‘Heartbroken’ over rugby but not the death of their country, the hysteria surrounding last weekend’s bread and circus cult event shows Irish men have an awful lot further to fall

Gemma O’Doherty

19 Oct 2023

It felt like another nail was driven into Ireland’s coffin last weekend. I had managed to shield myself completely from the buffoonery of ‘The Rugby’ but the levels of mania engulfing the country among the vaccinated cult by Saturday made it unavoidable.

Grown men shedding tears over other men losing a game in a foreign sport as their country and children’s futures go up in flames. Of course neither group represents what could be defined as real men. But this so-called ‘heartbreaking’ event led to such a tsunami of ‘emotion’ and ‘devastation’ in them, it was as if their entire existence was invested in it. The pathetic truth is that for many of them, it is, as they hold up as idols establishment whores who used their status to push the Covid scam which has left the country in ruins.

Are these same people not ‘heartbroken’ over the fact that Ireland is now overrun with illegal aliens who are raping their daughters and have rendered the once safest streets in the world lethal after dark?

Are these same men not ‘heartbroken’ over the fact that their children will never own a home of their own, will live under a UN police state that will monitor their every move, seize every aspect of their freedom and force vaccinate them?

Are these same men not ‘heartbroken’ over the horrific death toll among young people, the turbo cancers, the strokes, the myocarditis caused as a direct result of the killer injection?

Can they not shed a tear for them?

Of course, the reason all of the above has happened to our country is exactly because Irish men have been so emasculated and brought to their knees by the regime that the only thing that seems to raise any sort of emotion in them now is the opportunity for copious pints provided through the relentless cycle of ‘games’ and ‘matches’ put on by the regime to keep them drunk, stupid and in a trauma bond with it.

Last weekend was a nauseating insight into the mindset of the Irish people who seem no further down the path of enlightenment than they were four years ago when they willingly put plastic masks over their gobs and locked themselves up on the orders of the slime in Leinster House.

Coming out of a trauma bond is a long and complex process. We are dealing with a population that has been intensely brainwashed by RTE and the mainstream media for decades. Many Irish men are addicted to the poison that is alcohol. Many chew on Big Pharma sweeties to numb the pain of the grim reality they have created for themselves. Many snort cocaine and use pornography and promiscuity to further destroy their manhood. They have no self-control or discipline. There is no Logos in their life.

If they came out of their brainwashed spell, they would want nothing to do with a social engineering event like ‘The Rugby’ which was wholeheartedly pushed by all of the creeps who are destroying their lives and leaving their children homeless.

They would feel absolutely repulsed at the sight of these criminals and the herd that went along with it pretending that there is anything to celebrate in this country at this moment in history when our people are being wiped out in their thousands by a poison vaccine.

Imagine if they put just a tiny fraction of the effort they devote to ‘The Rugby’ into saving Ireland, walking away from the regime and ensuring their children have a viable future.

You are left with a feeling that they deserve everything that is coming to them. It might sound cruel but the spectacle of Saturday night displayed the infantile nature of the ‘men of Ireland’ and that they have an awful lot of growing up to do. They have lost their souls. They have lost their minds. They are bought and paid for. And so the punishment coming for them will be severe. They are walking into the flames of hell, physically and spiritually.

They need a new anthem, which I have composed below.

Ireland’s Fall (sung to the tune of Ireland’s Call)

Direland, Direland, Forever Standing Small.

The Men Of Direland Will Ensure Ireland Falls.

Come the jab and come the booster. Come the lockdowns and the checkpoints.

We will bend the knee as our country falls. We will throw away our children’s futures.

Covid, Covid. We still believe the scam.

Four years later, we’re jabbing on demand.

When we see the strokes all round us and the myocarditis,

We blame the people who tried to save us and sink our heads into the Heino.

Far roight, far roight. We’d hate to be called that.

We’re not racists. We welcome every black.

Mask us up and give us rugger. Climate crisis. Migrants welcome.

They can rape our women and daughters too. Just as long as we still have the rugger.

Lycra, lycra. We cannot get enough. We’re all queers now, with Sexton in the scrum.

We love Leo and our bike lanes, virtue signalling and zero carbon.

But when rugger calls, we board our flights for the Heineken and feck the planet.

Ronan, Ronan, what happened to your points?

Did Gardai look after you? You wouldn’t be the first.

Bread and circus for the dumbed-down masses who are order followers.

One day soon, they’ll wake up and realise that their four proud provinces are drowning.

Drico, you sicko. McClean made you so shy.

To hell with his victims. You wouldn’t hear their cry.

Direland, Direland, Forever Standing Small.

The Men Of Direland Will Ensure Ireland Falls.

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