CarrickHealslut is getting into the festive mood, that magical time of year when local Christians prepare to celebrate the birth of a Palestinian baby they would absolutely starve, deport, or dump in the Moy if he showed up today. Shops are buzzing, plastic tat is flying off the shelves, and everyone is elbowing each other for the last discounted toy made by an eight year old in a sweatshop somewhere beyond the white world, but fear not, because one woman is here to remind us

Late last night, customs officers at Shannon seized a gigantic Temóoh parcel addressed to one Bradley Bellwether , also known in the digital cesspit as Brad the Fasch , or in certain agricultural circles as the sheep stalker . For readers not familiar with Temóoh, it is the marketplace where Europeans can buy goods manufactured by underpaid children and overworked adults, at prices so low they make your conscience itch, without having to face any European regulations. A parad

A grand Irish tradition dies with every migrant who sets foot on this island. Tragic stuff altogether. Our countryside customs are fading away, mostly because there simply are not enough Irish lads left to keep them going. Last time, we talked about the noble winter ritual of burning plastic in the fireplace, a scent as familiar as wet turf, one cherished by communities where over half the houses still refuse to use the bin collection. Some have turned it into a personal crus