Sunday, October 04, 2009

Lay Off the Micks

There's predictably a lot of comment regarding the Irish referendum result today. A lot of it is sneering if not downright bloody abusive.

In some respects there's no love lost between our two nations, and to be fair neither of us emerge with a lot of credit.

However, to those who paint the Paddys black at every opportunity and try to infer endemic cowardice I suggest they have a look at some of our war cemetaries, and check out the regimental museums of our Irish regiments. Then I cordially invite them to shut their fucking mouths.

Ireland was bullied and cowed, lied to and shanghied by one of the most ruthless, anti-democratic and utterly unscrupulous political entities of modern times. Betrayed by self-serving filth in their own media and of course, by the global political class (Irish chapter).

They were stampeded by the liars and the fear-mongers. They will repent at leisure.

What need you, being come to sense,
But fumble in a greasy till
And add the halfpence to the pence
And prayer to shivering prayer, until
You have dried the marrow from the bone?
For men were born to pray and save:
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone,
It's with O'Leary in the grave.

Yet they were of a different kind,
The names that stilled your childish play,
They have gone about the world like wind,
But little time had they to pray
For whom the hangman's rope was spun,
And what, God help us, could they save?
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone,
It's with O'Leary in the grave.

Was it for this the wild geese spread
The grey wing upon every tide;
For this that all that blood was shed,
For this Edward Fitzgerald died,
And Robert Emmet and Wolfe Tone,
All that delirium of the brave?
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone,
It's with O'Leary in the grave.

Yet could we turn the years again,
And call those exiles as they were
In all their loneliness and pain,
You'd cry, 'Some woman's yellow hair
Has maddened every mother's son':
They weighed so lightly what they gave.
But let them be, they're dead and gone,
They're with O'Leary in the grave.

W. B. Yeats.


Richard said...

Choices have consequences. Tough world, but there it is. Freedom of speech means just that!

Quiet_Man said...

They were bullied and bribed, I don't blame them for capitulating though. They may rue their decision one day, but that's for the future.

Call me Infidel said...

If the French get their way and harmonise corporation tax the Irish will have plenty of time to repent when Intel and Microsoft move to Poland.
I understand them voting the way they did given the pressure they were under and in any event we should put our own house in order before blaming another country for our misfortunes.
It could in the long run be a blessing in disguise. If they put the snake oil salesman pars excellence Anthony Lynton Liar up for President I suspect it will only succeed in boiling the piss of millions of pro Europeans. This will do more to bring about the break up of the EU than an Irish no vote in my view.

Mac the Knife said...

Richard: Just so. As you rightly pointed out the other night, the elephant just doubled in size. All the fancy footwork in the world can't hide it much longer.

QM: There will indeed be wailing and gnashing of teeth ere long.

CMI: Now that the die is cast, part of me is quite looking forward to the next phase. Perhaps I'll bastardise Churchill and write 'The Gathering Shitstorm'.