Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Amadán Móinteach


There are those that look upon us as eco-terrorists, yet we have done nothing. You are tripping over each other like the leaderless fools we know you to be.
 
Before anything, we believe you should look in the mirror, for there you will gaze upon the very soul of eco-terrorism.
 
And that brief shadow you see passing behind you?
 
That would be us. 
 
 
 
 
 
Tick tock...
 

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Marcellus Shale Operators’ Crime Committee


What would happen if a State Trooper came knocking on our doors? Or Mr. Hansel?

No comment.










Tick tock....

Saturday, December 13, 2014

Draw Near and Listen


Twenty of our fallen brothers had their day many years ago.

Cabot.

Williams.

Thomas.
 
 As you bleed from within, your day of the rope draws nigh.
 

 
 
Is í ding di féin a scoileann an dair.
 
Brothers, we shall meet this Sunday in Mauch Chunk at St. Mark's.
 
Same time.
 
 
 
 
 
Tick tock...

 

Sunday, November 30, 2014

ˈKɒrənəx: Διογένης ὁ Σινωπεύς


Diogenes, our brother: 
 
We three set on our journey many years ago, knowing this day would come.

Dishonest men cast a long shadow that many fail to see. We, too, seek to find honest men from among the discord of our discontent, and we once again need to hear your voice amid the growing din.

Alone, you have traveled a distant path in silence, watching and waiting and learning.

So have we. 

Thirty years have past, and the Sleeper has awakened once again.

 We knew this day would come.

We knew this day would come.

AWAKEN, BROTHER, and step from darkness into the light.

 
Fosgailtear na geataichean.





Tick tock.....

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Cathadh-sneachda

    
We are like snowflakes in a raging blizzard.
 
We are indistinguishable from the masses, but are nevertheless there.
 
From any direction, day or night, we will fall silently at your doorstep. 
 
And we will watch.
 
And we will wait.
 
And we will plan.
 
The day and the hour of our rising will never be known.

It is ours alone to choose.
 
To the ITRR and others who watch, we give you an early Yuletide gift: Those who died once yet live again have a unique view of life, and death. Only those who have been there understand.

On our honor; we have, and we do.

Now that you know where we have been, Ullaich.







Tick tock...