by Flint Driscoll on May 18th, 2011

It is with a heavy heart that I watch scenes of the “Queen of England”, Elizabeth Windsor, being shown around Dublin by fawning would-be courtiers from the bankrupt – morally and financially – Free State government. Was it for this that the Wild Geese spread the gray wing o’er every tide?

My own grandfather served in the Irish war of independence, and had to flee to the United States after it ended, hunted down by the treacherous Free State government. His crime? To act as a local scout and information-gatherer for a crack paramilitary unit that played a major role in the fight for Irish Freedom. Yes, my dear old Dad used to wake me up in the small hours of the morning, when he came in late from the bar, to tell me about the heroic work his father did for the bold Black and Tans. It is a phase of Irish history that I really must research some day. But time is always so short, when the wars of the present press in on one so…

I digress. If they have any pride left, the people of Ireland must rise as one and expel the hated Saxon monarch from their midst. I was heartened to see that a few, at least, of Eireann’s sons are still prepared to fight for her honor. How joyous it was to watch them on television, the flower of Irish youth on the lovely boreens of Dublin, proudly clad in their gaily-coloured track suits, throwing rocks and burning trash at the Free State police. Is there a pike yet in the thatch?

by Flint Driscoll on July 21st, 2011

Sad to say, dear readers, I may be out of touch for a week or two. I’ve had an e-mail from some friends of friends in Afghanistan, local freedom fighters who are promising me exclusive access on an embed mission across the frontier into the Tribal Regions of Pakistan (whoops! shouldn’t have said that!) I was a bit suspicious at first, but their e-mail mentioned a few mutual friends in the CIA, so I guess they  check out okay. Also, they’ve promised to reimburse me for my travel expenses – these blogs don’t come for free, brother – which proves they are serious people.

Anyhoo, I may be out of coverage for a few days of the trip, so I can’t promise to be able to offer my usual five star online commentary, 24-7. While I’m away the site administrator, Cass Umtak, will be fielding any enquiries etc, so please don’t be shy about getting in touch. Because blow-back.net never sleeps!

 

by admin on August 1st, 2011

Hi, y’all.

I don’t want to be alarmist or anything, but have any of you heard from Flint, lately? Just send me a message/feedback along the usual channels. I guess I’m stressing over nothing, but it sure would be a relief to hear that the big guy was still in touch.

Thanks, Cass Umtak

by admin on August 10th, 2011

Hello. Cass Umtak here, web master for blow-back.net. There is still no news of the whereabouts of Flint Driscoll who, you will recall, went on a facility trip to Afghanistan several weeks ago. If any of you out there in the Flintosphere have any word of him, please let me know here. I’m sure that Flint is fine – he knows how to handle himself – but it is truly tragic that we do not have him to guide us through these dark and turbulent times. God bless you all. Cass.

by admin on August 14th, 2011

Hello. Site administrator Cass Umtak here.

This is terrible, terrible news. Flint Driscoll has been abducted by Al Qaeda/Taliban elements and now faces death if we cannot find a way to save him. I am appealing to all readers of this blog to come together in a mass campaign to have him freed. I myself would be greatly honored to spearhead the effort to save this great man from the doom he now faces, doubtless with all the courage which we would expect from him. Unfortunately, I have just been recruited by some people sympathetic to the Bachmann campaign to help devise some viral attack strategies, so I won’t be able to do it. But if anyone else out there would like to step up for the big guy, contact me here at blow-back.net. I’ll keep an eye on the site from time to time, work permitting.

God bless you all. Cass Umtak.

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