Report of service since 2000 by Proinsias Mac Bhloscaidh

I moved to the Gaeltacht in March 2000 and lived in a caravan in Croithlí for a few years.
I was working self-employed as a plumber and did some building work. This got me known and into the system, with number, tax etc and at that time I played with Buíon Cheoil Rann na Feirste, where I had been on courses.
I began immediately to investigate the reasons why Irish was still “dying” there and soon began to smell the very rotten rat…
I applied for a grant from Údarás na Gaeltachta to build an Irish-language outdoor centre and this process further opened my eyes:
The first stage is a feasibility study and, to cut a long story short, the E6,500 or so grant for this would be paid to their cronie “business advisor” and I would have to do all the work.
So I withdrew – probably the biggest mistake I have ever made. I should have stayed in the system and investigated further – but my principles told me to stay out.
I did, however, see the ugliness of “modern Ireland” and continued to uncover filth.
So I bought a site in An Charraic with my “inheritance” and built not a house for myself, but what I hoped I could develop into that outdoor centre outside the system.
But criminals are always criminals and every door I knocked was shut in my face, with the constant help of my sister who is an Irish-speaker, but loyal to Britain who pays her wages and allows her to holiday, drive new cars and have two homes while claiming to be a socialist-republican.
Most of the Irish people who have power are like this and this is even more the case in the “Gaeltacht” areas where there are more than the average level of grants and where the good criminal can stash away thousands and even millions.
Anyway, I sucked in information and further educated myself with a view to creating a completely new framework for the future of the Irish language. I slowly realised two things: first, that those who were profiting from the status quo would resist me viciously and two, that most people had swallowed the lies being put out by these criminals, so my work was hidden and censored… These factors are universal in this rotten system and are the central force behind success of their current use of bio-terrorism to force the new global dictatorship on us, using the divisions created by this rotten system to weaken us to the point of paralysis.
My further education included a full revision and next steps from my degree course in Celtic studies done in ’78-82 in Belfast. Then followed courses in linguistics, psychology, logic, language acquisition, and much more: as I saw a gap in my picture, I filled it by further “research”.
So, by 2010, I had come to understand the current almost hopeless state and had laid the foundations for the new way which I would then look for support to put in place of the midden that had posed as our leadership for years.
As I already said, the opposition was set against me from day one and all the beneficiaries joined forces to crush me.
And they almost succeeded: a year and a half of depression and heavy drinking was a symptom of a difficult struggle against the demons in control – most of which will smile and chat, but whose schemes are clever and invisible: exclusion, malicious rumours, attacks with motor vehicles, repeated daily for years to grind me down.
So on I went with my work and by 2009 I knew it’s necessary direction.
I had produced a map in 2007, but it was known about before I published it and the very same week, Foras na Gaeilge published and used their superior power to flood mine out of view for most people. The “Map” they quickly produced – I would guess two days work, was a picture with the government names and rivers marked not by lines, but by the name in blue letters. But this is the map that went to all the public outlets…
In 2009 I began a media course here in Gaoth Dobhair to prepare me for the production of our Irish course that I had researched and designed over a few years of work. I did the first term and my mother died on 9th Jan 2010. After a big wake with loads of drink and little sleep, I went straight back to my course and was set up, accused of assault but then re-accused of intimidation – a totally spurious and unfounded accusation but which supported the picture they were painting of an aggressive bully: it was them who did the bullying over the next few years and I suffered a long series of attacks, none of which was ever published by the servile media… I was not allowed to continue the course and my name was blackened and my “cause defamed… this is the conquerors way”
Actually, this was the best thing that had happened me, since it really opened my eyes and allowed me to exit the bullshit course having got all the technical skills, but missed the “projects”: I had the project of a lifetime planned – a new and correct Irish course to give to people free and that would revolutionise the passing on of our (and any other) language.
This took until the end of the year to produce – without help or funds – and it was launched on 19th Nov 2010.
Earlier that year, at the Bloody-Sunday commemoration, I had given my document  to Gerry Adams and Martin McGuinness with a view to seeking support for this way forward from those who had seemed to be for the Irish language, but… (I think this was in 2010, not 2011 as I said on video, but I will confirm this as I go through records).
Then, on 11 Dec 2011, I published “Ireland’s Big Lie” which is on this website still, but which has been suppressed, firstly by my own sister, then by all sections of the business that depends for its income on the corruption and grant-system that keeps the Irish language endangered and buys their expensive cars and holidays…
Again going for the Bloody-Sunday commemoration, since it was a big gathering in my home town, I asked some “friends” to come to this house to arrange helping me distribute small flyers the size of business-cards pointing them to my report “Ireland’s Big Lie”.
That night was a nightmare and I ended up lying in my own blood in my own house, a crime that was set up by my sister who had enough inside info to do the job effectively, so my flyers were never given out and the first of many suppressions of my honest work began. This suppression continues to this day.
I gave this document to Nodlaig Brolly, as Dungiven was in the process of founding a MeanScoil; I gave a copy to Maurice to bring to the 1916 Societies, but that was never delivered and Nodlaig gave me no feedback from Dungiven: deliberate suppression of information essential to the progress of our struggle for freedom.
Both these people did a disservice to their respective communities by these concealments.
I have been asking for support, not for myself, but for the work I did as a gift to the Irish people.
2013 my opposition to Derry as U.K. City of Culture was staying at home, rather than open opposition as I had little support, probably because of devious tricks, too…
In 2008 I was involved in the Pro-Life movement and ended up totally disgusted by the enemies within who excluded me, on my sister’s orders, from any discussions. I suggested offering pregnant girls the service of keeping their children as long as necessary, but Dr. Anne, as usual, told me to shut up: “you stay up the ladder (putting up posters) and keep your mouth shut”, she said.
My first video statement re murderers in government was published on 24 April 2020, another was published on 12 Dec 2020 and my statement to Garda, Pulse I.D. 19091862 was made on 18 Dec 2020.
Dr. Anne’s co-plagarists filed lesser charges in May 2021 and are muddying the previously clear waters and suppressing my truth for personal gain and in contempt of the common good.
I am in receipt to this day of bulletins from the pro life movement and still think they are part of the problem with no input into the solution.
I do not stand for people who make profit from the misery of others – especially those who let on to be on the side of right.
Things got serious (i.e. State murder) in 2018, but they have got much more serious since “Covid” was unleashed…

It is only by uniting in common purpose that we will stand a chance of defeating these tyrants: the current leadership, as described above, is the MAIN obstacle to this unity and should be immediately dismissed.

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This was re-found on 25th July 2026, long after the above was written. It was first “published” on “FascistBook” around Feb 19 2019 and takes us back to day 1.

Why I am a Volunteer of the Irish Republic.

Frankie Jimmy McCloskey.
My active service to the cause of securing the future of the Irish people started around 27 February 2000. Just short of 19 years, so far, but I had been preparing for this long before that date: actually as far back as 1972, or so.
Below is a summary of this service. If anybody wishes to take me to task about any of the information given below, I only request that this be done in public, as I have absolutely nothing to hide or be ashamed of.
I could just as well start this on “Bloody Sunday”, 30th January 1972, as our whole family, as far as I remember, was on the beach at Magilligan the previous Sunday and witnessed the Paras beating protesters. This caused my mother to make me give her my “word of honour” not to cross the bridge the next Sunday before she would allow me out the door of our house in Dungiven Road in the Waterside of Derry. That prohibition could well have saved my life. She already knew I was “rioting” at every available opportunity, as I had already formed the opinion that there was something deeply wrong here…
I was at the time being “schooled” at St. Columb’s College, Derry. I got any education I was permitted outside that institution, mainly at home. At the end of this, my first year at the “dump” as we called it (it was an almost perfect description) and, after having done a year of “Irish”, we were not even told that this was our national language or given any of it’s history. We unfortunate “Irish” people were to be denied even a basic knowledge of who we were and were being groomed, in this British institution, for full citizenship of the British State in Ireland. These decisions were taken, unknown to us or to our parents, by a totalitarian junta that controlled our lives outside of the “democratic process”, often appearing in various disguises, including that of Catholic priest.
In our French class, we learned English, in our Latin class, we learned English grammar terms; in our “History” class, we learned British History, etcetera ad nauseum… in short: without any doubt, the absolute antithesis of Education is what was rammed down our throats at this “Youth indoctrination wing of the PR team of the British state in Ireland”.
But, almost by pure chance, I was soon to have my eyes opened to reality… At the end of this, my 1st year at St. Columb’s, our class was given information about a holiday in Co. Donegal at a place called the “Galetaht”. Myself and some of my pals decided this sounded like a good plan for the summer holidays and we put our names down.
It turned out to be more school days but with a more casual atmosphere… I remember the first day, having NO Irish after 1 year of doing it at the “dump” (the “dump” was designed to make sure we did NOT learn Irish, French, Latin, History, etc) . I understood almost nothing of what this non-violent teacher was saying and, as he was saying things like: “duine ar bith seo, duine ar bith siúd, I was thinking: “this is great, we’ve only been in this classroom for 10 minutes and we’re gettin’ wur dinner…” but I had a long wait…
Anyway, at the end of this month at the “Irish College”, this “teacher”, a man I kept in touch with for years after this, said his first words to us in English after a month of Irish. On the afternoon of our last day’s classes, he said something like: “I’m going to say this in English, because it is important and I want you all to understand what I tell you…”
He then began the first history lesson I had ever got at a school. He traced the history of our people from the early centuries through all the oppressions and injustices right up until that day and

I left that place as a young Irishman on his way to the inevitable and perfectly natural and healthy service of his country and people.

This service, unfortunately, good as it was in intention, has brought me years of suffering and oppression, mainly from what I thought were my own people… my correct understanding of the term “Irish” does not include “English”, neither their language, culture, system of government, “justice” system, or any of the other evils they have for centuries tried to force on us. Unfortunately, many of my “fellow Irish” people, having been brainwashed successfully, disagreed strongly with this obvious and simple truth.
I started my second year at the “dump” as a student of Irish and very little else and had my rebel instincts solidified, leaving me permanently in opposition to the institution I was imprisoned in and it’s often violent attempts to indoctrinate me into compliant British citizenship. (This system has, since then, been improved in it’s effectiveness…)
When other boys of my age were asked what they wanted to do when they grew up, they said: doctor, dentist, engineer, etc. When I was asked, I replied “I want to do a degree in Celtic Studies” – no job was mentioned.
So, on I went to Belfast in October 1978 to do that.
When I was learning Irish at the university, some others were learning it in cells in the Long Kesh H-Blocks, a few miles down the M1, and it is still a big regret of mine that I didn’t think I was worthy to go and visit these men and help them…
Things had got out of hand by this time, anyway, as the struggle had come almost to the point of defeat. I, in full agreement with my father, reckoned that “you cant beat Mohamed Ali with boxing-gloves”. But any criticism always got the same answer: “Who are you to be talking? How long have you done inside? etc. So, drink and wasting time, more drink and more wasted time sent this opportunity up in smoke and funerals and lost time… Similar examples of this arrogant and irrational behaviour from people who had control of dedicated young volunteers were to be experienced every time I, or anybody else so much as opened our mouths. The latest example of this was as recently as last week, so I see no reason to believe there has been any change worth considering in that camp.
Then came 1980 and 1981 and the worst year of my, and of many other people of my generation’s lives. I will not give a blow-by-blow account of a history that is well documented, but will now sketch out how this effected me.
I and a few of my friends had been involved in various student protests, like the occupation of a few rooms in the students union and hanging out a banner with something like “Smash H Block” on it. But mainly I was drowning my consciousness in a deluge of cheap drink and generally making an idiot of myself, as I simply did not know what to do to make any difference. So, Bobby, Francis, Raymond and Patsy died and we were no further forward.
Then the summer holidays came and the thing happened that I now know to have been the second big turning-point in my life: Joe Mac Donnell became the fifth hunger-striker to die when there should never have been a fifth hunger-striker… People might say that it’s easy to talk now in hindsight, and this is true. I didn’t have this consciously analysed at that time, but I can and will now relate what happened to me then.
I was at Joe’s funeral, go ndeana Dia a mhaith air, and witnessed the attack on us mourners by the RUC and British army, all excused by the “making sure there was no paramilitary display” bullshit. This was, purely and simply, the desecration of a person’s funeral by paid servants of the most criminal, terrorist state on the face of the earth.

See: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ykKtzeTnwc for a detailed eyewitness account of this incident.

The effect this experience had on me is still clear in my memory: I experienced the blind rage that this attack was designed to make us all feel, so another few hundred would join the IRA and get killed or locked up so these bullies could continue to trample us into the ground.
So, knowing that the IRA was incapable of rational discussion and was riddled with informers and agents, coupled with the fact that I am not a soldier, I left Ireland and spent the next 2 months in France. The alternative would have been the deaths of quite a few soldiers/RUC and my death… that, to me, would have been an unacceptable gift to our enemies – to allow them to defeat me… so I lived to fight another day, but it wasn’t easy… That decision haunted me for years and I had, from then on, a debt to pay. Then, in the mid or late eighties, I was told that another friend of mine had got a 20 year sentence. I got a visit and when I expressed my disappointment that he had got himself this sentence, he said: something like: “Aye, but sure this oul country needs to be freed”. That really impressed me and I fairly immediately pledged that I, too, would give service.
That service began the day my father was buried at the end of February 2000.

From then on, I was to be on active service for an indefinite time in the future… I had never defined any limits, then or now.

By this time, we had at least got a ceasefire and what was called the “Peace Process” which was a good start, but the “good” bit ended there, as it was never a “Peace” process, because the pledges of peace were all coming from us with absolutely no reciprocation from one of the world’s top terrorist states who had absolutely no notion of ceasing fire and was actually then preparing for the invasion of another few countries with the help of it’s other bullying “allies”. So, logically, I did not vote for or against the “Good Friday Agreement”, as it is illegitimate, being done under duress and being between our people in our own land and the British state who were occupying our land illegally, by force of arms and had no intention of going away.
By autumn of the year 2000, I was living in a caravan in Croithshlí and had begun my few years of investigation into the antics of the “Irish” state which had cynically used the ongoing conflict as a cover for a more covert war on the Irish nation… (Calling it “Irish” is grossly misleading, as this was and remains the British state in Ireland).
So now we fast-forward to January 2010, before I had even published my findings, but I had been very open in my research, making no secret of the fact that I was gathering information on the scamming that was going on all around me, including an application to Údarás na Gaeltachta which I refused to follow up on after I came to know that it was a web of corruption that I would not take part in… (all this is on record)
The following account is just a sketch of a series of incidents that I am quite prepared to go into full detail on…
I had been doing a media course in “Acadamh na hOllscolaíochta Gaeilge” and the staff there also knew I was not doing the course to join the long list of Irish-language parasites who profit from the gross injustices mentioned in my report. I was there to learn how to make videos, as my research into language-acquisition had brought me in this direction. I was also, as usual, gathering information on details of how the scam system worked for it’s benificiaries.
So my troubles began in earnest the day after my mother was buried at the start of January 2010 and I had foolishly gone straight back to my course instead of taking a few more days off. I had had little sleep and much drink over the couple of days of my mother’s wake and, when I had left back a camera I had on loan over the holidays, I was late for the start of our practical session. I asked one of the other group-members was the camera battery charged and he wouldn’t give me a straight answer after a couple of attempts. Then he used an Irish version of that English phrase “in my face” and I grabbed him by the collar and said: “that’s in your face…”. As quick as a flash, I was attacked by another student and brought down.
Then the real fun started for the top muppet in Acadamh na hOllscolaíochta Gaeilge, É. Mac N. I was disciplined, charged with assault, brought before a disciplinary committee in NUI Galway, where three conflicting versions of the events were heard. These obvious lies were accepted as proof that I was guilty, I was suspended for three months and the academic board very thoughtfully recommended that I seek counselling…
So, after the Easter holidays, I came back into the place but was stopped at the door by the gatekeeper. She said that I was not allowed to go straight to my course, but had to go upstairs to talk to É. Mac N. first. Up I went, not suspecting the foul-play that was to come. In I went and sat at a big board-table across from É. Mac N. and one of the tutors – his “witness”. The conversation was casual and seemed light-hearted. Did I intend to finish the course? I had missed a lot… this term will be mainly practical, etc. Then the talk turned somehow to the day in Galway and I remember É. Mac N. saying something like “and you made us all have to go to Galway”. I, of course, quipped that it was not I who had made us all have to go to Galway, but himself, but no sooner had I said this than he got to his feet and said: “you’re intimidating me. I’m going to phone the Gardaí…” Out he danced and I was left stunned as I realised the second and fatal trick that this criminal had played on me. I got an e-mail that night informing me of my second suspension on a charge of intimidation and knew I had absolutely no chance of coming out of their trap in one piece. The plan was to destroy my character completely and it probably succeeded. But I’m still here and still telling the truth about this bunch of crooks who have hijacked our country for their own profit.
I had learned enough in the first term, however, to go on with the making of the video Irish course that was one of the results of my research into what the way forward would be. So I spent the rest of the year making this and shortening the report that was to be published at the end of the year 2011. This report is now posted on www.omn.ie under the title “Ireland’s big Lie(s)”.
The second of the two powerful forces was now beginning to attack me from more or less the same angle: they were trying to destroy my credibility by making out that I was mentally unstable, aggressive, mad, full of anger, bitterness and hatred – the usual black propaganda. As I was still struggling with an over-fondness for the bottle, I was easily wound up by my sister who had taken on the job of ripping me to small pieces in the cause of the defence of her privileged position as doctor, “republican” pro-life saint. This dirty-tricks campaign also goes on to this day, but is now seriously hampered by my almost complete avoidance of all alcoholic drink for the past number of years.
But the same line of lies is constant throughout:
“I’m worried about our Frankie” – always said to somebody else and never to me or help offered to cure the reason for this “worry”
Insults such as an e-mail saying:
“There is nobody kicking you except in your deluded brain. We only get one short life. It’s a pity to waste it in bitterness and hatred. A.”
“Tá tú ag déanamh amadán duit féin!” … etc.
Then, we have the intimidation and malicious rumours of the local community here, starting with the driving of cars at speed aiming to just miss me. The close overtaking of me on a horse with a deep ditch on my left, so I might be tossed into it and the driver could drive on. The numerous incidents on the roads where cars were used as weapons…
The numerous malicious rumours:
That’s the man that shot the dog.
Aye, he’s a homosexual.
‘Reportáladh é fá choinne cruelty to animals!”
The outright threats:
“Cuirfidh mé síos nimh agus maróidh mé na gabhair sin…”
(I’ll put down poison and kill them goats – actually a threat to kill me, as I drink their milk)
“Gheobhaidh mise gardaí agus dlídóirí agus cuirfidh mé amach as do theach thú”.
(I’ll get Gardaí and lawyers and I’ll put you out of your house).
Then the incident where a neighbour ordered me to “get them goats off the road” and started to herd me and them up a road, until I had to start to show that I was willing to damage his lorry to get him to stop using it as a weapon. He then said: “If I didn’t have a hernia I’d sort you out”, which gave me a bit of comic relief, at least, but it didn’t last long, as he phoned his wife and she started to push me about physically, trying to provoke me to hit her. I didn’t hit her, but they still put out the false story that I had beat her up… (no charges, though!)
It’s a case of: if I were to do 20 good deeds, none of them would be acknowledged, but even if I didn’t do a bad deed, they would make one up.
That’s how it has been for me this past few years: for my loyalty and dedication to the cause of justice and peace, I have been victimised and abused by the beneficiaries of these injustices.
They should have learned by now that the truth doesn’t go away.
So, up to the present:
The latest story is from M. Mac G. E., a “Republican” “councillor” and has already been circulated to an unknown set of people.

This text message was sent to a young man who helps here regularly. The intention should be obvious:
“Look to be honest with you mo chara, I don’t know, especially after what he went and done on Saturday when he went and had a row with a local county councillor in front of people.”
“He went over to a commemoration on Saturday and started screaming abuse at a local county councillor about things that he completely twisted. There were alot of Republicans there and even though he felt better after it, he damaged himself massively so he did. Anyone even thinking about helping him or coming on board were either all there or will hear what he done”
The truth, as usual, is far different to what was reported above:
There was no “commemoration”. It was a meeting between M. Mac G. E. and two businessmen about seats that were being commissioned to be erected on the dunes near the new quay at Machaire Gathláin. In total, there were 5 people there, all of whom I know personally and can list if anybody thinks it useful. I commented that they were planning to vandalise the natural environment, putting down concrete and granite seats when there were four granite boulders, perfect for people to sit on…
The eruption was not from me, but from M. Mac G. E., who did the screaming: “Are you accusing me of vandalism?”
I was simply expressing my opinion, to which I am entitled, even when it differs from his and it took me a while to calm things down. But, as usual, the story doesn’t need the truth to be good for it’s purpose of ensuring I get no support for my proposals of voluntary action for the common good that will never go down well with career politicians, doctors, professors, etc. who are comfortable criticising a status quo that serves them well, while stifling any actual resistance to that system to which they are ever loyal.
So, to cut a long story short, if the Irish people believe these lies and refuse to help in their own future because of this black propaganda, they deserve all they get. As things are now, that is the case.
I have done my best over a long period of time and know the truth, know who is responsible. My reports remain unchanged and my predictions of what would happen will now come true, as the Irish people have sided with the lie.
If that continues, we have no future.
Frankie

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221217-1737: I only know one so-called “Globalist” personally.

He is a brother of mine, called John.
Although he is a “Globalist” in that he supports and works for the most tyrannical dictatorship the World has ever known, he is NOT a Globalist at all.
He supports and works for the U.K./U.S. etc Empire of terrorism who want the Globe controlled by his bosses in Whitehall and Washington.
I am a true Globalist, defending ALL the people of this world against the tiny minority who think,
as my brother, Professor John Mc Closkey, does, that there are too many people on this planet
and that a few billion of us should be removed, culled – sorry, “reduced”…
But here’s the crux:
Professor John, like the masters he serves, sees others lives as useless, but his own as precious…
He sees absolutely no inconsistency in taking a donated liver to save his own life while he advocates
– with educated good manners – the mass-murder of billions of his fellow human beings.
There has been a divide in my family for 40 years now, but I only woke up to it recently.
I was always blamed for causing discord and had come to believe the constantly-repeated but false allegation.
The reason is that people like John and my 2-mansioned sister, Doctor Anne, have been working all their lives for the enemy they have always professed to be resisting – and this lie and injustice has been going on since they did their degrees in the early eighties that set them off on their careers as servants of the British Empire that now, once again, begins to show it’s true colours… Their concealment of this selfish meanness has been perfect – except when an insider like me sees those he knows since childhood trample the principles we were brought up with into the ground.
It is people like these who have caused the latest defeats suffered by the Irish nation, as their advices have always been respected by people who, unlike me, cannot see through the smiling mask that hides the mean enemy within.
Our trust in people like these has brought our people to the brink of extinction.
I have a handy rule of thumb to help people see the empty pseudo-defender:
do they work for the enemy?
That includes ANY work. ANY work:
If they work for them, it is IMPOSSIBLE for them to work for us, not only physically, but ideologically, since they work for the enemy for money, making their daily choice one of financial security over the suffering of millions of innocents.
It’s time to get back on track.
I not only show where that track is, but am strengthening and developing it against all the odds.
The liars who have held us all back have been given the slip by me years ago…
I hope to see some more escapees soon.
Nodlaig mhaith do lucht na deá-mhéine,
Proinsias.

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