England’s Prime Minister has only gone and declared war on the human rights lawyers who question the questionable actions of those uniformed men and women who are only ever following orders.
Scotland’s Battle for History
Our desire for independence is rooted in our awareness of our identity as a distinct identity from that of England, and integral to our better understanding of our identity is a better knowledge of our past. It is precisely this fear of self-discovery that make the unionist a revisionist.
Demystifying Deregulation
Capitalism is like a great big game of Monopoly that rich people play, with the marked difference being that whatever happens in game time impacts, often very seriously, on ordinary people’s lives – especially on the lives of those watching Jeremy Kyle.
The Scandal of Direct Provision in Ireland
This is nothing more than a modern revision of the concentration camp designed to rob men, women, and children of everything that makes a person a human being; community, society, economy, hygiene, privacy, and even the right to prepare food.
The Place of the Skull
Our childish question; “Why did no one help him?” must be asked again and again with fresh opportunity for us to answer that question in our words and actions. We are the answer to that question.
Building a Better Ireland for Everyone
Ensuring that everyone has a decent quality of housing, education, access to opportunity, healthcare and so forth is not a “hand out.” People born into this state had no choice in the matter, and neither does anyone have the option of opting out of the state.
Peter Sutcliffe and Serial Killer Capitalism
Like the psychopathic killer Capitalism is singularly motivated by its own selfish desires without regard for morality or even the lives of other people, and like Sutcliffe it is tempered by a need to appear good and respectable to its spouse. It was when Mrs. Sutcliffe went to bed or was otherwise absent that the Yorkshire Ripper allowed his inner monster out to play.
God Help the Children of Syria
Let’s make this real with a question: Have you ever held a dead child? Not just seen one in a photograph, but really held the corpse of an infant? Some reading this may well have done. That child may have been their own, and to them I can say only that I am sorry, and – by God – my heart goes out to you.
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