Rioting in Dublin

Posted in Old blogger by Twenty Major on February 27th, 2006

No doubt most of you have read about the riots in Dublin on Saturday.

A large group of Glasgow Rangers fans wanted to march (what is this Unionist obsession with marching anyway? Can’t they just walk like everyone else?) down O’Connell Street, Dublin’s main thoroughfare.

Quite why anyone thought this was a good idea is beyond me. Free speech is one thing but you wouldn’t find too many Love Palestine marches going up and down main street Tel Aviv and you certainly wouldn’t have a Love the Republic march down the Shankhill Road.

Anyway, as the Rangers fans got organised some Celtic fans decided that this was simply not on so they got together and started singing songs and throwing things so the march was called off. Job done, you would think, but no. The Celtic fans, whose real gripe was with the Rangers fans, then decided to engage in some full on rioting. They set things (not Rangers fans) on fire, they attacked the police (who were not Rangers fans), they looted shops (which were not owned by Rangers fans) and generally set about the place causing mayhem and millions of euros worth of damage (which won’t be paid for by Rangers fans).

Naturally because of the high possibility of opposition to the Love Ulster march there were simply thousands of police around O’Connell Street on Saturday who were quickly able to stop the bad behaviour and tell everyone to go home. Or to put it another way there was a skeleton crew on duty, weekend you see, and they struggled to keep hold of the situation. As well as that O’Connell Street is currently undergoing major construction so there were all kinds of bricks and iron bars lying around for people to brandish and hurl.

So to recap - Rangers fans hate Celtic fans. Celtic fans hate Rangers fans. Rangers fans want to march, Celtic fans oppose. Police presence minimal, handiness of weapons and missiles optimal, scumbag count, high. Result - trouble. Quel surprise.

The whole thing was cretinous beyond belief. And how scary the human mob mentality is. If they had come to stop the march they succeeded early on but being the witless cunts that they were, sorry ‘are’, they then had to attack police and pretend they were in New Orleans and do a spot of looting. How surprising it was they looted Foot Locker.

“Here Anto, I’m after getting a deadly new pair of Nikes!”

“Come on then ye scabby cuntchugger.”

And that’s how quickly their focus changes because they are moronic scumbags. The Gardai should have just waded in and battered the living shite out of them. Of course there’d be some Amnesty International loving cunts afterwards complaining about police brutality but fuck that. Fight this fire with fire. You can’t reason with people like that. You need to hurt them and hurt them badly. Oooh, lost in the sight in one eye, did you? Brain damaged, you say? Every bone in his body broken, eh? Tough shit. If you hadn’t been acting like a cunt you’d be fine. Reap what you sow, fuckers.

And what about poor old Charlie Bird, intrepid RTE reporter, getting a hiding after being called an ‘Orange bastard’? Well, a couple of weeks ago I was watching the news and he was interviewing a guy who survived the Stardust Fire. It was the 25th anniversary of the disaster, the guy lost 5 or 6 of his close friends, and Charlie asks him “So how do you feel when you think about your friends who died?”, or something similarly trite.

For fuck’s sake. What did he expect? “Well Charlie, I feel great when I think about them being burnt alive!”

Gobshite. For that alone I’m happy enough he got a couple of digs, saves me the trouble of stalking him and jumping him in the RTE car park, the sniveling shit.