So, Ireland, you’ve crumpled. You have lost your courage and Brussels stands to win against you. Money has yet once again trumped the character of nobility. The grand green land is no more, for the grand free people of Ireland have willingly enslaved themselves to a foreign power.You are going to vote for the Lisbon Treaty and finally bury your Irish hearts in the grave dug by Brussels. Dear fair folk, what are you about to do? Your fishing waters, stolen. Your dignity, pushed under. Your lands sold away to the EU masses until your Ireland is no longer Irish.
Sad-a-day for Ireland . . . I think the angels weep.
Artwork: Le Retour by Alexandre Seon
A sad day indeed. Like Our Lady of LaSalette wept over France. The world is crumpling in the fist of the Zeigeist and going dark. Where are the sparks of Light? Fewer and farther between...Come Lord Jesus.
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