Greater Love Than This Hath No Man

At the tender age of 12 I witnessed a watershed moment in the history of Ireland’s long struggle against the British Crown. In 1981 Irish Republican prisoners reached a point of no return in the battle to break the British policy of criminalisation. The battle would culminate in the pyrrhic victory of sorts in the Irish Hunger Strikes.

From 1976 the British mounted a media offensive to give the impression that the Irish struggle for independence was a criminal gang conspiracy with no popular support other than that given through intimidation and fear – they were made out to be nothing more than gangsters.

The struggle commenced when the British Government withdrew the ‘Special Category Status’ of political prisoners. This status was granted after a previous hunger strike in 1972 at the height of the early troubles. Republicans incarcerated after this time would also be housed in a specially built maximum security prison – the H Blocks.

The first prisoner processed under the new regime was Kieran Nugent. He refused to wear the offered prison uniform and said the prison guards would have to "nail it to my back”. He was forced to be naked with only a thin prison blanket to protect his modesty. Hence came the name of the “blanket protest”.

Later the war of attrition continued and escalated to a point where the prisoners had to smear their faeces on the cell walls and throw urine under the cell doors. As conditions worsened only one tactic remained - Hunger Strike.

An abortive mass hunger strike took place in 1980 when British brinkmanship took the struggle to the point of near death. It was unsuccessful after a last minute “good faith” proposal from the Brits proved ultimately worthless – Perfidious Albion as usual.

A difficult decision was made that the weakness of this tactic would be removed. Hunger Strikers would join at different times and that in the event of deaths they would be replaced with fresh volunteers.

This would be no suicide mission but a tactic to increase pressure through public protest. Existing medical conditions would be monitored and illness would force the stand down of some hunger strikers.

The strike began on 1st of March when Bobby Sands first refused food. He would be joined by Francis Hughes, Raymond McCreesh and Patsy O’Hara. Bobby would be elected to the British Parliament in a by-election during his fast to increase the pressure on the British.

All through March and April tensions rose rapidly. Everyone expected the Brits to play brinkmanship games again. No one believed that they would allow a Member of their Parliament to die in this manner. In the early hours of the morning of the 5th May Bobby died after 66 days on hunger strike. To say the district I lived in exploded in anger would be an understatement.

In spring and summer of that year while the world watched the petty pomp of Charles and Di’s wedding a nightmare death watch ensured for the Irish. The strike was ultimately called off in early October after the prisoners’ families’ repeatedly intervened to ask for medical treatment when they slipped into comas.

By its end 10 hunger strikers had died. 2 were ordered off the protest on medical ground, 5 had been taken off by their families and 6 were still on strike at its end. The entire nation was traumatised by the emotional rollercoaster and the ensuing violence.

Publically the British lauded the ‘defeat’ of the Republican Movement. In private it was an acknowledged disaster for them. Their reputation in the international community lay in tatters. In Ireland there weren’t enough guns to supply the new generation of volunteers.

The flagging armed resistance was rejuvenated. The electoral success of Bobby and his election agent Owen Carron propelled the political party Sinn Fein to the front of the struggle. There was no going back. All this was unforeseen in those days.

30 years ago ordinary men from ordinary backgrounds were forced into a terrible struggle with a merciless state. Despite the public stance of the British the prisoners achieved their 5 simple demands.

1. The right not to wear a prison uniform;
2. The right not to do prison work;
3. The right of free association with other prisoners, and to organise educational and recreational pursuits;
4. The right to one visit, one letter and one parcel per week;
5. Full restoration of remission lost through the protest.

Why do I bring up these still painful memories at this time? At this very moment another strike is under way. On 1st July prisoners inside Pelican Bay State Prison in California began a rolling hunger strike.

They too have 5 demands and have been reduced to using the most fundamental weapon of the oppressed – their own lives. We can read about this struggle from the Hunger Strike Solidarity and Prison Watch blogs.

The tactic of hunger strike is an old and respected one in many cultures. It is the tactic of last resort and these men have been left with no other option. Fyodor Dostoyevsky is quoted as saying that "The degree of civilization in a society can be judged by entering its prisons."

We shall see how civilised the new Empire truly is. In a society that frequently employs prisoners as slave labour the dimensions of this struggle are deeper than simply ‘law and order’ issues. Human rights for the inmates in the new gulags may be more important than first thought. How many more will join them soon.

My connection to this story is an emotional one. If you can dismiss these men as ‘criminals’ I have a short story from the Irish lesson and remember well that when Christ was crucified it was in the company of two thieves.

The prison chaplain at the time of the hunger strike came to visit Bobby Sands in his cell not long after he had begun his fast. The priest sought to question Bobby on the morals of his hunger strike, Bobby's only response was to quote the bible:

"Greater Love Than This Hath No Man, Than that he Lay Down His Life for his Friend".

The War Within

The world around is made to seem dark and foreboding. Those that would be our eternal lords and masters’ desire one emotion from us – fear. In the coming storm we can control only one thing – our own minds





We cannot remake others in our own image. We must look at the ties that hold us together and not the perceived differences that keep us apart. Only ties made of love will hold true.

To steal a quote from Bobby Sands;

"They have nothing in their whole imperial arsenal that can break the spirit of anyone who doesn't want to be broken".

Cresting The Watershed

I was shocked the other day. I spotted my blog listed on another site and it said 3 weeks since my last post. What is up with the passage of time at the moment – blink and you miss it.

I’ve been spinning my own wheel in the rat race at full speed and wrapping myself in knots doing it. What for? It’s not for monetary gain as we all know that’s a crock of shit. It certainly not for pleasure.

It boils down to being a well trained little drone. The idea of doing the best we can, of having a strong and independent work ethic all make for chucky being a very dull boy. I also have a belief in the virtue of giving one’s word and keeping it.

What does this mean for the reader? Absolutely nothing I suppose. That’s just where I’ve been and I have bugger all positive to show for it. I have been keeping one eye on the helter skelter happenings of the time.

It is very easy to look at it all and just think we have been born into a time of madness - we haven’t. We are seeing the fruition of long planned schemes. Numerous methods of herd control have been developed over the centuries and they bombard our every waking moment.

Orwell gave us some warnings of the methodology of the process. War is Peace, Ignorance is Strength etc, etc. The talking heads and the tabloid presstitutes are at it constantly. War, famine, debt, death, poverty, austerity.

They tell us that politicians have all the answers, the banks are vital to our prosperity and the state is here to help. Bwa-hahaha. No wonder everyone is going mad.

All of those that read my ranting will already be aware of the irony employed in that last sentence. It is a miracle of the human spirit that after centuries (millennia even) of this conditioning that there still remains in our species those precious individuals that simply cry bullshit!

The shocks to the mind are coming thick and fast. That is deliberately intended to speed the plan along and to keep us off balance. It would be easy to give up in frustration and confusion but I see that so many voices remain strong and steadfast.

We have been climbing a very long hill – a watershed in the course of our collective development. I feel we have finally crossed the military crest and summit is in sight. Whence from there?

The inherent fatal flaws in the NATO war machine are starting to show in the Libyan massacre. Their plans for a quick, easy smash and grab are bogging down in the North African sands. The munitions still need paying for so the war hawks carry on. Exit strategies are for pussies etc, etc.

The Egyptians are back on the streets demanding more accountability. The head of their army rejected an ‘offer’ of an IMF loan. He must have rocks so big he should carry them around in a wheelbarrow.

Syria has dropped off the MSM radar mostly as the plan is not going smoothly there either. Penny has been invaluable at keeping an eye on the developments there.

The Greeks are in open revolt against their impending slavery. Spain and Italy are finally getting the bankster treatment and will surely follow suit.

So where’s the good news you ask? 2 stories are risen into view one quietly and the other blasted over the same propaganda channels.

Here in CCTV land the muckraker supreme Murdock is very much the story in all the headlines. The behaviour of his attack dogs is not new to most of us. It was new to the consuming herd space. Digging the dirt on celebrities is one thing but going after the families of child murder victims and dead servicemen and women is another.

So, one tabloid rag was closed down in an attempt to impose damage limitation. It’s an old trick and in normal events the same beast would return with a new name and smell as foul. Not this time as more, graver revelations are hinted to come.

Secret payments to police are tales that the slave ship of state cannot be seen to ignore. Leaks are appearing that the same tricks were used against the victims of the 911 false flag. Insider dirt on the bloodlines controlling the Unemployed Kingdom is bound to follow.

Rivals in the press are working overtime to rip the bag of dirt wide open. The fan is on high speed and the splat will uncover many a lurking stink.

The second story was an article from Nick Kollerstrom that I found via the truthseeker site. Tony Farrell, a ‘Principle Intelligence Analyst’ of twelve years for South Yorkshire Police dropped a major bombshell in an official Strategic Threat Assessment report. Not the profile of the average ‘truther’.

Tony accidentally ‘woke up’ to the truth about the false flag attack on 911 by reading online material. He went on to examine the 7/7 false flag in London. He came to the same conclusion and that both were indeed false flags.

He raised his concerns with his superiors and unsurprisingly they tried to steer him back on track again. Tony decided to follow his conscience and delivered a report stating that the “real terrorist ‘threat’ to society was almost entirely of the state-sponsored kind”.

He was sent home the same day and eventually dismissed as his beliefs were “..incompatible at the moment with where we are.” No shit Sherlock! He is currently appealing that decision. All of which leaves a documented paper trail.

We are witnessing a time where the spell we have laboured under is no longer effective. The lies for wars (even when they are not called wars) are increasingly blatant and ineffectual at fooling the masses.

The ordure from the scandal in Murdock Central is poised to cross the Atlantic and splat all over the cosy network media scene. As Les Visible has repeated said this is the time of the apocalypse – the unveiling. Lots of eyes should get opened in the process and I hope they are wearing safety goggles.

Is a crack appearing in the façade of the false flag magik myths? Will the elites and bloodlines be able to use another as surely they must in the months of chaos ahead?

A few shafts of light in the tunnel have appeared. Only time will tell if it’s a train or the end of the tunnel. Thank you to all the bloggers for their tireless and dogged persistence in keeping the truth movement on track wherever it may lead.