and for some men, stand-in women in relationships. Robot nannies that supposedly offer guidance and friendship for children while their parents are away, are being marketed by Mattel and other corporations as “the future of raising children.”
London’s Goldsmiths University has an annual conference, Love and Sex with Robots; their experts believe we will marry robots before long. Chess whizz David Levy believes wedding bells will be ringing any day soon as men sweep robots off what passes for their feet.
As the technology develops and as society gets softened up to the idea of being intimate with robots, Levy may well be right. Irrespective of whether trans inc is presented as intense body dysphoria, sexual-fetishization, social contagion, a civil rights movement, or cultural gender-bending that speaks the language of the progressive left while actually cementing gender stereotyping, being hyper-capitalistic and censorious, it is normalising biology-shifting through chemicals and surgery. Trans Inc is literally Sinn Féin capitalism on and with Big Pharma’s toxic steroids.

Hitler’s Fight for Irish Freedom

Oh here’s to Adolph Hitler,

Who made the Britons squeal,

Sure before the fight is ended

They will dance an Irish reel.

Jim O’Donovan worked for “neutral” Ireland’s War-time government, in whose service his brother was a senior diplomat to the fascist states of Italy and Portugal. Jim O’Donovan was also the chief architect of the IRA’s infamous S-Plan, the IRA’s blueprint to bomb Britain into submission during World War Two with the help of Nazi Germany. Jim O’Donovan was one of a cast of unlikely characters the IRA assembled to make Churchill raise the white flag in a farce that was even more far fetched than Hollywood’s Michael Collins nonsense or, indeed, The Eagle Has Landed, Hollywood’s depiction of a joint IRA Nazi plan to whack Churchill.

Jim O’Donovan was no Liam Devlin, the free wheeling, whiskey drinking, womanising IRA Jackal Donald Sutherland plays in The Eagle Has Landed. Jim O’Donovan preferred the shadows to the limelight. He was not only a team player who assembled IRA teams packed off to England with “a couple of sticks of gelignite and an old alarm clock”. Brendan Behan, who we have already met, spent a few years in a British borstal as a result of this mad cap campaign and Dominic Adams, Gerry Adams’ uncle, was capo of the IRA’s English Midlands crew, where the IRA caused Belfast-style carnage in Coventry and some other towns which their Luftwaffe allies later targeted to even deadlier effect.

Though the legendary Tom Barry, whom we have also met, commuted to Nazi Germany to get things rolling, as always with the IRA there was a split, though not one that concerned Nazi ideology or their views on multi culturalism. Whereas Barry wanted Hitler’s support to attack British military installations in their Ulster baliwack, Seán Russell, who succeeded Barry to the IRA’s top spot, was thinking of a more grandiose alliance, Casement’s Aud on steroids if you will. At the time of the Nazi IRA alliance, Russell and O’Donovan were the only two surviving members of the IRA general headquarters staff who had opposed the January 1922 Anglo-Irish treaty. They and their like minded acolytes controlled the IRA. In the micro world of the IRA, they were players and so Barry’s plan was aborted.

And so, in January 1939, when the IRA unleashed no warning bombs on Brits in Blighty, though the ostensible reason was to force an immediate withdrawal of British forces from “the occupied six counties,” the real reason was to get Hitler’s heavies on board for a major IRA heave. O’Donovan, who was, by the IRA’s shoddy standards, a master explosives’ maker, and Russell himself traveled to the Reich to convert Hitler to Ireland’s noble cause. Although Admiral Canaris contemptuously dismissed Russell as the “music professor,” that is unfair to both Russell and, perhaps, to music. Russell was a highly respected IRA commander who had orchestrated the Bloody Sunday turkey shoot of British agents, for which Collins the Clown stole the credit.

Joseph McGarrity, who also washed up in Hamburg as an IRA emissary to the Reich, was capo of the Clan na Gael crew which, with Joe McGrath’s financial muscle, bankrolled the IRA for decades. During the First World War, when the USA was still neutral, McGarrity was involved in the Hindu–German Conspiracy, when he arranged the Annie Larsen arms’ purchase and shipment for Indian rebels. By IRA standards, he was a very serious player, so much so that the IRA signed all its statements ‘J.J. McGarrity’ up until 1969 when the organisation split into the Official (OIRA) and Provisional (PIRA) crews, after which the more socialist OIRA crew continued to use the McGarrity moniker. McGarrity, it must be noted, was the main ticket agent enforcer in the USA for Joe McGrath’s Irish Hospitals’ Sweepstake scam and, tellingly, Joe McGrath and McGarrity were lifelong friends, even though McGarrity was a major IRA player all his life.

To further complicate the Irish desk for Hitler’s Abwehr, Frank Ryan arrived in Berlin on 4 August 1940. He had certainly taken the road less travelled. Having been on the losing side in the Irish Civil War, Ryan fell into what would be considered in contemporary Catholic circles the bad company of the narcissist crackpot Peadar O’Donnell and the Protestant crackpot George Gilmore, two Civil War veterans who went Communist after the Free State was established. The upshot of this for Ryan was that he ended up leading a few score of Irish volunteers to fight alongside Samuel George Montague Nathan and other demobbed Jewish, homosexual Black and Tans for Republican Spain in the Spanish Civil War, where Mussolini’s crew quickly arrested him and sentenced him to death by firing squad.

Thanks to the efforts of De Valera’s government, Ryan, who was connected, was released into the loving care of Hitler’s Abwehr, who packed him off to Berlin where he met Russell who, true to form, was up to no good. Between them, Ryan and Russell fed the Gestapo a crock of blarney, the executive summary of which was that, as with Casement and Lonely Banna Strand, legions of IRA volunteers were just waiting to get their hands on German weapons to crush the “British Army of Occupation” once and for all. The Nazis, who had undoubtedly heard such blarney before, were doubting Thomases. They said they wanted De Valera on board. The IRA said no problem. As we shall see and as those IRA men who faced his firing squads or his hangman’s noose soon found out, Dev was not on board with their plans of a U boat Armada sailing up the Corrib.

Thus, though things were going swimmingly on the Eastern Front in 1941, Germany’s Irish Front lacked ballast, never mind any semblance of sanity The IRA kidnapped, Keystone Cops fashion, Stephen Hayes, their own chief of staff and tortured him into confessing he was a spy. Hayes escaped their clutches and, for self-preservation if for no other reason, he handed himself into Dev’s secret police and grassed up O’Donovan and the rest of the IRA crew who had tried to kill him.

Though Hayes was saved, Dev was to give his former mates a very bloody nose in response to the murder of some cops and their wholesale theft of the Irish Army’s weapons and ammunition. Flogging, internment without trial and the death penalty for subversive activities became the order of the day, with 1,000 interned and Patrick McGrath and Thomas Harte executed by firing squad for killing cops and, in George Plant’s case, for murdering Michael Devereux, a suspected IRA informer. Although Hayes was later sentenced to five years’ imprisonment on account of his IRA activities, Cahill, who beat the Tom Williams’ murder rap, maintained Hayes was a tout and that, inter alia, his touting to the Branch led to the capture of Wexford IRA arms dumps, for which the IRA executed Wexford IRA man Devereux, and, for whose murder, George Plant, a Protestant IRA veteran, was controversially convicted by a Free State military court and quickly executed by firing squad in Portlaoise Prison. In the related inquest into the death of Seán McCaughey, the Belfast IRA man jailed for kidnaping and torturing Hayes, former IRA C/S Seán McBride, who had defended Plant and shown up his trial for the farce that it was, forced the head of the Free State Army’s garrison in Portlaoise Prison to admit he would not treat a stray dog the way he treated McCaughey; Ed Horgan a G2 connected “peace activist”, who joined Ben Gidley, a notorious Mossad operative to attack, ridicule and undermine my own peace efforts, later held that position at a time when 17 Free State soldiers were assigned to take Operation Harvest’s David O’Connell from one cell to another to have a dentist examine him; given how Horgan’s heavies handled their prisoners, such dental examinations were both necessary and frequent. Indeed, when one considers such things as PIRA’s murder of prison warder Brian Stack, one has to realise that PIRA are often in the cheap cells when it comes to sadism.

IRA big shot Charlie Kerins was hanged as a common criminal on December 1, 1944, for the murder of detective sergeant Denis O’Brien. The relatives of these dead cops still place ads in the papers on their anniversaries, a source of wonder and affront to IRA flunkeys who still commemorate their own button men from that and earlier eras. In any event, by 1945, the IRA had been well and truly trashed North and South of the border.

But not before sending another strange ambassador, in the form of Henry Francis Montgomery Stuart, to the German Fatherland. Stuart, who was born in Australia, married Iseult Gonne, Maud Gonne’s daughter by executed 1916 leader Foxy Jack McBride, in 1920 when he was 17 and she was 24. Though Iseult was the result of a graveyard fling on a tombstone Maud Gonne had had with Lucien Millevoye, a far right French politician, they kindly pretended to be aunt and niece to appease Irish Catholic sensibilities. As with Seán McBride, who Foxy Jack sired to Maud Gonne and who later went on to be the IRA’s Chief of Staff and a Nobel Peace Prize winner to boot, Iseult had a very cosmopolitan upbringing as her mother shunted her between the flesh pots and literary saloons of Paris, Dublin and London, where another whack job, Nobel Prize winner, WB Yeats, proposed marriage to both mother and daughter, both of whom had previously been seduced by Ezra Pound, the famous fascist poet. Francis and Iseult settled into Dublin just as the Civil War, which their dysfunctional family fully embraced, kicked off. Stuart dabbled in some recreational gun running and was interned. Yeats, meanwhile, slagged off his young rival in his poem. “Why should not Old Men be Mad?” as a dunce,

Though Yeats was a better poet, Stuart, the Young Pretender, was obviously more craic, as he was to prove by taking a further dive off the deep end and getting into bed with none other than Adolf Hitler, through the good offices of Helmut Clissmann, the Fuhrer’s long suffering secret service agent in Dublin. As Hitler invaded Poland, Stuart headed off to a lecturing post in Berlin, capital of the Reich, of the goose step and of all things anti British and anti Jewish. Stuart’s good fortune spurred the IRA’s top brass to pay him a Three Stooges style visit. Seán MacBride, Stuart’s brother-in-law, Seamus O’Donovan, and IRA Chief of Staff Stephen Hayes got Stuart to deliver IRA felicitations to the Reich and to ask if they had a few U boat loads of weapons to spare.

During the War, then, the IRA had McGarrity, O’Donovan, Russell, Stuart, Ryan and God knows who else prancing about the Reich. When, in 1996, Stuart was elected a Saoi of Aosdána, a pretty prestigious gig in the Irish art world, Irish language “poet” Máire Mhac an tSaoi, who was to achieve notoriety by campaigning for the rights of Irish-speaking pedophiles to ravage their way through Nepal, predictably objected but in vain as she was regarded as a scatty old bat with a penchant for sucking off MI6 agents. While the Aosdána storm in a tea cup was brewing, Irish Times columnist and notorious Zionist apologist Kevin Myers (whose career would later be destroyed on charges he was an anti-Semite), branded Stuart as a Nazi sympathiser; Stuart sued for libel and the case was settled out of court after the Irish Times, the Irish Loyalist Paper of Record, fully accepted “that Mr Stuart never expressed anti-Semitism in his writings or otherwise”.

Rosaleen James, who Stuart bonked in Berlin, had no such qualms. James was a mystery, something the likes of Walter Mitty, Mata Hari and the March Hare might have conceived between them. Although British, with a fondness for Ukrainian cock, she broadcast Nazi propaganda into neutral Ireland and participated in the failed, almost comical effort to recruit Irish prisoners of war to join the Nazis against Great Britain—quite a series of performances, considering her only contact with Ireland had been a 1937 week-long stint in a Dublin whore house. Immediately after the war, MI6 wanted to hang James as a traitor, but she escaped to Ireland, became fluent in Irish Gaelic and, under the assumed name of Róisín Ní Mheara, organized a number of Irish government-funded Jew-bashing conferences. James’ award-winning autobiography, which denied the Jewish Holocaust, was published in Gaelic in 1992.

Although the Irish literary establishment loved Róisín Ní Mheara’s unapologetic Nazism, the IRA-Nazi meeting of minds was not primarily about liquidating the Jews, the gypsies and the transgenders. It was about giving “England” a bloody nose and there is the rub. Even if the Nazi submarines had managed to land and offload their cargo, it is doubtful Dev would or could have suffered the IRA’s antics in silence. The IRA were worse than useless allies to the Germans and Dev could not have been much better. Though my Republican father never bought Dev’s Irish Press again till the day he died because of his capital punishment policies, there were much bigger things at stake than Dev’s personal riches. Had a robust Border campaign kicked off, Ulster’s Loyalists, backed by Scottish regulars, would have mercilessly crushed all before them and that is without Canadian, English or Australian help. Any such campaign would have been at best a very minor irritant to the Allies’ war effort and Dev and anyone else implicated would have had hell to pay for it.

Although Ryan’s left wing supporters maintain he and Russell were not German agents, that is to miss the point completely. Hitler’s Reich, as well as Churchill’s British one, were playing high stakes’ roulette and Ireland could not afford to be at the table in any shape or form. This is evident from Germany’s kid gloves treatment of Frank Ryan, whose views would have been a one way ticket to Auschwitz, had the Nazis not seen some considerable mileage for themselves in leveraging his Irish contacts.

As it was, Russell died on German U Boat U-65 100 miles off the Irish coast and, after the legendary IRA commander was ceremoniously fed to the fishes, Ryan, who accompanied him, had to return to Germany and spend his final months dodging RAF air raids. Though Operation Sea Eagle itself (Operation Whale, “Unternehmen Walfisch” in German) was an Abwehr May 1941 plot to fly Ryan, a transmitter and a cache of money into Ireland, it was as hare brained as the rest of their plans and likewise came to nothing.

Charles Henry Bewley, a member of the infamous Bewley’s family of beverage magnates, was Ireland’s chief diplomat to the Third Third Reich, as well as a confused convert from Quakerism to Cathoicism. As well as being beaten up by Briscoe’s Jewish Irgun thugs, his main claim to infamy is he was a paid apologist and propagandist for the Nazis, with whom he sympathised in their war against “Communists, Jews and Freemasons,” all of whom he loathed. As a barrister, he prosecuted Republicans in the sham Civil War courts of the Irish Free State and he had an abiding hatred of Éamon DeValera. Influenced in his sectarian views by Fr. Denis Fahey, honoured by Pope Pius X1 with the Order of the Grand Cross of St Gregory the Great for his work, employed by Joseph Goebbels as a propagandist, arrested and interned by the British in Merano, Northern Italy in May 1945. he settled down in Rome where Mgr Hugh O’Flaherty, ‘the Vatican Pimpernel’ who had rescued thousands of Jews and escaped POWs from the Nazis, became his best friend as he lived out his life in the Eternal City without even an Irish pension to show for his troubles.

Even though he too paid a high price for hobnobbing with the IRA’s retards, O’Donovan was also connected. Archbishop McQuaid arranged for O’Donovan’s four children to get good free schooling at Ireland’s top Catholic schools when O’Donovan was interned and the Deputy Garda Comissisoner wanted O’Donovan charged so that he would lose his job and pension as “he cannot have it both ways.” Many, like the Deputy Garda Commissioner did, of course, have it all ways. Dan Breen, Frank Aiken, Kathleen Lynn and any others, who harboured Nazi sympathies, carried on as before and did not lift a finger to help the IRA’s World War Two martyrs who faced firing squads, hangman’s ropes and concentration camps from Dev’s lot. Ryan died in the Reich and when his remains returned to Ireland, my mother and I, as well as armies of Communists, Republicans, Special Branch officers and sundry hangers on, attended the service in Whitefriar St. church on 21 June 1979 as well as the subsequent interment in the Republican Plot of Glasnevin Cemetery. In later years, I organised a meeting of Argentinians at the height of the Falklands/Malvinas war and was half-tricked into facilitating supporters of the Baader/Meinhoff group having a meeting but the Communists, Republicans, Special Branch officers and sundry hangers on were having none of it, a further real case, as with getting arms from the CIA in the USA or from Gadaffi in Libya, of being damned if you do and damned if you do not.

That said, James Brady and Frank Stringer, two Irishmen from the west of Ireland who fought bravely for the Waffen SS on the eastern front during the Second World War, escaped damnation, as did Donegal’s 2nd Lt. Doctor Patrick O’Neill, who was killed on the Eastern Front in the uniform of the Waffen SS Sturmbattalion 500. Brady was involved in Operation Panzerfaust — the arrest of Admiral Horthy — which Kildare resident Otto Skorzeny, Hitler’s favourite soldier, masterminded. Ireland’s Protestant churches salute these brave men every November.