Being Irish... pic.twitter.com/VhBdDuJVZ8
— MichaeloKeeffe (@Mick_O_Keeffe) August 13, 2026
We had a half Indian as a Taoiseach of Ireland for years.
The Lord Mayor of Dublin used to be a Chinese woman.
And a man from Cameroon was a deputy Lord mayor of Cork.
The current mayor of Galway is an African Asylum Seeker who lied about her husband being murdered to gain access to Ireland.
The mayor of Clonakilty, County Cork, tiny rural Irish village famous for sausages and pork products, is a Muslim man from Bangladesh.
The Rose of Tralee Festival starts tomorrow, and the Dublin Rose is a Somali Muslim. She's also the favorite to win.
This is a Saint Patrick's Day Parade this year . . .
and this is who was presenting it. "Proud Black Irish. Irish is not a skin color."
Everywhere you used to visit, your local shop, your local butchers, your local bakery, they've all been replaced by Kabob shops and vape shops. And those that are remaining are fully staffed by Indians and Muslims.
Public transport is unusable because everybody on it is a foreigner, even the drivers.
You don't recognize the languages you hear in the streets anymore. You used to hear English and Irish. Now you hear everything from Ukrainian to Arabic.
When you go to pick up your child from school, all the kids in your child's class are foreign.
Your Barber is gone. It's been replaced by a Turkish Barber.
Your favorite takeaway no longer exists. In its place stands a Kabob shop. The streets of your cities, towns, and villages are now permanently occupied by a loitering foreigner class. Best way to describe them: permanent loiterers who seem to be hanging around street corners 24 hours a day.
Everything you knew and loved has changed.
For every two babies born in Ireland a foreign baby is born here too.
1/3 of the births in Ireland for the last few years have been to foreign parents.
You are the last of the Irish.
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