Chay Bowes on X: Children in the slums of Cumberland Street. Dublin, Ireland, 1940. My father was born in a similar “Tenement” house that very year on Mercer Street near St. Stephens Green. 8 rooms housing 13 families with a single toilet outside. (yes I do remember, Sean McDermott Street, the Liberties, the flats given by the Guinness family giving more respectful accommodation to families). They were such hard times and poverty prevailed. Ireland was a garrison city under British rule and poverty gave us the Monto and much hardship especially for women and children.

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Children in the slums of Cumberland Street. Dublin, Ireland, 1940. My father was born in a similar “Tenement” house that very year on Mercer Street near St. Stephens Green. 8 rooms housing 13 families with a single toilet outside.

These once great Georgian houses were abandoned to unscrupulous land Lords by the British elites when they returned to London due to Irish “independence” but sadly the promise of a great new Republic quickly faded as the careerist cabal of self serving politicians slithered into the vacuum. In reality, nothing changed for the poor when Dublin Castles bureaucrats painted the post boxes green covering the red. The dysfunction and poverty continued and, in many cases, accelerated.

Today, Ireland is suffering a chronic shortage of housing. Thousands of Irish children are living in poverty. They are homeless and hopeless due to the serial failure of Irelands political elite. They are focused not on the welfare of our people but on complying with every whim of an unelected EU elite, which they one day aim to become part of.

Ireland is also suffering an epidemic of drug use, cocaine and cannabis are everyday fixtures for our young, home ownership is a fantasy for most, even renting a home impossible die to the misery farming of large investment landlords precludes young Irish from buying a starter home. Massive rents prevent saving for a home, and the cycle continues.

Irelands political elite have morphed into a uni party cabal, obsessed with woke agendas, demonising anyone brave enough to call out the incessant March towards the evisceration of our society and every trace of our uniqueness. We are losing our young to places that can offer them hope of a home and a future, all the while the Eilites import their “professional” replacements, Indians and Bangladeshis now staff out hospitals, Filipinos our care homes and Brazilians our bars and cafes.

Irelands once booming tourism trade is collapsing, a 15 billion euros trade is dying, our hotels sold out to house immigrants and Ukrainians, our towns and cities bereft of life, boarded up businesses, chicken shops and mobile phone stores where once communities thrived and children played.

Irelands’ health system is in a state of permacrisis, petty corruption, and a two-tier system that prioritises those that can pay have led to a massive 20% of the population waiting for care in the public system. Deaths from malpractice are now routine, billions paid annually for a grossly dysfunctional and dangerous ecosystem of failure.

All the while, our stony faced “liberal” politicians queue up to idolise the Ukrainain Dictatorship, “unconditionally” supporting the Brussles fourth reich for fear of dirtying their bibs ahead of a cosy appointment to the Brussels political retirement home.

Trump’s America is now the new enemy ,only matched by “Putins Russia” on the scale of indignation and outrage regularly peddled in the utterly gutless client media.

Ireland is decaying before our eyes. A beautiful country, home to generations of our ancestors who struggled in unimaginable adversity to deliver us to this? No Irishman or woman can or should remain silent on the reality of what’s happening to our homeland. You will be called “far right”. You will be called a racist and you will be attacked most aggressively by those who preach tolerance to all, except their kin who call out the criminal neglect of our country. Our home, our Ireland.

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Life event that changes all: Horse riding accident in Zimbabwe in 1993, a fractured skull et al including bipolar anxiety, chronic fatigue …. co-morbidities (Nietzche 'He who has the reason why can deal with any how' details my health history from 1993 to date). 17th 2017 August operation for breast cancer (no indications just an appointment came from BreastCheck through the Post). Trinity College Dublin Business Economics and Social Studies (but no degree) 1997-2003; UCD 1997/1998 night classes) essays, projects, writings. Trinity Horizon Programme 1997/98 (Centre for Women Studies Trinity College Dublin/St. Patrick's Foundation (Professor McKeon) EU Horizon funded: research study of 15 women (I was one of this group and it became the cornerstone of my journey to now 2017) over 9 mth period diagnosed with depression and their reintegration into society, with special emphasis on work, arts, further education; Notes from time at Trinity Horizon Project 1997/98; Articles written for Irishhealth.com 2003/2004; St Patricks Foundation monthly lecture notes for a specific period in time; Selection of Poetry including poems written by people I know; Quotations 1998-2017; other writings mainly with theme of social justice under the heading Citizen Journalism Ireland. Letters written to friends about life in Zimbabwe; Family history including Michael Comyn KC, my grandfather, my grandmother's family, the O'Donnellan ffrench Blake-Forsters; Moral wrong: An acrimonious divorce but the real injustice was the Catholic Church granting an annulment – you can read it and make your own judgment, I have mine. Topics I have written about include annual Brain Awareness week, Mashonaland Irish Associataion in Zimbabwe, Suicide (a life sentence to those left behind); Nostalgia: Tara Hill, Co. Meath.
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