Welcome to Ireland's online newspaper. The Freeman's Journal was Ireland's leading newspaper from 1762 to 1924. In 2010 it has been resurrected online!
The Freeman's Journal is an internet publication dedicated to the proposition that our media, as our government, should be of the people, by the people and for the people. We therefore welcome submissions from journalists, citizens, writers and poets. We hope to attract some of Ireland's deepest thinkers, from both academic and bar-room backgrounds.
We will provide insightful news analysis for a rapidly changing Ireland. You will also find plenty profiles, features, poetry, interviews, photography and reflections. We also feature "the blogging dead" in our blogs section. Wolfe Tone, Yeats and many other historical figures are now resurrected and blogging for The Freeman's Journal. The stench in the office is wicked, but it is well worth it for the engaging perspectives they provide on 21st century Ireland.
Submit your ideas to the Editor.
Cover Story
by Rory Fitzgerald
Fri, Mar 26, 2010
The Irish Church has been central to the Irish people for sixteen centuries. Even as we stumble through a spectacular economic collapse, people now speak of the imminent collapse of the Irish Church.
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Featured Stories
by Isambard K. Brunel
Thu, Mar 25, 2010
Well it is magnificent. I traveled back to my beloved Bristol today as soon as I had learned that they had completed the bridge in my absence. The grace and elegance of the structure suspended across the Clifton gorge was certain to reinvigorate the heart after a deep slumber...
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by Rory Fitzgerald
Thu, Mar 04, 2010
Rory Fitzgerald meets Cork singer songwriter John Spillane and hears about his new album, the art of songwriting and his hopes for a changing Ireland.
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Lead Stories
by Dara Lawlor
Thu, Mar 25, 2010
The fight against illegal downloading has been going on for almost a decade without a satisfactory end in sight for either side.
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by Rory Fitzgerald
Fri, Mar 26, 2010
Niall O'Dowd started out in the US as a construction worker in Chicago. He went on to become a close confidante of the Clintons and an architect of the Northern Ireland peace process. How did this Irish immigrant go from pushing wheelbarrows of cement to pushing international politics at the White House? Rory Fitzgerald meets him and hears about his new book, the Kennedys, President Obama, 9/11 and Irish America in the 21st century.
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by Rory Fitzgerald
Thu, Mar 25, 2010
The Irish writer Brendan Behan once remarked, “Others have a nationality. The Irish and the Jews have a psychosis.” That may be putting matters a little harshly, but he was on to something: These two ancient peoples were destined to wander the world as outsiders...
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by Rory Fitzgerald
Thu, Mar 04, 2010
Parallel parking may be a mystery to them, but they know the mysteries of the heart. They have seen people live and die, many times watched the seasons come and go, and have seen whole civilizations pass and fade...
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by Rory Fitzgerald
Wed, Mar 03, 2010
EXPECT MORE Irish misery memoirs in 20 years' time. Like a familiar glove, despondency has again wrapped itself around the Emerald Isle. Except this time we've lost the sense of humor and the warm spirituality that saw us through miseries past.
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Tue, Mar 23, 2010
Well it is magnificent. I traveled back to my beloved Bristol today as soon as I had learned that they had completed the bridge in my absence. The grace and elegance of the structure suspended across the Clifton gorge was certain to reinvigorate the heart after a deep slumber...
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Thu, Mar 25, 2010
I hear ye are at it again? Are ye? Trying to put all Europe and us poor Atlantic islands under the one government. Will ye ever let up on that at all? I've seen it all before, so I have. For, though I flatter myself I do not look it, I am many thousands of years old. And I am a ghost, so time means little to me.
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Fri, Mar 26, 2010
Much to my dismay, gay Paris is no longer the centre of world intellectual, artistic and aesthetic activity. That cup has passed back and forth between London, Berlin, New York, Los Angeles and God knows what other ghastly outposts since I first walked this earthly realm. My darling France has grown quiet in her old age. But this new world, with all of its apocalyptic urgency, is nothing if not exciting!
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Thu, Mar 04, 2010
Requiescat, lament.
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