The importance of calling Helen McEntee a cunt.

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The time has come to defend free speech not with protest but with language. Words, phrases and language, after all, are the tools of our daily interactive community trade with one another and they are, without doubt, under seismic attack in Ireland. To protest and fight back, in the first instance, we need to find the words.

Now, to undertake this exercise I must force myself to utilize language and a word, about someone, I’d much rather not utilize but only by doing so can I truly defend the free use of language in our nation. Our Justice Minister, Helen McEntee has many terrible political characteristics and most people are well versed in the litany of them. Indeed, I have detailed many of her shortcomings right here during the course of my frequent ramblings on the globalist capture of Ireland on Substack. So, as she is the lead donkey promoting the hate speech legislation she must be the person I lather my words and this word on.

The inspiration for today’s piece was picking up the Irish Times to unearth yet another political interview and puff piece by one of the Time’s political correspondents. A “ journalist” in other words. The interview was with Minister for Justice Helen McEntee. Asked to explain why “ Hate “ isn’t defined in the legislation the beneficiary of Ireland’s commitment to nepotism politics had this to say:

“ Hate is a well known, understood concept….. “

I wait for the journalist to pounce. And wait…and wait…. I put on the kettle…and wait some more… alas, by the time the tay is settled the two have hopped onto weightier matters. A discussion on how to kill babies faster has broken out while the tea was brewing. Removing the three day cooling off period for women accessing abortion services seems to be the best method to achieve this apparently. Again, McEntee is clear where she stands on killing babies faster.

“ I am pretty straight-forward on that. I don’t believe there should be a three day wait…” etc, etc, etc..

So, in summary, thus far, and based on a preponderance of the available evidence, I believe Helen McEntee might well be a cunt.

Now, usually, I delight in finding alternative, humorous and off-beat methods for illuminating the collective of buck-toothed braying donkeys responsible for championing the darkness enveloping Ireland for the last three years. Not least because it entertains myself. But also because laughter is the great circuit-breaker and make no mistake your government and McEntee are coming for that too with this legislation. The only question that remains is whether they know what they are doing or are too stupid to see it.

So, based on the above, this would also seem to be a cunt hell-bent on destroying not just free speech and free thought but laughter too and let’s not forget the tens of thousands of babies that will never be because their mother was rushed into an abortion instead of being given the opportunity to have adoring arms wrapped around her with a loved one, family, friends or father, whispering “ Are you sure, it’s OK to have this baby, you know, honey, everything will work out. we’ll help you get through this, we’re here for you” in those three days.

She is not a lone wolf cunt though. She works in a cabinet jam packed full with them, and in a country rolling them off multinational production lines as fast as the ink will stamp C-U-N-T onto their bare buttocks. Indeed, this point is a not inconsequential one. One of the curiosities about the likes of McEntee, Varadkar and Harris, to name but three current cunts, is they aren’t at all like a traditional type of Irish cunt at all.

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The summer’s in and the weather for the most part has been glorious. Irish summer-time means a massive flooding onto our shores of beached-whale sized American tourists. You’ll see them wheezing up and down Shop street, Quay street and the Latin Quarter in Galway by the JCB bucket load making indentations and potholes on the cobblestones this time of year. However it is a separate, noticeable feature about this type of Americano I want to converse with you about here.

American vocabularies.

As a young lad, working in a busy tourist pub, it was this vocabulary feature I noticed almost immediately about our yank friends. They most often had vocabularies much more expansive than our own in the West of Ireland. Initially, being young and foolish, I associated the breadth of their language bank as an indicator of superior intelligence. This is an easy mistake to make but it is not at all a reliable indicator of brainpower but rather a result of a US education that scores vocabulary skills at the end of high school education system through the SAT exams.

Often these people, similar to our current political class, mouth the words but are often shaky as to their meaning and clueless to their value. Historically, Irish people don’t usually have the same commitment to a widened vocabulary set. This is probably changing now though with the Americanisation of our university sector. A system that offers more words or access to an increased vocabulary as long as students agree to say less and less with smarter phrases.

Old Ireland was far, far smarter than this nonsense. Instead, we bent words to our will. Still today, most Irish people can make one word mean twenty different things. Words like cunt. Language in Irish hands is akin to what great Gaelic footballers of the past like a Peter Canavan, Maurice Fitzgerald or a Diarmuid Connolly could do with an O’Neill’s football. We don’t just kick words. We flick them, curl them, drive them, stun them, trap them, chip them, spin them with the outside of the left and right boot, back-heel them, and bend them to our will, intelligence and humour. English is a language that doesn’t sing to our soul so we have to remorselessly shape it into something somewhat agreeable to our spirit. Removing a single word from the Irish vocabulary set destroys twenty different uniquely Irish conversations. Helen McEntee and the coterie of cunts at the heart of Ireland Inc know this well.

A good retort to the hate speech legislation is the word cunt. When you see a government Minister, TD, Senator or county councillor out and about casually destroying Ireland be sure to nod your head in greeting to them and smile.

“ You know, you’re only a cunt “

Because that’s all any of them really are in this country, at this sad time.

A final thought. Is calling someone a cunt a hate crime?

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