Neither Naive Nor a Wuss

Day 1,981, 14:02 Published in Ireland Ireland by Arjay Phoenician III
EDITORIAL NOTE: Until Belfast is back in Irish hands, until the British are repelled and the whole of this island is whole again, this paper will abstain from the usage of brunettes. Sorry, Releasethe Krakken,, we all have to make sacrifices for the cause.



I wouldn’t consider my mancrush on our president, MUFC922, necessarily over. I like a president who is audacious and a little mouthy. I like it when the enemy takes his taunts a little personal and uses it as false motivation for aggression. I love trash talk, especially in a culture where it starts at the top and permeates down through all social strata.

Talking trash is one thing. Talking trash and getting your arse kicked because of it is another, but even it has merit if you can muster a fight. Talking trash, getting your arse kicked, and not even putting your hands up to defend yourself, that’s something else, something of the facepalm realm, and for a small country like ours that likes to see ourselves as spirited and pugnacious, it’s inexcusable.



Yes, I know plans fall through, and the best laid plans of mice and Irishmen often go SPLAT. Yes, Argentina was supposed to be our ace in the hole, our champion, our foil to the UK’s Poland, but they not only proved to be a paper lion, they inexplicably curled up and died, along with our hopes for an adequate defense. Yes, the alliance flavor-of-the-month, the CUA, sucks rocks. Yes, I’ve heard the rumor that the current British invasion is tied to their desire to see us impeach our president. And yes, it certainly doesn’t help matters when that president gets the banhammer in the middle of all of this.

But none of that should have stopped Irish citizens from putting up a fight. Louth fell today, did we manage to score a single point in that campaign? We hardly did any better in defense of Northern Ireland.

The easiest thing to do is blame MUFC992 for all of it, and there are plenty of such undercurrents of that already. The problem is not one single person, nor is it the fault of allies from the other side of e-planet with their own sets of problems and agendas to juggle.

Understand, I’ve been back in this world just two weeks, I can only see so much, but the problem is getting everyday Irish present and accounted for. That’s a nationwide problem that will take every veteran citizen to chip in and solve.

On any given day, there’s perhaps 600 Irish citizens. That’s in the entire world, not just in residence in Ireland. 414 currently live in the five remaining Irish regions. That’s what we have to work with, folks. Just over 400 Irishmen, battling 2,600 Englishmen that are backed by the full force of the potent Polish army.

Ultimately, we can’t count on anyone else but ourselves for defense of our nation. Period. It would be great if those we sign alliances with would back us up in our time of need, but our problems will never entirely be theirs, and we become forgotten stepchildren the moment the responsibility of allegiance becomes inconvenient. We can’t sacrifice our home regions for our allies and be a “team player” if we are wiped in the process. No Irishman should tolerate the notion that losing Mayo helps our allies in the long run in the name of the “greater good”; to the Irishman, there can be no greater good than Ireland herself.

I’m not naïve, there’s no way a country of 400 or 600 can defend itself alone, especially when our closest neighbor is periodically seeking to destroy us. I’m also not a wuss, and I know, mathematically and spiritually, the average Irishman can kick the average Englishman’s arse, man for man.



It will take work, it’s not nearly as sexy as talking trash and provoking war, but if we want an active, spirited Ireland, it will require getting every Irishman plugged in. Whether you see this as a roleplay game, a social game, or a war game, ultimately it is a STRATEGY game, and you can’t put together a worldwide strategy where nations compete at the top when your country is disillusioned, apathetic, and confused all the way to the core.

I’m full of ideas, you’re more than welcome to check out the Arjay Phoenician biography on Wiki. But you didn’t yet ask me, Ireland. I’ve been to the forum and IRC and numbed by their silence, and I’ve seen a previously active newspaper media transform into the trickle of activity it now has become. I’ll do my part, it’s just me being me.

But until those who assume a leadership role in this country realize our fortunes in building a greater Ireland do not lie in the vanity of superalliance shenanigans, but rather in getting our own house in order, we’ll remain a mediocrity. Until the plan is not dictating WHERE our soldiers fight, but rather, giving them a vision as to WHY they fight, they’ll remain unspirited and blind. And no one in this country should ever be considered a leader if they believe giving up any region on this island is acceptable under any circumstance, no matter how they argue it for a “greater good”.

It’s okay to be a dreamer. But a dream is just wasted time if there is no goal.

And a goal with no plan is just a wish.