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Paul Larkin

Chroniclers are privileged to enter where they list, to come and go through keyholes, to ride upon the wind, to overcome in their soarings up and down, all obstacles of distance, time and place.
Charles Dickens - Barnaby Rudge, Chapter The Ninth

10,000 readers of Cic Saor/Free kick or - Glasgow's James Kelman vindicated

"These bastards think they own the language. They already own the courts. They own everything. They want to block your stories, and they will, if you let them."

James Kelman - Booker Prize Winner


Many readers of Cic Saor will be aware that this blog was started because of the unspoken but extremely effective type of censorship that is practiced by Irish media and broadcasting outlets.

You want to make films or write stories from a left wing and "gaelach" perspective – no chance. They will tell you that you are being didactic and are not an artist - as was said to me.

As for trying to highlight collusion between the British state, the higher ranks of the Garda Síochána and pro British death squads and the RUC - why Easons will refuse even to put the book on its shelves. Or, as the Irish Times demonstrated on Thursday (see... Léigh an t-alt uilig - Read Full Article....

The Irish Times removes my comment on Eoghan Harris

In the "Have Your Say" online slot in the Irish Times this morning former loyalist politician David Adams draws a parallel between Martin MGuinness and former Workers Party guru Eoghan Harris. There are of course no justifiable grounds for making such a comparison and I entered the comment below in the true spirit of debate that our "paper of record" says it wants to encourage.

It goes almost without saying that my comment was removed as quickly as I put it up. This is the 5th time that a comment I have made has been removed.

Have your say? Clearly for the Irish Times, that depends on whether you can fit in with its partitionist ethos.

Here is my censored comment:

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Fintan O’Toole’s real problem with Martin McGuinness

Fintan O'Toole - Pangs of regret?

Many Cic Saor readers may be unaware that Fintan O'Toole hung up the phone in a hissy fit whilst taking part in BBC Radio Ulster’s Nolan Show this morning. The debate was about Martin McGuinness's bid for the Irish presidency and of course , Fintan wanted to rebroadcast the message he gave in the Irish Times a few days before, stating that McGuinness was not fit for high office because he had been involved in what could be seen as war crimes under the Geneva Convention.
O’Toole’s article can be read here

Incredibly, in this morning's radio debate, O’Toole tried to argue that electing former IRB commander and post Treaty IRA leader Eamon De Valera as President was different because “Dev” never killed anyone! Dear Dear Fintan.
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The Guardian continues its “battle” with Sinn Féin

The Guardian’s Ireland correspondent Henry McDonald has written two articles in the space of a week, which contain, at the very least, highly questionable statements with regard to Sinn Féin and the IRA in general and Martin McGuinness in particular. These statements are partly based on equally questionable evidence provided by a former corporal and then sergeant (McDonald describes him as an “officer”) in the British Army’s covert “Force Research Unit”. The articles serve to reinforce the unproven theory that a man called Freddie Scapaticci was a spy codenamed Stakeknife at the heart of the IRA.

Freddie Scapaticci - an increasingly blunt stakeknife
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A Male Soldier’s Song.* Or - the blog as self flagellation


I went for a run (not a jog - a serious, eventually lung bursting run) around the Phoenix Park yesterday. It was not supposed to be lung bursting. The idea was for it to be walk - run - sprint combo as I ease back into the swing of things after a calf strain. Then a soldier turned up. Well, a soldier running at a fairly brisk pace, across the main road in the park and on the opposite footpath to me, so it became a race of sorts. He was in full battle uniform.

Shooting occasional sniper glances at him, I wasn’t going to let him get past me and he for his part obviously stepped up a gear in response to my acceleration. How to appear nonchalant whilst lengthening your stride and moving your arms more vigorously for traction?

For the next roughly four kilometres I had this green bobbing smudge in the corner of my right eye, then the smudge moved past me on his side of the road so I had to put the foot down again to overtake him. And so it went. I just knew it would end in, at the very least, metaphorical tears.
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