The Cocaine Hardmen Must Go
The schoolyard hardy badger is the greatest failure in post-recession Irish society
The poet, The Gardai, the philanthropic local business men, the GAA pitchman, the local bruiser and the priest used to all be pillars of the community. If a crooked or strange person was hanging around the town they would be dealt with by one of them. If a decision was being made against the wishes of the town these pillars would come together and pressure the individual(s) causing the issue. The pressure of your neighbours used to be a powerful and respected thing. This all fell to pieces after the Celtic tiger turned everyone in this country into consumerists, obsessed with one up a ship. The concept of keeping up with the Jones ended and was replaced with a different type of rat race. Class A drugs became accessible in every town and village and the disposable income of these boomers and millennials was exchanged for self gratification and schizophrenic dopamine maxing. The advent of social media during this period gave these narcissists a runway upon which to take off and land as they went on attention sprees from Friday to through Sunday. Pubs, once Bastions of communal craic, dancing and mature debate, became dens of vice with pyramid schemes of popularity replacing collective memory making. The popular guy shifted from the accordion playing 60 year old gas ticket over to the lad with a sandwich bag of shite cocaine paranoid out of his box that someone might suspect him even though he has everyone and the bar man into him for 50’s worth. Sure, the mass emigration and economy might have ruined the pubs, but the death blow was dealt by the hard man coke heads. They truly cannot be stuck.
These men, some of whom are lifelong friends of us all, have come from the schoolyard of the 90’s where they were the top dog and seen the life of town hard man as the thing to aspire to, and it would have been if not for cocaine. Cocaine turns people into unreliable users who see everyone around them as a means to an end. When they are not on it, they are introverted by withdrawal, desperate for validation and compliment. They rattle and twitch and get agitated at your every word, taking offence to meanings that aren’t there. They make excuses to leave their families and go for walks or drives in order to trigger some sort of interaction that leads into cocaine taking again. They call into their friends and family who enable their habit and boom. A phone call is made and they will stand around their friends kitchen for hours telling the same two stories about that time they knocked out Timmy’s tooth or broke Sean’s nose for no reason whatsoever. They probably owe a months Salary to an even harder man than them and keep telling their friends that they will burst his jaw if he keeps hounding them for it. You know these guys. We all do. Well I remember a time when they didn’t fucking exist. I remember when those type of lads were pint men and were the lord protectors of the realm. Shit could not go down in your area without these lads getting territorial and leaving their mark. A migrant centre wouldn’t have even been whispered by the monied class of the town for fear that these boys would put their windows in. No, nowadays we are saddled with type A personalities locked away in their minds desperately reliving the same weekend over and over again only to hide all week from the world. These men are mindless now. Lost to us.
Kneecaps interview with Pat Kenny included glamourisation of drug taking as being a part of cool, up the Raa type culture.
The presentation of cocaine as a the drug of popular people and the normalisation of it amongst the middle class has taken a generation of Irish people and turned them into washed up hobo’s who do nothing for the world or the people around them. They stare through their family Monday to Friday and leave the door swinging as soon as Friday comes. They do not show up to day time social gatherings or anything of that nature.p and have become so reliant on cocaine that they have no personality without it. They only show up to the popular or current things such as weddings, birthdays etc and maybe the odd protest as long as they get to record themselves or take selfies making sure to pose with their new watch, tattoo and teeth on display. It’s all so practiced and shallow. They are never leaders or people you would say, yes, we are in good hands here. They gave up on leadership the minute they took their first hit. In school and during your teenage years these people would been looked up to as the problem solvers or the ideas men. Now they are nothing more paranoid egotists who can barely muster up the confidence to go outside without becoming someone else first. Now they are constantly asking the likes of me and you “What’s going on? What do we do now?”.
Even the youth are copping onto this. They see these washed up cocaine taking young and middle aged men as weird faggots who are oblivious to their towns and cities being stolen from them by capitalist greed and foreign planter alike. These men offer nothing but endless situations and drama, trapped in the forever present while the world around them weeps at their loss. These young people today are infinitely times more intelligent about the nature of society and politics of it all they. They see their parents generation the way I see it, a shower of bastards that traded our futures away for short terms fuzzy feelings and the pageantry of the glamourised love/hate lifestyle. If you are above the age of 35 you will remember how the world used to view these people. Cocaine used to be the drug of the RTE canteen and the bourgeois Business class. We used to look at those types as full of themselves, fake and the source of societies problems. Nowadays cocaine is in the pockets of 20 year old dole heads who ingratiate themselves in the spirit of the thing itself. It is a cult now that requires the death of our boldest and bravest boys as they emerge from loveless families into a hollowed out society. I strongly feel this vacuum of purpose is the reason for the drug taking. When our towns and villages no longer have these pillars of strength who organise clubs and societies, where else is there to go only into the white powdered world of infinite possibilities? Manhood is and always has been an apprenticeship, not an automatic chronological occurrence. Cocaine more so than any other drug arrests the development of young boys while preserving their appearance as energetic and full of life. No cocaine addict will ever train a boy to be a man.
The hardy badger on the schoolyard grew up to Be the very kind of person he would have boxed around the place in his youth. A weird sneaky prick on the edge of group. The new generation has been left without male leadership in their communities because they have not reared their children. They haven’t even been dragged up. They have been merely watered and left on the windowsill like a pound shop flower and shown half as much love and attention. Their father figures and motherly influences come from other places now. Enter Conor McGregor. McGreggor rose to fame as a punchy street urchin Dub who shot from the hip with his words. Immediately endearing himself to Ireland’s youth, he soon became a pied piper like figure. We all remember the social contagion that was the “man bun” don’t we? Half of Dublin alone either grew one or attempted to. This penetrated second level schools remember. For a brief moment, McGregor exemplified the ideal Fenian for the day. He was anti-woke, spoke his mind, boxed the foreheads off the champions of other nations while racially abusing them into the ground. He was a total breath of fresh air in a culture that had become insanely PC, but then we saw it. That familiar look and change in personality that we have seen in every nightclub pub and house party welt over McGregor. He changed from a philosophical warrior poet into something else. He showed his shallow nature by swan diving into materialism and celebrity, being an try hard Americanised nigger one minute, and an inner city session moth the next. Within weeks of his first big pay check, McGregor carried Ireland’s credulous young men over the cliff with him as he committed the full house of cultural treasons.
McGregor has normalised all of the behaviours that steal our best and brightest sparks away from the gates of our schools. They graduate into adulthood believing cocaine, spit roasting and assaulting people is meritable a respected. These boys are reared on a diet of Only Fans and social media posts where they pose as if it was them who knocked Jose Aldo out in 13 seconds. These men are in their 30’s now and have become single fathers or worse, or fathers at all. They have yet to receive that memo from Black Forge HQ telling them to marry their kids mother or kick the habit. If McGregor told Irelands young men that cocaine is the drug of creepiness and spinelessness, that it would make them weak and unwilling to fight for their country, they would fuck the white bags in the bin. Even after the sham rape trial, McGreggor remains a shaman of the Irish Zeitgeist. He can still decide trends and where our young boys go and what they do. It’s time for McGregor to kill the cocaine hard man egregore.
McGregor has championed our cause many times and done so through sincere concern for his homeland but also because he is self conscious it is not him leading the charge. He has made himself the centre of attention a few times off the back of the war we have waged on the establishment. He appears to be an ethno-nationalist and has routinely come close to appearing on the streets with us. I believe McGregor sees the nationalist community waving flags in their thousands as an inspirational force that he is in awe of. The fake mess of Hollywood celebrity status doesn’t suit him and his attempt to commit to it made him seem fake in the process but I believe underneath the steroids, the tattoos and the coke fuelled ego is a proper dub who loves his country. Rather than roll out the red carpet for him, we should throw down a gauntlet. McGregor should be given a path back to reality and away from Hollyweird and the gammy battered goul sluts. He should be given one last hand of forgiveness and retribution and held aloft at one of our rallies. He should be given the microphone to make a speech where he calls on the young men of Ireland to make their childhood sweethearts honest women, and to stop the degenerate use of cocaine. He should call all men away from their phones and their aimless gym sessions and into the fight for a nationalist Ireland. The masculine type A personalities used to dominate the classroom and schoolyard discussions. This whole fight we are in begins in the class room. It’s time for the school yard bully to return to the top of the pile, and remain there when he emerges out into the world. It’s time to breed a generation of boys that take this country back and McGregor has just enough Aura left to do this if he joins us on the streets when we get the momentum moving again but the condition must be that he buries the cocaine hard man and instead emerges as a reserved, detoxed, cultural leader that takes our boys noses out of the bag and into the business of the people running our country.
I see so many political leaders who are clearly on cocaine. It is absolutely mental. I tend to think it’s to escape from the wrongs they have done and continue to perpetuate..
Excellent article Stephen as always. This hits home. You have nailed the true ugliness of a parasitic cocaine addiction better than anything I've read before. This horrific drug has seeped into our homes and stripped away people's souls. It has robbed us of our young men 😞 the destruction it causes is beyond what most people realise. Another actual pandemic covered up and not spoken about.