English Capitalists Starved Millions of Irish to Death For Profit - George Bernard Shaw

In reviewing this history of land seizure and the exploitation of an indigenous population brought to mind Third World countries on all continents that have had a similar experience of empire protected overseas settler incursions.

The calamities that British capitalism, both in its nascent mercantilist form right through industrial and finance capitalism, brought to majority humanity at the point of the gun, the latter at the point of machine guns, is today, largely replaced by Anglo-American dominated powerful and merciless currency controlling international regulatory institutions.

The present hope of apprehensive misanthropic bankers, industrialists, the military and their media mouthpiece, is that this domination of the vulnerable poor billions of Earthlings can continue to produce enough revenue to eventually bail out the frantically promoted over-consumption, the permissive thievery of the wealthy and the unwise use of their power to govern the globe.

So to sum up, as with present day Amer-Anglo imperialism and the French, Spanish, Dutch and Portuguese empires that preceded it, millions of exploited human beings were destined to die early and violent deaths in their home country while slaving and serving for the investors of foreign capital.

One day Ireland will surely be whole again and a minority of the descendants of invading colonists will reside peacefully as a respected Protestant minority within a largely Catholic native Irish population - instead of those Protestants, backed by overwhelming British firepower, continuing to subjugate a minority of Catholic native Irish in a gerrymandered northern portion of the island controlled by the oppressor British and their obedient minions in overseas colonizing.

But how to swallow all that starvation.
Its just, well, has anyone ever had the devastating experience of seeing young little sallow skinned lifeless faces with expressionless eyes, immobile in sunken eye sockets, staring into the empty space of their unavoidable fate, motionless, without an iota of energy left over after each taxing breath to even try to understand, to ask, 'Why Mommy? Why Daddy?'

'It wasn't personal. It was just business.'

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