Agreed. A useless fecker who no one misses except extremeist wankers who dream about "Freedom"
Agreed. A useless fecker who no one misses except extremeist wankers who dream about "Freedom"
In fairness lads he died for his beliefs and killed himself for those beliefs and not others, you have to admire the bravery and conviction to do that, don't paint him with the same brush as those that use his memory to further their own agenda, he was a brave man and that cannot be taken away from him.
As a fellow " Artist " I think his work was shite , worse than that it stank --- and that is a blanket statement.
Think what u want of him but u only have to look back at his election to see how much support he had. Also on his funeral, the size of the turnout was larger that George Bests, "Ulsters favourite son!"
people may not agree with what bobby sands did or stood for but over the ages people across the world have had to carry out unpopular acts for the better good of their people. For instance the bombing of Berlin or Hiroshima. These are 2 extreme cases but just examples of what was acceptable in difficult times.
bobby was an irish soldier....a proud irish republican...who wouldent accept being a second class in his own land...or the partition of his country...and as an irish republican soldier...wouldent accept...being treated as an ..non political prisoner....his funeral was the biggest ever held in the 6 counties....truly an inspiration to any young irish men and woman......everyone republican or otherwise has his/her part to play......bobby sands mp
User180209 (08-05-10), manaboutcork (08-05-10)
Every catholic in the North is / was an extremist wanker and likewise on the other side of the coin, every Protestant was / is an extremist wanker too. If Sands was a useless fecker than every other person who died or stood up for their beliefs is a useless fecker.
I will tell you one thing though. Anyone who supports our current goverment are useless feckers. Those who voted No to Lisbon and then changed their minds are useless feckers and more importantly,our Pubic service ,alot who can barely justfy their earnings, and who will not share the pain of the harder working private sector ,are useless feckers.
Sincerely,
Westside.
User180209 (08-05-10), manaboutcork (08-05-10)
Your ignorance astonishes me! We in the North were treated as second class citizens. We couldn't even vote. The police who were meant to keep us safe, terrorised and murdered our people. The south got their "Freedom" and abandoned us. What you think of the IRA, Bobby Sands and whoever else you might think of as "extremist", these are the people who protected us and are a major part in how far we've come today. Granted they did things they shouldn't of, and are not needed today as then, but I for one am greatful for what they did for the Irish people of the north.
manaboutcork (08-05-10)
LOL the only other alternative back then was war with England and who do you think would win it? Us? We actually voted and changed our consitution for the Good Friday Agreement. Nobody abandoned anyone. It was a case of our hands being tied and remember we had the Irish Civil war and the economic and political clean up after it to keep us going.
Westside.
there is not many people would be brave enough to die the way he did that must have took a lot of balls
Brave man a legend in his lifetime.
Also a Poet and a songwriter
Poem
There's an inner thing in every man,
Do you know this thing my friend?
It has withstood the blows of a million years,
And will do so to the end.
It was born when time did not exist,
And it grew up out of life,
It cut down evil's strangling vines,
Like a slashing searing knife.
It lit fires when fires were not,
And burnt the mind of man,
Tempering leandened hearts to steel,
From the time that time began.
It wept by the waters of Babylon,
And when all men were a loss,
It screeched in writhing agony,
And it hung bleeding from the Cross.
It died in Rome by lion and sword,
And in defiant cruel array,
When the deathly word was 'Spartacus'
Along with Appian Way.
It marched with Wat the Tyler's poor,
And frightened lord and king,
And it was emblazoned in their deathly stare,
As e'er a living thing.
It smiled in holy innocence,
Before conquistadors of old,
So meek and tame and unaware,
Of the deathly power of gold.
It burst forth through pitiful Paris streets,
And stormed the old Bastille,
And marched upon the serpent's head,
And crushed it 'neath its heel.
It died in blood on Buffalo Plains,
And starved by moons of rain,
Its heart was buried in Wounded Knee,
But it will come to rise again.
It screamed aloud by Kerry lakes,
As it was knelt upon the ground,
And it died in great defiance,
As they coldly shot it down.
It is found in every light of hope,
It knows no bounds nor space
It has risen in red and black and white,
It is there in every race.
It lies in the hearts of heroes dead,
It screams in tyrants' eyes,
It has reached the peak of mountains high,
It comes searing 'cross the skies.
It lights the dark of this prison cell,
It thunders forth its might,
It is 'the undauntable thought', my friend,
That thought that says 'I'm right!'
Song