We enjoy freedom in spite of 1916 rebels, not because of them
Easter 2016 has come and gone. And Ireland has trampled all over it. Snappily dressed in its bespoke best, Official Ireland hollowed out the essential Christian feast (with its cosmopolitan breadth of vision and sect-defying Gospel narrative) and given us, not a perfectly acceptable secular version, but a feast of 1916 Republican revisionism meant to bury what's left of our rich Christian heritage.
The braggadocio was beyond belief. In case we didn't get the message (or bend the knee to this other 'nicely tailored' narrative), Official Ireland had its own beatification ceremonies.
We listened in North Korean-type admiration as speaker after speaker admonished us for not 'appreciating' the men of 1916. Their reverence for the cause. Their right to mandate themselves and their right to canonise themselves.