They are alive and well and back in Ireland again stronger than ever, the gombeen, the shoneen, the traitor.
They even have their own parties established now, thus you have parties of traitors such as the Greens, the PBP and the so-called “Social Democrats” who thank God are not in Kilkenny!
For instance in Kilkenny, Councillor Malcolm Noonan backed the mosque to be built over there by O’Loughlin Road/Assumption Place with nary a thought for the neighbours he was betraying like Judas. He also boasted to me that such stupendous amounts of immigrants were being brought to this city as would stagger me! Of course he smeared all the good people of St. John’s parish as “Racists & Haters” – incredibly some of them even thanked him for that by voting for him in the locals in May!
But Councillor Noonan is far from being the only one. As I canvassed for houses for our local Irish on the Council housing list back in May this year in Stoneyford, I was abused by two women residents of the Lawcus estate there who insisted those houses go to refugees first.
Then I was abused similarly by a women in Dangan Terrace, Thomastown – who ironically made out that she was employed working for the homeless! People have such strange notions and stories! To make matters even more painful for me, she was living in a house there once the lovely home of that fabulous Thomastown family, the Caulfields, great friends of mine – I ate the best of country butter in that house back in the day.
Over on Ladywell I met a barrage of abuse from a coarse fella I knew to be a Shinner – yes, they’re still around. It was always said that Kilkenny was the Home of the Stranger and now I know this to be a fact from some of my own hurtful experiences.
The latest concern are the new houses and apartments being built in Kilkenny city. Noonan ran away on the people of Walkin Street a couple of years ago and stood up and betrayed them at the Council table when they were campaigning against the high rise there, now almost built. They put their trust in Noonan and Funchion – but even Deputy John and Andrew McGuinness let them down in the end.
The other politicians ran away , but Noonan actually stood up and agreed with the Council Executive and betrayed the people of that entire area. In fact he transferred himself to a lovely house in Loughboy from Francis Terrace around the corner from Walkin Street, so in fact as well as in Council, he ran away and betrayed the people of that lovely old stretch of St. Mary’s parish.
And now we’re left guessing as to who gets these apartments at Walkin Street, as well as who gets the new houses over at Ballybought Street, as well, of course, as the apartments in the Brogue Maker on the Comer Road. Sorry, but the word on the street is that all will be going to immigrants mostly with those left on the Council housing list left to their own devices once again.
And I’m not a hardened racist myself. In fact I have helped a good decent Moroccan fellow who was under the threat of deportation though he was one of the hardest working kitchen porters in town. And that’s the nub of it – those who are set up on the Dole and a “free house” for life are left alone while Aziz is threatened with deportation! There’s bureaucracy for you.
I’ve also helped gay friends in my day, even putting them up in my own house , feeding and giving them a few bob to help them along the way – but the gay community in Kilkenny can still abuse one!
And that’s because it’s all political today. The Irish are now facing a horrific time because of their own Backstop, but it’s political too.
And if you fancy a shapely female leg encased in nylon rather than in raggy torn jeans, then you’re a feckin misogynist to boot, or there’s something seriously unspecified wrong with you.
Ah well, there’s always the opening of the soccer season today cross channel, and at least over there they kicked up over forced mass immigration and voted for Brexit. It’s going to take the shock of that to wake some of the gombeens and shoneens here.
PHOTO: Councillor Malcolm Noonan, Kilkenny, Green Party – in his favourite Leon Trotsky pose.