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Grim tidings from the Emerald Isle

The natives of the Emerald Isle are getting restless. They complain of inaccessible healthcare and interminable waits for treatment. When they finally get inside a hospital they’re faced with over-crowded wards, trollies for beds while the treatment, when it eventually comes, is frequently performed by inexperienced and over-worked medical staff. God help you – literally – if you or your child requires expensive specialised treatment. Meanwhile the malaise that incapacitates law enforcement in most Western countries has become entrenched here. Police will respond instantly, at breakneck speed, sirens blaring, to reports of a racist or homophobic tweet. But report an ongoing burglary at your home and you’ll be told the under-resourced cops can’t make it out until tomorrow when they’ll close the case by signing off on the insurance report. The constable on the beat has faded into a long-forgotten relic of the past. In fact the standard and response times of most public services have declined. For instance citizens have missed holidays abroad because of unprecedented delays in passport renewals. Airports, trains and buses are packed to the gills. Criminality blossoms with the country’s annual murder rate proudly approaching that of a Chicongo weekend.

However trying, these problems pale into insignificance in comparison to those related to accommodation. Or lack of same. And the price of same. In short Ireland is experiencing an unprecedented shortfall in all forms of accommodation, a shortfall which has translated inexorably into stratospheric prices. Unsurprisingly our homeless figures hit new records every week. From Gript: A long and slow-moving queue of dozens mostly young people who stood in line for hours to look at a rental property has caught the attention of online commentators after it was posted by blogger Conor Finn. Finn, who was waiting in line to see the property in Drumcondra himself, wrote: “This is what a house viewing now consists of in Dublin. Over 100 people waiting in line for a rental property.”

(Meanwhile across the Irish sea the state into which the British armed forces – which once ruled a quarter of the earth from a small rain-swept isle – can be gauged by this headline: “British soldier died after being mistaken for target by short-sighted colleague”. Never mind lads (and ladies, and zirs, and Pakis and Africans and Muslims and homos and trans-sexuals) off you go now under the command of Brigadier General Matilda Bokomoko to bravely take on the three million-strong Chinese military at the other end of the world. To protect the democratic international rules-based order.)

But amid all this gloom and doom there has been one positive development, one which brings squeals of joy from Ireland’s professionally compassionate bed-wetters, those who substitute smug feelings of righteousness for the traditional habit of critical thinking. Quivering under waves of virtue-orgasms they cry “Look! Ireland’s population has exceeded five million people for the first time since the famine!” And most of the increase has been in the last year and, better again, three quarters of the New Irish came from non-EU countries. Wow, what a wonderful, growing, diverse and progressive people we’ve become! Compare us now to the poverty-stricken hideously White fifties of empty houses, full churches and police with nothing to do. I’m sure they represent a large segment of the Irish public — let’s call them the dickless cucks — who look at this and see a vision of progress, an Ireland hurtling toward a bright future of rhythmic world beats, high-level international courtship displays, and Irish soyboys gamely pretending to enjoy their cultural annihilation.

The interesting thing about all of this is that nobody, in public at any rate, draws any causal relationship between our exploding population levels and the plummeting accessibility to healthcare, law-enforcement and accommodation. But it’s the only explanation! There are simply too many people looking for public services and accommodation, the supply of which cannot be increased at the flick of a switch even were the money available. And the money isnot available. Since the ECB and Federal Reserve bullied our incompetent and pusillanimous politicians (subsequent proud recipients of the Good Goyim Award) into bailing out the banksters in 2008 we’ve become the Zimbabwe of the north. And in true Zimbabwe style we’ve continued to borrow and spend like drunken sailors. But that which cannot continue will not continue and the reckoning is coming fast, probably as soon as the cold and damp Irish Winter sets in.

But how will this reckoning play out? Will the hoi polloi sweep our traitorous politicians from power by way of pitchforks and torches? I don’t know, but I doubt it. The Fighting Irish are an archetype from the past. Our minds have been polluted by GlobalHomoZioLGBQMIC to the point where rational thought on these issues has become impossible. Based on what I see and hear the public still buys into the diversity sales pitch. They seem to think that the New Irish from Somalia and Nigeria will be hard-working and highly-skilled doctors, engineers and scientists whose productivity will compensate for Ireland’s increasing ratio of elderly dependents. You can’t fix stupid. Actually stupid is the wrong word. One commentator at the UNZ Review explained the afflicted public in the following terms: “They have a thick, protective cover of political stupidity, which isn’t really stupidity but rather a finely-tuned opportunist instinct to steer clear of subject matter that could inconvenience their lives. It can be frustrating to look at the masses, and feel that they are just stupid or lazy or selfish or whatever. But they’re really not. They just simply do not have a mechanism in their brains that is capable of questioning the consensus of their perceived authorities.” As Ayn Rand once said, “The hardest thing to explain is the glaringly evident which everyone has decided not to see.”

But, as I’ve pointed out on countless occasions, when your family’s standard of living undergoes a drastic and sudden decline you tend to focus on the essentials. Giving up your home to the New Irish will not qualify as an essential. Neither will the myriad of green globohomo pieties making food, heating and travel unaffordable.

Maybe the words of Yeats will apply again. “All is changed. Changed utterly. And a terrible beauty is born”

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One Response to “Grim tidings from the Emerald Isle”

  1. RKae says:

    When they finally get inside a hospital they’re faced with over-crowded wards, trollies for beds while the treatment, when it eventually comes, is frequently performed by inexperienced and over-worked medical staff.

    And don’t forget: When you finally get that treatment, it’s most likely the opposite of what you should have done to you.

    Medical science is a bad idea even when performed by highly-skilled people.