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    Regarding black 47

    an Gorta Mór





    as even as a kid I knew when that story was told it was a major scam, trick , con

    the usual stuff

    but I knew right away there was something rotten there

    you bet, if you ask any sheep in the street they ll say ah just a bad crop


    so let´s look into black 47 a bit more closely and deeper

    to stay on course here

    just mesmerizing here

    I tend to do that sometimes

    look at things from different angles, especially those angles not pushed down our throat by the all pervasive control grid

    one must learn from history ,the ancient tricks as they use them over and over again


    because folk dont learn and live under the spell of perception management.


    Irish “Potato Famine” Was Deliberate Genocide

    location of mass graves in Ireland




    THE IRISH HOLOCAUST- (Irish: an Gorta Mór) or the Great Hunger was a period of mass starvation, disease and emigration in Ireland between 1845 and 1852


    According to historian Chris Fogarty,

    the “Irish Potato Famine” which killed over five million people

    was not a famine but a deliberate British policy of starvation similar to the

    Holomodor in the Ukraine in 1932-33.


    Note: why does that not really come as a surprise


    “The truth is startling, 67 out of 130 regiments of Britain’s Empire army were in Ireland in this period (100,000 at any one time). The troops were not on a humanitarian mission. Their job was to remove food by force.”

    by Richard Merriman


    History is a big lie told by the victors. The illuminati have almost perfected rewriting history to suit their own agenda.


    I grew up thinking that the Irish famine was a natural catastrophe caused by crop failure; the Irish were guilty of only cultivating only one crop– potatoes.


    While Chris Fogarty was researching the biography of his paternal grandfather at the National Archives, he uncovered a policy of genocide . The truth is startling: 67 out of 130 regiments of Britain’s Empire army were in Ireland during this period (100,000 at any one time). The troops were not on a humanitarian mission. Their job was to remove food by force.

    The nation starved as its food was confiscated, 40-70 shiploads a day were removed at gunpoint assisted by British constables, militia and troops. They seized tens of millions head of livestock, tens of millions of tons flour, grains and poultry. These vast quantities were more than enough to feed 18 million people.

    The first lie was that the famine was due to the failure of the potato crop. When the quantity of exported Irish foodstuffs could no longer be concealed, the second lie was that the rich Irish were starving the poor Irish. G.B. Shaw wrote in Man and Superman 1897: “The Famine? No, the Starvation. When a country is full of food and exporting it, there can be no Famine.”‘

    In The Great Hunger (1962,) British Historian Woodham Smith identified 13 of the food removal regiments. She became a pariah in British and Irish academia for the next 30 years. Academic historians maintain the lie that only one crop was cultivated, covering up the food removals and exportation to England. British and Irish academia won’t approach the truth, and anyone bringing the genocide out in the open is smeared as a “republican” (implying a terrorist.)

    Former Irish President Mary Robinson referred to the genocide as “Ireland’s largest natural disaster.” In 2005, British Prime Minister Tony Blair said, “Britain stood by while the Irish starved to death”, but did not acknowledge role of the British Army in forced food confiscations.

    The consequence of publishing the truth can be severe. Chris Fogarty has been raided several times and charged by the FBI. He was told unofficially that British intelligence were involved. The charges were later proven to be fabricated and dropped.




    The 5.2 million death figure cited by Chris is higher than the official figures which only posit a 2M drop from 1841-51 due to natural famine and emigration. He believes the 1841 census underestimates the real population of over 12M. He calculates a total population reduction of about 6 million with about 1 million emigrating.


    The genocide was a deliberate attempt to exterminate the Irish people and their cultural and national identity. Queen Victoria’s economist, Nassau Senior, voiced his fear that existing policies “will not kill more than one million Irish in 1848 and that will scarcely be enough to do much good.” The Times leader in 1848 wrote


    “A Celt will soon be as rare on the banks of the Shannon as the red man on the banks of Manhattan.”


    During the “famine” years, Irish foodstuff received high prices on the agricultural and commodity markets of the world. The British Empire covered half the globe; why else would it keep half its armies in Ireland at great expense?


    The Irish were an obstacle to Britain’s world power. They were Celtic, Catholic with their own rich culture and traditions, namely strong: National identity, Family, Culture and Christian faith. The Irish have a strong Celtic consciousness giving the people the ability to think critically, morally and be self-sufficient and it’s in our DNA cultural Marxism cannot extinguish it.


    Ireland like many European nations is undergoing the genocide by cultural Marxism, mass immigration of third worlders, minority rights of LGBT, feminists to undermine marriage, gender leading to moral collapse.


    Charity starts at home and our first duty is to be attentive to our own people’s national tragedies before concentrating on another peoples. Shoahism has no place in Irish cultural life, as the nation and its people had no involvement in this event, so have no guilt or responsibility whatsoever.




    Black 47



    Often in times of deep meditation,

    walking through the Tyrone hills,

    I’ll stand at a fence and ease my


    out over the Sperrin mountain


    The fields so lush and full of


    the hum of agricultural goings-on.

    The views take me by surprise.

    I think of the “starvation�? that swallowed my ancestors

    an image that stings the air still.

    Spirits roam these hills covered in mass graves,

    or deep in lanes were they fell, starved of food;

    food that was packed in ships bound for England,

    to feed the chosen few, whilst the poor, here, ordered to eat only potatoes,

    died of structured starvation.

    I can’t imagine what it’s like to go hungry,

    to be tortured by the power of it,

    to watch your child fade and die,

    to see a race almost wiped out; a

    race who tilled that same fertile land.

    Who is culpable? What of the mass exodus?

    Was there trickery involved?

    Greedy landowners offering ships bound for new lands

    where land, food and pay was promised.

    Thousands died on the rough seas.

    Others settled, always loving their spiritual home.

    Who will acknowledge this crime against the Irish nation, a nation

    whose scars are plain to see even to the present day?

    Healing will begin only when we look into the past, were shadows linger

    and questions hang in the air.


    Dark Rosaleen still awaits an apology.


    Poem by Aine MacAodha



    Only our rivers run free


    When apples still grow in November

    When Blossoms still bloom from each tree

    When leaves are still green in December

    It’s then that our land will be free

    I wander her hills and her valleys

    And still through my sorrow I see

    A land that has never known freedom

    And only her rivers run free


    I drink to the death of her manhood

    Those men who’d rather have died

    Than to live in the cold chains of bondage

    To bring back their rights were denied

    Oh where are you now when we need you

    What burns where the flame used to be

    Are ye gone like the snows of last winter

    And will only our rivers run free?


    How sweet is life but we’re crying

    How mellow the wine but it’s dry

    How fragrant the rose but it’s dying

    How gentle the breeze but it sighs

    What good is in youth when it’s aging

    What joy is in eyes that can’t see

    When there’s sorrow in sunshine and flowers

    And still only our rivers run free


    by Mickey MacConnell