On one side there were thousands of working-class people waving the Irish tricolour and belting out the Irish national anthem. On the other there was a gaggle of Trinity thin kids and sun-starved lefties, the kind of people who put the soy into socialism. One was a witch (she / they) who was there to ‘protest against Nazi cunts’. They chanted about ‘revolution’ yet it looked like a strong gust of wind might take them out. ‘32 counties, 69 genders’, said one banner, which I think means they want a United Ireland in which people with cocks get to cosplay as lesbians. Ah, just as Pádraic Pearse envisioned.
