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To Celebrate the Ressurection...

See this now: Easter 1916 Two roads dissapated from blacktop to gravel to dirt. Two roads driving through the Emerald Isle parralell to one another- or was it X and why? a perverse axis, perpendicular, split in the tumultuous fit? Its almost like the rising never happened, its almost like the battle wasn't won. A bloody easter, a bloody nation, freedom bought by fusillade and flame, fear flown from the muzzle of a patriot's gun. And now a new flag rises in hope of victory and final peace. It is an Irish banner a radiant pennon of Green, of Orange, of White, A flag of dreams for paddies just like me, waiting for the call to arms, the march towards victory. Clan-na-Gael at your doorstep, baby! Clan-na-Gael armed and ready! You can wash that down with a protestant cake!

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