Furious locals gathering at the Citywest Hotel

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In May, Sinn Féin councillor William Carey called the locals fascists and racists for protesting against this facility.

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"Where are the lads who stood with me when history was made.
Oh Ghrá Mo Chroí, I long to see the boys of the old brigade."

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Ezra’s after getting decked by an Irish lad right in front of me , what a left hook 😂😂

No matter what happened in Citywest last night or tonight or nights coming.

This happened, this week. This is what matters. And the same throughout Ireland this week and every week until they are ALL sent back!

Gardaí will smash Irish women down to the ground with riot shields, trample over their bodies and split their heads open, all in order to protect African paedophile rapists.

A genuine question for any members of An Garda Síochána that may see this post:
When the state uses you to baton charge and trample over your own people for the sake of foreign paedophile rapists, do you still tell yourselves you're doing it to serve the people of Ireland?

It has never been more clear that the State is now the enemy of the people.

The people are beginning to fear that the Irish Government is merely a machinery for their destruction.
— John Mitchel

CityWest right now.

Family member of the 10 year old girl who was raped by an African invader decides to speak about it.

The North American Division condemns in the strongest terms the violence taken against the concerned families and protestors by an Garda Síochána last night and the night previous outside of Citywest Hotel in Saggart, Co. Dublin after an African migrant raped a 10-year old Irish girl. The government and police should fear the forceful response by the people of Ireland that they have continued to antagonize. The Gardaí should be cursed for its complicit involvement in the suppression of the voice of the people, and for defending rapists and criminals, all foreigners with no right to be in the country. The state-owned media has once again attempted to hide the facts of this crime and have used it to paint ordinary people as violent thugs. The unnamed 26-year old migrant, who requested an Arabic interpreter in court, was issued a deportation order in March, and the government has failed in achieving the smallest task of assuring that the order was carried out.

The Diaspora cannot stay quiet while our countrymen are assaulted and attacked by an invading army shipped in and provided for by their own government. As we have in past generations we must now stand by and speak up for the country that gave us and our ancestors birth. When tyranny becomes law, resistance is duty.

Ar son na hÉireann, Réidh!

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We would like to congratulate our member, Caleb Ó Muireadhaigh, on getting his poem Mightiest Alone published by Antelope Hill after entering their annual writing competition, the title of which this year was If Not Us, Who?

The poem follows the arc of our people's history from the Flight of the Earls up until today, focusing on the common denominator throughout all of it: the Irish people's claim of sovereignty over the entire island of Éire.

The entire poem can be found directly below this post.

Mightiest Alone
by Caleb Ó Muireadhaigh

A new century had just begun but the Earls had fallen low
They shook the hands at Mellifont and soon they fled their home
Our people gazed at empty thrones: "Are the nobles gone now and for all time?"
No! Aristocracy is inborn in our race, whether in home or foreign clime

With a belief in noble Gaelic blood, Féilim raised the sword
To smite invading planters and expel the foreign horde
For God, King and Country the Gael did wage his war
And for longer than a decade his blood pervade and spilled galore

At the behest of foreign Parliamentarians, the Gael had fall upon his back
But with belief in Christ, he rose again, and readied for attack
Then came the foreign Dutchman, paid by those who spit upon the cross
Enemies not just of dear Ireland, but of Europe, and of God

Near three years the war did rage, till the Wild Geese spread their wings and flew
The Gael did look around, consolidate, and begin the struggle all anew
Famine struck our brothers yonder sea, and sailed they to our shores
Our men flocked all over Europe and we fought in Stuart wars

And when the Jacobites did rise in the year one seven forty five
Gideon cursed their faith and honour, and he funded their demise
Then came our valiant heroes, pikemen ready for to die
And die they did unceasing, as the bodies piled on high

As Tone took his blade and slit his throat, Dwyer manned the mountains
Emmet was soon beheaded and blood did flow down as a fountain
No one will ever save us, only we can end our peoples' pouring tears
The Young Movement rose and failed, then reinforced, and tried again in nineteen years

"If not us, then who?" one asked, and Griffith answered: "Ourselves Alone!"
Through the will of our own people we will resurrect the Gaelic throne
It is deep within our memory, unconscious within our souls
The true nobility of Éire know that we are Mightiest Alone

And with that all in mind, the Seven signed the Proclamation
At Easter time to tame the tide of foreign domination
Sixteen heroes executed, in the future thousands more will die
Brother will kill brother and father kill his own dear child

And in '69 our heroes raised the rifle, and fought for 30 years
But subversion was put in place by men of foreign mindset, who did tout to British ears
And now my dear young Gaelic brethren, fight tooth, nail, and bone
Flock to your family through Clann Éireann, for we are Mightiest Alone