Ardoyne is made up of two half's, like most areas in Ireland.. The Catholic part and the Prod part. Both people bleed red but have conflicting beliefs over sovereignty. This theme of divide to control is very well documented in the worlds archives and even though its so in-your-face, people are instantly bewildered when I say the words political and subversion in the same sentence.. What has been a long and ardous twenty sumfin years, has led to to the belief that sheep are very much smarter than the average human. Sheep still huddle together for safety rather than run a muck and individualise survival-ism.. The medias hand in things lays out a sure path to destruction.. Take heed of these words.. Bear grylls style mo fo..
Ardoyne(from Irish: Ard Eoin meaning "Eoin's height") is an Irish nationalist and Catholic district in north Belfast, Northern Ireland. It gained notoriety due to the large number of incidents during "The Troubles". It is home to approximately 20,000 inhabitants. Ardoyne is also famed as the birth-place of the President of Ireland, Mary McAleese née Lenaghan.
Ardoyne mural Gaelic gamesRepublican paramilitary organisations have had a major influence in the area from the start of The Troubles in 1969. The rise in popularity of the Provisional Irish Republican Army led to more police raids in the area, usually supported by the Army. Internment (imprisonment without trial) affected many in Ardoyne. Over the years after 1969, Provisional IRA membership in the area grew, so much so that it became one of the "no-go" areas listed by the RUC and Army, due to rising security risks and casualties suffered by the armed forces upon entering the district.
Alot of bad shit has happened in Ardoyne.. Much like the rest of the world, people have had their heads chopped of with shovels, women have been raped, kids have been abused, animals mistreated, cats nailed to back doors, people have been stab with rakes and rolled up and left in carpet in the wheelie bin. This place is full of its terror.. But much like other places,, ncie things happen, new souls are born, new friends are made, old friends are reunited and tales are told.. Mysteries of the old and stories of the things to unfold.. The nicest things happen in the worst sides of town. Old people are helped with their shopping and silver crosses hands, mates break bread, children are tought to be right regardless of all the uncertain things being said about them, the backbone of our area is still here and its still strong. Times may be changing but a certain element still lingers and it smells real bad. The real reason I made this blog tonight way to ridicule the appalling social justice being handed out almost weekly in teeny weeny Ardoyne. A young friend of mine was shot in the knees tonight at around 2000 GMT, 11, 2010. The situation is very distinctive of ye olde style attacks on the youth by where one or two are terrorised with extreme trauma, and this creates a wave of hard ridding fear amongst the rest.. This is a tactic well practices in the Nazis SS youth.. Interesting indeed.. More too come on the two masked individuals walking the streets of Ard Eoin as if they where employed by Lucius Cornelius Sulla himself to patrol the streets maiming, killing and profiteering in guise of community peace-keepers.. All things will be unveiled in time. What was once in the dark will be brought to the light.. The corruption and mistreatment of humankind is going to stop, and its going to stop very soon. All I can promise you is that things will be OK. WE are divine in our nature and that heavenly element will be strongest in our darkest hour..As for what will happen, who knows.. God does..
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