To the people of Gaza, I’m sorry, Ireland’s sovereignty is out of our hands. Making your way from Dublin airport to the city centre, it becomes apparent that there are far more thorough ways than bombing, to destroy a city. Open-air crack dealing, homeless encampments and herds of American tourists milling about city centre districts-turned-daycare construct the vibe of the kip. Down on the Liffeyside, the squat glass offices of tax-evading tech giants grow like moss around a dirty gutter. Streets over, in old British buildings, clientelistic Irish policymakers preen themselves for TikTok’s or…