Conor reminds Irish men about the Beauty of Struggle.
Mar 21, 2025
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“All I wanna do is go the distance. … If that bell rings and I’m still standing, I’m gonna know for the first time in my life that I wasn’t just another bum from the neighborhood.” (Rocky, 1976)
The Irish establishment tries to characterize Conor McGregor as another “bum from the neighborhood.” They launched their smear campaign pony show and it got no traction framing him as a violent, low class lout from the wrong side of the tracks. It shows how smart the Irish actually are and that there’s hope for this hard pressed, sucker punched nation. Perhaps a new Celtic Revival is possible?
Government’s rotatable functionaries have brought in what political artillery they could muster against a man already picked part and facing civil sexual assault charges he disputes and is litigating vigorously in a US court.
But at least one Irish journalist politicians might be dumb, but not dumb enough to press a weak case against a possible future Irish President.
BONUS: If you want a harrowing overview of the draconian punishments for sticking a burr under the wrong saddle click this link for a short overview of Irish speech laws. My brief rundown covers statues of limitations, tests and penalties.
Might that be possible? Could Conor McGregor go the presidential distance?
Or will the media, money and megalomaniacs imprint the public mind with McGregor as “just another bum from the neighborhood.”
If he wants to be Irish President, can he handle the blows coming his way? And will his people stay on board with him when the going gets tough? And it will.
He has five million followers on X, and I’d guess multiples of that worldwide, roaring for his success against the Irish Deconstructionist Death Cult.
Especially in the West, but across the planet, people are waking up to the fact that entire nations are becoming unrecognizable as coherent or governable cultures.
Trump was the beginning of what promises to be a massive correction. McGregor is the first to follow in the Anglosphere (sorry, Gaeltacht), and some of his biggest supporters are part of that enormous voting block of the descendants of the Coffin Ship people—my people. I thank them for their sacrifice when I pray for them.
Some 40 million Americans trace their heritage to those who fled the Great Hunger in Ireland, carrying a legacy of resilience and faith.
“Irish Famine Mother and Children,” wood engraving, 1849. Public Domain. Wikicommons.
McGregor, the American Celt, and Rocky’s Challenge
My generation of Celto-Americans was extremely fortunate to grow up with Rocky Balboa as our lodestar. I saw in him the Roman power that pushed the Celt to his last stronghold in Ireland. But not before the Eternal Celt had left mysterious traces of his presence from today’s Xinjiang, China, to Russia, Bavaria, France, and finally the End of the World, Ireland.
“Reconstruction of a 3,800-year-old Europoid woman from Xiaohe Cemetery” by Eric Feng is licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0. Source: Flickr. (Introduce yourself to the mysterious Bronze Age Celtic world of 3,000 years ago unearthed from the scorched sands of the Taklamakan Desert in the far-flung region of Xinjiang in western China.)
From the Sandy Taklmakan to Gritty Philly
Like his creator, Sylvester Stallone, Rocky’s odyssey from the bottom rungs of society to the top tier of America resonated deeply with our Irish heritage. He was us.
We talked about being like Rocky, especially in that inspiring scene of him drinking five raw eggs at 4 am before going out for a gut-burning run through Philly’s urban jungle.
Not one person on my high school football team or my college water polo team ever managed that. But we spoke of it with mixed emotions of awe and revulsion.
None of our L.A. surfer crew ever gulped eggs, either. Not even when the protein may have helped before paddling out to big swell closeouts at Redondo Beach in December dawn patrols.
No, we never chugged raw eggs. There were Player Navy cuts afterward, and they were tough enough.
But they’re not tough enough for the badasses we need today. They’ll need the eggs.
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That was Then. This is Now.
I’m putting egg chugging on my bucket list.
How about you? No?
Haven’t we all gone far too soft?
Like Rocky and Sylvester (God bless that man), McGregor reminds us of what we lack—as men, as nations, and as part of that beguiling Fata Morgana – Western Civilization.
As Men of the West.
You know:
That “This is Sparta!” Civilization.
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The “300” exclamation of proud identity and righteous aggression resonates with the spirit of resilience, rebellion, and defiance deeply ingrained in Irish identity.
It’s a reminder to stand up and fight, no matter the odds. And to relish the fight.
Doing so, we honor our past and also preserve our present – carefree July barbeques,pork ribs, cold beer, bikinis, guns, hunting, hurling, footballs, baseballs, and bells of the ball.
And a good confession.
My local confessional. A forgiving Saturday abode. (copyright Brian Thomas 2025)
Did you stumble on the last one? No problem.
You can start paying closer attention now.
I just might ask you what the priest said in his sermon. Good Celto-Catholic dads did that when you turned 16, and Mass attendance was finally up to you—a lifetime ago, a civilization ago.
But I will definitely ask: What are you doing for Ireland?
And that applies even if you don’t have one drop of Irish blood because what happens in Ireland does not stay in Ireland.
We all have a role to play in shaping its future. Our civilization’s future.
USAID and the globalist anti-Christian cohort of various tethered demons have had their sights on Mother Ireland since she got free in 1916 and wrote Christ into her Constitution.
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“In the Name of the Most Holy Trinity, from Whom is all authority and to Whom, as our final end, all actions both of men and States must be referred,
We, the people of Éire,
Humbly acknowledging all our obligations to our Divine Lord, Jesus Christ, Who sustained our fathers through centuries of trial… “
– The Preamble of the Irish Constitution
Fortunate Erie. Fortunate America. We have each other.
Together, the two men above have ripped the cosmic fabric just enough for this generation to possibly redeem itself.
This generation can regain the right to stand tall and be proud to be Irish.
Just as their ancestors did after every defeat over the 900 years it took to get free.
Our ancestors mainly lost. But they always fought.
Conor Mcgregor reminds you to do that: fight. Politically fight.
With every ounce of strength over a long period. Let it be 900 years—never surrender.
Not our sacred land. Not our sacred way of life. Not our sacred honor.
And certainly, above all, not the sacred honor of Jesus Christ.
King of the Universe. King of Ireland.
So what did the priest say in his sermon, Johnny?
Can’t remember?
No matter what else he says, it’s this:
Christ is King.
Of all of Ireland. Now and forever.
And that has real consequences.
Plenty of dirt-worshipping heathens will forbid you from saying that.
They’ll call you a very naughty boy like they do Conor.
And they’ll fantasize about sparking you up like they do Teslas, which may be a preview to making you a Roman candle.
Roman candles were Christians wrapped in pig grease-caked burlap soaked with lamp oil and lit ablaze circa 64 AD.
Your burning ancestors lit up Rome’s grandest promenades for the rich and powerful.
Because they would not surrender.
Nero made them a spectacle for Rome and, unbeknownst to him, the glory of the Church.
Henryk Siemiradzki – Nero’s Torches (1876) Wikicommons
If our ancestors never surrendered. Why should you?
We’re still here. The old enemies – Babylon, Rome, The Abyssids, Jacobins, Ottomans, Nazis, Soviets – they are not.
The current regime will suffer the same fate. They always do.
So have a good Lent fast, pray, give alms, do penance, and be of good cheer.
Say a prayer for Conor and Ireland. For Trump and America.
And for all the huddled masses yearning to breathe free.
May the road rise to meet you.
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