Monthly Archives: August 2015

Oíche mhaith agaibh. Goodnight from Stair na hÉireann.

Originally posted on Stair na hÉireann/History of Ireland:
Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning. Saltee Islands, Kilmore Quay, Co Wexford

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The Art of War, V; Dementia Pugilistica

“The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting.”—Sun Tzu. “Keep your hands up! Keep your hands up!.” I know a little boy who reminds me of myself when I was his age; he’s very sensitive and … Continue reading

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Figures confirm scale of PSNI harassment – Irish Republican News – Sat, Aug 29, 2015

Originally posted on seachranaidhe1:
http://republican-news.org/current/news/2015/08/figures_confirm_scale_of_psni_.html#.VeMkhaNw2ih

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The Art of War, IV; Godlike

“Meditation on inevitable death should be performed daily. Every day when one’s body and mind are at peace, one should meditate on being ripped apart by arrows, rifles, spears and swords, being carried away by surging waves, being thrown into … Continue reading

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The Art of War, III; The Knife and the Gun

“Guns for show; knives for a pro.”–“Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels.” 1998. My father gave me my first knife when I was five. It was just a pocket-knife, but I was in love with it, because I’d watched my … Continue reading

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The Art of War, Part II; Almost Cut My Hair

“Even if it seems certain that you will lose, retaliate. Neither wisdom nor technique has a place in this. A real man does not think of victory or defeat. He plunges recklessly towards an irrational death. By doing this, you … Continue reading

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The Art of War, Part I; Paddycake

“The first thing I learned in boxing is to not get hit. That’s the art of boxing.”—Wladimir Klitschko. “Keep your hands up! Keep your hands up!” I was three or so, sitting on my father’s lap, and he was giving … Continue reading

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