The forces of Multiculturalism have targeted us, and it looks like we the people will lose.

Keep up the good work and pray for us.

Those of us who are not Irish can do no more than pray.
But
our Irish readers, in addition to praying, should remember to bypass
the media propaganda blanket and spread the word to family, friends,
co-workers, and acquaintances: this vote matters. It is about
affirming a traditional Irish identity and remaining autonomous. It
demands a rejection of control by distant power-hungry elitists — those
unaccountable Brusselcrats who have no interest in the well-being of
Ireland, but desire only the further accretion of their own powe...

The forces of Multiculturalism have targeted us, and it looks like we the people will lose.

Keep up the good work and pray for us.

Those of us who are not Irish can do no more than pray.
But
our Irish readers, in addition to praying, should remember to bypass
the media propaganda blanket and spread the word to family, friends,
co-workers, and acquaintances: this vote matters. It is about
affirming a traditional Irish identity and remaining autonomous. It
demands a rejection of control by distant power-hungry elitists — those
unaccountable Brusselcrats who have no interest in the well-being of
Ireland, but desire only the further accretion of their own power.
As a postscript, here is the final stanza of “To Ireland in the Coming Times” by William Butler Yeats:
While still I may, I write for you
The love I lived, the dream I knew.
From our birthday, until we die,
Is but the winking of an eye;
And we, our singing and our love,
What measurer Time has lit above,
And all benighted things that go
About my table to and fro,
Are passing on to where may be,
In truth’s consuming ecstasy,
No place for love and dream at all;
For God goes by with white footfall.
I cast my heart into my rhymes,
That you, in the dim coming times,
May know how my heart went with them
After the red-rose-bordered hem.