Such delicate people 🤣 Can't handle the piss being taken out of them

You snivelling little cunt @SimonHarrisTD. The left has been calling for this for over a decade. @FineGael policies have created the housing crisis and destroyed people's chances of buying a home or renting at a reasonable rate. You sold our housing to vulture funds for fuck all

So long @ThePhoenixMag. Gone after 40 years!

The history of the modern day, genocidal state:

That’s the reality! #FIFA

If it’s “pineapple belongs on a pizza” yes If it’s “burning children alive is worth it so Jews can have an ethnostate” then no

Palestine Action activists have received more prison time than every British soldier who murdered Irish civilians combined There is no justice in Britain

Will the shameful @FIFAcom condemn this?

Suleiman Obeid, known as the “Pelé of Palestine,” was killed by an Israeli tank while standing in line trying to secure food for his five children.

Ray D'Arcy says since being sacked by RTÉ, he's really struggling to find another job that pays €10,000 per hour.

“Football is about community, and our community stands against genocide.” Kneecap (@kneecapceol) and their manager spoke to AJ about why Ireland-Israel games should be canceled.

Indeed

In 1995, Rory Gallagher lay dying in a London hospital. His liver was failing. He was only 47 years old. The transplant surgery succeeded. Then, while recovering in the ICU, he caught MRSA. He slipped into a coma and died weeks later. Outside Ireland, most people barely know his name. But ask almost any legendary guitarist about Rory Gallagher… …and watch their face change. Brian May said Rory helped shape Queen’s sound. Slash said the same about Guns N’ Roses. Johnny Marr called him “the man who changed my musical life.” The Edge said it too. Even The Rolling Stones tried to recruit him. He turned them down. Rory Gallagher was born in Ireland in 1948 and grew up in Cork. At age 9, he got his first guitar. At 15, he bought a battered 1961 Fender Stratocaster for £100. He would play that same guitar for the rest of his life. By the end, most of the paint had literally worn off from sweat and constant touring. He started playing tiny clubs as a teenager before forming a blues-rock band called Taste. By 1969, Taste was exploding across Europe. They opened for Cream’s farewell concert. Toured America with Blind Faith. Played the Isle of Wight Festival. Then it all collapsed. The band broke apart in 1970. Rory went solo. And this is where his story became unusual. He never tried to become a celebrity. No flashy image. No rock-star persona. No tabloid life. Just jeans, a checked shirt, and a guitar. While most bands avoided Ireland during The Troubles, Rory toured there constantly. Belfast. Derry. Dublin. Catholics and Protestants standing together in the same audience during one of the most violent periods in Irish history. Music first. Always. Offers kept coming. Cream wanted him. Deep Purple wanted him. Canned Heat wanted him. Then, in 1975, Mick Jagger personally invited him to audition for The Rolling Stones after Mick Taylor left. Rory flew out. Played with the Stones. Then quietly left for another tour commitment without ever really answering them. Ronnie Wood got the job instead. By the late 1980s, everything started changing. Synth-pop replaced blues-rock. Record sales dropped. Rory developed a severe fear of flying. Doctors prescribed heavy sedatives. He mixed them with alcohol while continuing relentless tours. Night after night. Year after year. The combination slowly destroyed his liver. Still, he kept performing. Because the stage was the only place he truly seemed alive. Offstage, he was intensely shy. No marriage. No children. No celebrity lifestyle. Just crime novels, isolation, and music. His final concert was January 10, 1995, in the Netherlands. He looked visibly ill. The tour was cancelled. Weeks later, his brother found him gravely sick in his apartment. Doctors said only a liver transplant could save him. The operation worked. Then the hospital infection killed him instead. Ireland mourned like it had lost family. Thousands lined the streets for his funeral in Cork. Today, Ireland has: • statues of Rory • streets named after him • commemorative coins • annual festivals in his honor Yet outside Ireland, many people still have no idea who he was. But musicians do. Because Rory Gallagher became something rarer than fame: A guitarist’s guitarist. A man who loved music more than celebrity. And played until his body finally gave out.

Please do traipse up to these mobs in, say, loyalist East Belfast and praise them because “all they want to be is Irish.” Let us know how that goes.

One is apparently a protest and the elderly lady is apparently committing terrorism

The match – for now – will go ahead at a neutral venue. The campaign against it continues. Israel shouldn’t be treated as a normal nation, least of all by one that intervened at the ICJ in support of a case accusing it of genocide. ontheditch.com/comment-the-p…

Yup

Conor McGregor is incredibly stupid. He thought he was being complimented when, in fact, the person was calling him a rapist.

With zero embarrassment for claiming something so stupid and zero embarrassment from the IT in printing the bullshit.

This is shameful. Ireland must not play Israel. This genocidal apartheid state must be isolated. Public pressure will continue to build to #StopTheGame.

Spineless bastards @FAIreland