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Posts Tagged ‘Ireland’ Green River Every year since 1962, the Chicago River has been dyed green to celebrate St. Patrick’s day. Nowadays, both the dyeing and a big parade take place the Saturday before the 17th. (Next year, they’ll coincide when the 17th falls on a Saturday.) It’s a uniquely Chicago tradition that tips its hat to the central role the Irish have played in the city’s history. For a few hours every year, the architectural landmarks that line the Chicago River acquire an aquatic front yard that’s as vibrant as the neon green relish of a genuine Chicago hot dog. The actual dye is orange. It turns green when it’s churned into the water. The discovery of this phenomenom was made by members of Chicago’s pipefitters union back in 1962, and the union has been dyeing the river for St. Pat’s ever since. The natural green of the river can be seen to the right, awaiting its transformation into the hypergreen to the left. 1962, over 100 pounds of dye were dumped into the river, leaving it green for days. Now, only 40 pounds are dispersed, but because the river was reversed to run backwards away from the lake, even one day later, the entire river for many blocks to the west remains a single shamrock-colored fairway. Chicago’s mania for St. Patrick’s green is pervasive. Above is the fountain in Daley Plaza. St. Patricks Day: About St. Patrick and his Day I first published this at Techography on March 17, 2007. I’ve reposted it here for posterity and your reading pleasure!- BS I, Patrick, a sinner, a most simple countryman, the least of all the faithful and most contemptible to many, had for father the deacon Calpurnius, son of the late Potitus, a priest, of the settlement [vicus] of Bannavem Taburniae; he had a small villa nearby where I was taken captive. I was at that time about sixteen years of age. I did not, indeed, know the true God; and I was taken into captivity in Ireland with many thousands of people, according to our deserts, for quite drawn away from God, we did not keep his precepts, nor were we obedient to our priests who used to remind us of our salvation. And the Lord brought down on us the fury of his being and scattered us among many nations, even to the ends of the earth, where I, in my smallness, am now to be found among foreigners. St. Patrick, The Confessio The person who was to become St. Patrick, the patron saint of Ireland, was born in Wales about AD 385. His given name was Maewyn Succat, and he almost didn’t get the job of bishop of Ireland because he lacked the required scholarship. Far from being a saint, until he was 16, he considered himself a pagan. At that age, he was sold into slavery by a group of Irish marauders that raided his village. During his captivity, he became closer to God. County Armagh: A look at Bandit Country (BloodSpite’s Note: I originally wrote this in March of 2011. I’ve republished here for this years Irish Heritage celebration. I hope you enjoy!) I’ve mentioned before that my family hails from County Armagh. However, my family does not align itself with the Ulsters. It’s one of the reasons we left Ireland in the 1940′s my grandfather having had enough of the frictions between the North and South, “We were all Irish, dammit.” he would often curse in his latter years with a shake of his head. This post isn’t about politics however, it’s more about a place that politics happened. Easter Rising: The Beginning of the Troubles This story was first published by myself on March 3rd 2007 at Techography. I republished it here in 2010. – BloodSpite On Easter Monday, shortly after noon, Patrick Pearse and a band of ill armed and ill prepared poets and romantic patriots rose in rebellion took control of the General Post Office incentral Dublin and several other strategic sites around the city. The Irish Republic was proclaimed in Dublin, and the insurgent Tricolour suddenly broke upon startled eyes flying from the flagstaff above the General Post Office in the very heart of the Irish capital. The Fields of Athenry I first wrote this back in 2010. I have reposted it for our Irish Heritage Month – BloodSpite Without a doubt this is my most favored Irish song. It’s not really traditional, having been written in the late 1970′s. However, the story behind is as saddening as the lyrics. More after the Jump The Orangemen of Ulster (I first posted this on March 10, 2007 at Techography.com it has been reprinted here for posterity and your enjoyment) The Orangemen are a peculiar amalgam of history, anger, controversy, patriotism, and pain. It was founded in the same County that my own family heralds from… Armagh. It’s no surprise that we settled in Ellijay then, the Apple Capital of Georgia. The Orange Order is a Protestant fraternal organization based predominantly in Northern Ireland and Scotland with lodges throughout the Commonwealth, Canada and in the United States. The Blood of Cú Chulainn This one is a fairly new one, as it was just written in 2010. As with our other March stories we thought we’d share it once again! – BS 2013 UPDATE: Video corrected Irish history is more than just words on paper. Like so many civilizations past we tend to put our stories, our mythos in to song. Many have heard the songs of Ireland and found them any array of reactions from distinctive, to beautiful, to addictive. Music is not merely a form of expression for the Irish. It’s a way of reliving our past, and it is probably one of the few mediums in which blood has not been shade amongst ourselves. The son of the god Lugh and Deichtine, Cú Chulainn was originally named Sétanta . He gained his better-known name, Cú Chulainn, as a child after he killed Culann’s fierce guard-dog in self-defense, and offered to take its place until a replacement could be reared. This is a story oft told me as a young lad More on Cú Chulainn after the jump Cloch na Blarnan: The Blarney Stone (I first wrote this March of 2011. I’ve reposted it this month for our Irish Heritage celebration. Enjoy! – BS) It’s been said that we Irish are blessed with the “gift of Blarney” or gift of speech. Which is why we make such great story tellers, writers, authors, poets and actresses. Renowned for such wit and humor as that which came from the likes of Oscar Wilde, William Butler Yeats and others. For we Irish, words and language are so very important… My grandfather once told me that if a picture is worth 1,000 words then it takes 1,000 words to paint a picture. But this Irish gift of wit doesn’t come out of thin air, so the legends say, but rather from solid stone! St. Patricks Day: About St. Patrick and his Day I first published this at Techography on March 17, 2007. I reposted it here in 2010 for posterity and your reading pleasure! I imagine it will be a yearly thing- BS I, Patrick, a sinner, a most simple countryman, the least of all the faithful and most contemptible to many, had for father the deacon Calpurnius, son of the late Potitus, a priest, of the settlement [vicus] of Bannavem Taburniae; he had a small villa nearby where I was taken captive. I was at that time about sixteen years of age. I did not, indeed, know the true God; and I was taken into captivity in Ireland with many thousands of people, according to our deserts, for quite drawn away from God, we did not keep his precepts, nor were we obedient to our priests who used to remind us of our salvation. And the Lord brought down on us the fury of his being and scattered us among many nations, even to the ends of the earth, where I, in my smallness, am now to be found among foreigners. St. Patrick, The Confessio The person who was to become St. Patrick, the patron saint of Ireland, was born in Wales about AD 385. His given name was Maewyn Succat, and he almost didn’t get the job of bishop of Ireland because he lacked the required scholarship. Far from being a saint, until he was 16, he considered himself a pagan. At that age, he was sold into slavery by a group of Irish marauders that raided his village. During his captivity, he became closer to God. Bloody Sunday: An apology almost 40 years in the making I wrote this in June of 2010, not long after the published apology from Britain. It was a hard time in those days, and the events and the handling of those events have only made the chasm wider over the years. This apology, I think, was a good first step in the right direction for both countries to come to a peaceable impasse. It was however, several years late in the coming. – BS Broken bottles under children’s feet Bodies strewn across the dead end streets But I won’t heed the battle call It puts my back up, puts my back up against the wall Sunday, Bloody Sunday U2, Bloody Sunday January 30, 1972 The Bogside area of Derry, in Northern Ireland. On one side over 15,000 civil rights protesters against British rule. On the other, British Para’s, the cream of the British Army. In the outcome over 27 people shot, and 14 dead. This was the time of Troubles in Ireland. “… it is expedient that a Tribunal be established for inquiring into a definite matter of urgent public importance, namely the events on Sunday 30th January 1972 which led to loss of life in connection with the procession in Londonderry on that day, taking account of any new information relevant to events on that day” Resolution of the House of Commons, 30th January 1998, and of the House of Lords, 2nd February 1998 The world has changed since those days. Do not take this apology lightly my peers. Let us not return to those days of Belfast and yon. There need be no violence on this day. The point is made. They have admitted their errs. Use it to your advantage and push, politically, diplomatically for the freedom you have fought for. But if we’ve learned one thing in these past years, is that bloodshed never washes away bloodshed. Be better than that. Be Irish. A tribute to the victims: The Coffin Ships (I first wrote this March of 2011. I’ve reposted it this month for our Irish Heritage celebration. Enjoy! – BS) Coffin Ships are a rather sad part of Irish history. Originating during the Great Irish Famine, and of course the prison ships to Botany Bay. The first vessel with Irish convicts for Botany Bay arrived in Port Jackson on 26 September 1791. They were called “coffin ships,” because so many poor souls had been dying on them as of late, leaving behind widows and orphans and broken families. Typically untrustworthy vessels, these ships were purchased literally from salvage yards (where they awaiting dismantling) by unscrupulous owners who had no intention of repairing them. Sailors who agreed to serve on board these floating wrecks typically knew nothing of the dangers until they were well out at sea, vagabonds, and those desperate for work (of which there were plenty) quickly volunteered. Concerned only with profits, these same ship owners heavily overburdened the ships then insured them against expected losses of cargo. They were quite literally worth more at the bottom of the sea than upon it. An Gorta Mór, or The Great Irish Famine (I first wrote this March of 2012. Each year I try to add at least one new story to my Irish History Celebration posts. I’ve reposted it this month for our Irish Heritage celebration. Enjoy! – BS) The Famine began quite mysteriously in September 1845 as leaves on potato plants suddenly turned black and curled, then rotted, seemingly the result of a fog that had wafted across the fields of Ireland. I have been told that the cause was actually an airborne fungus originally transported in the holds of ships traveling from North America to England. Somewhat ironic then if you consider how many Irish families in turn fled to North America because of it. Let no one say we Irish have not had a sense of humor in the annuals of history. In Any event, The Great Famine was a period of mass starvation, disease and emigration between 1845 and 1852. Outside of Ireland it is more commonly called The Irish Potatoe Famine. Within Ireland, and amongst my own family it was referred to as an Gorta Mór or great hunger. The Starvation Orders: The Greatest Generation? (Editors Note: I first published this at the beginning of 2012. For March, I thought it was a good story to bring back up and republish. Enjoy!) The Irish and the British will always have issues because the British never remember, and the Irish never forget. It’s a hot button issue in Ireland. At the time, and now to an extent, many feel that the over 5,000 Irishmen who left Ireland to fight against Nazi Germany in World War II were and are criminals, or deserters. They left the Irish Army, leaving Ireland who was neutral, to fight to stop the Nazi’s in World War II. Today, there is a possibility they may be pardoned. The Starvation Orders were the orders to blacklist those 5,000 troops upon their return. They could not get jobs, welfare, pensions or any assistance what so ever, some of them made a go at it. Others left the country yet again. Whats more the orders extended beyond just the individuals, but their families as well. It’s how my own family ended up in America. Five thousand Irish soldiers who swapped uniforms to fight for the British against Hitler went on to suffer years of persecution. They were formally dismissed from the Irish army, stripped of all pay and pension rights, and prevented from finding work by being banned for seven years from any employment paid for by state or government funds. One of them, 92-year-old Phil Farrington, took part in the D-Day landings and helped liberate the German death camp at Bergen-Belsen – but he wears his medals in secret. Even to this day, he has nightmares that he will be arrested by the authorities and imprisoned for his wartime service. “They would come and get me, yes they would,” he said in a frail voice at his home in the docks area of Dublin. And his 25-year-old grandson, Patrick, confirmed: “I see the fear in him even today, even after 65 years.” Mr Farrington’s fears are not groundless. The yearly return to ol Ireland The blog is green once again. The quote is changed as it will do so each week this month for something that I feel is witty, applicable or entertaining. Your mileage may vary of course. A recent conversation reminded me of the dangers of doing my historical work each year on Ireland. We Irish are romantics, we even romanticize our revolutions, and it can be easy to fall sway under the ideology through that silver tongue. I say we, but at the heart of the issue is I am whats usually known as a Plastic Paddy, born in America and accepted by neither. So it is. My grandfather supported independence, but not the method by which it was attempted or achieved. That’s a serious fence to straddle, especially in Irish politics. I think due him I am of the same. The methods were brutal, ugly, horrible and little more than terrorism. The basis for the action can be understood, even appreciated, but not the extremes to which it was taken. Having never been in that position myself, I find it hard for me to judge any stronger than that. No side was correct in the conflict and troubles. Both sides did wrong, gave wrong, and escalated wrong. No side was in the right, and it was all painted in shades of gray. The cease fires are important. Because only by stepping away from the conflict can we see how far down the path we go in losing our humanity, ability, and basic human concern for our fellow man. If one stays in the furnace too long all they see is fire, and everything needs to burn. I hope by this way of explanation I have somewhat eased my friends’ mind in regards to my own position, complex though it may seem. The works I have written that are military in nature and gathered may sometimes seem to support one side, or the other, but its not the case. Rather I am attempting to bring perspective, a chance to view for a moment through another eye as best I can. A glimpse behind the curtain if you will. The intent is to explain to my fellow Americans that we are not as insulated as we think we are from terrorism, and all it takes is one action, one straw for the camel that we could be thrust in to a similar corner. At which point only studying history such as Ireland do we find peaceful ways out of that corner, without entering the furnace ourselves. The Naming III Current vote tallies are as follows. An Leargaidh The Slopes 3 Votes An Dun Hill Fort 3 Votes Monadh Liath Grey Mountains 2 vote Cair Ceann Tulaich Fort of the hillock 1 Vote And lets not forget an honorary mention for Caisleán Critter Don’t forget to check here for the full list. I was going to finalize this on the 10th, but frankly I have not been able too. As May 4th we should actually be able to start officially relocating in to the house I will probably make the naming ceremony then. We have gotten a lot done. All of the rooms are painted, about 90% of the trim and touch up work is complete as well. The old carpet has been ripped out. The chimney sweep will be out Tuesday. The carpet is being installed on Wednesday, the new water heater, fridge and exterior doors are coming on Thursday. So I’ll start transporting stuff over Thursday night most likely as long as the weather holds. I am so ready for all this moving and construction to be over. Still will have a busy summer. Entire outside of the house needs to be stained, and there are a lot of repairs still to make. But at least now we can see light at the end of the tunnel! The Naming II Current vote tallies are as follows. An Leargaidh The Slopes 2 Votes An Dun Hill Fort 2 Votes Monadh Liath Grey Mountains 1 vote Cair Ceann Tulaich Fort of the hillock 1 Vote And lets not forget an honorary mention for Caisleán Critter Don’t forget to check here for the full list. Vote tallies will end the morning of Saturday April 20th. As for me? I’m trying to maintain decorum. Of course inside I’m screaming. 5 and a half hours and it will be all over. So here’s something to set the mood. Caoineadh Cu Chlainn, probably one of the prettiest songs I know of, as performed by Bill Whelan and played on a Uilleann Pipe. Closing of March, thoughts on Irish American relations Typically March is one of my favorite times of the year. You get the full gambit of seasons in one month: rain, snow, cold, warmth and the colors begin changing once again. This March has been brutal, not weather wise but just in general. We lost a good friend, and military blogger in Carroll LeFon AKA Neptunus Lex in 2012. My whole family was nearly killed in a car accident in the same year. My daughter has been plagued with one sick spell after another. The list goes on and on. But in the end it is still the seasons, and just plain luck that goes wrong even though sometimes it is fate itself that has turned against us. Read the rest of this entry » On Being Irish in America I first wrote this back in 2007 at Techography. With Calimus’ help I dug it from the archives and republished it here, in 2010. As with all things Irish Heritage, I’ve brought it back once again. Enjoy. -BloodSpite Now that I’ve learned a great deal about Northern Ireland, there are things I can say about it: that it’s an unhealthy and morbid place, where people learn to die from the time that they”re children; where we’ve never been able to forget our history and our culture-which are only other forms of violence; where it’s so easy to deride things and people; where people are capable of much love, affection, human warmth and generosity. But, my God! How much we know how to hate! Every two or three hours, we resurrect the past, dust it off and throw it in someone”s face. -Betty WilliamsNorthern Irish Peace activist, and winner of the Nobel Peace Prize. It”s almost time ye see. Time to dust off the green carnations, the Erin Go Bragh pins. Time to remember, and time to celebrate. It has been said, albeit sometimes bitterly, that Ireland’s best exports were her son’s and daughters. But they have kept the faith, however Americanized. Little Ireland, poor and underpopulated, with it’s humble patron Saint unknown in the rest of the Christian world causing all the fuss one day a year on a day in March. Saint Patrick’s Day in New York is the most fantastic affair, and in past years on Fifth Avenue, from Forty-fourth Street to Ninety-Sixth Street, the white traffic lines were painted green for the occasion. All the would-be Irish, has-been Irish, and never-been Irish seem to appear true-blue Irish overnight. Everyone is in on the act, but it is a very jolly occasion and I have never experienced anything like it anywhere else in the world Brendan BenhanBrendan Benhan”s New York My grandfather used to joke. “Do ye know what St Patrick’s Day is in New York?” My family moved south to Georgia, the mountains of the time in the North of the state wild, to escape the lack of jobs and the No Irish Need Applysigns that plagued them upon their arrival to the land of milk and honey. “No Grandpa.” said I, the youth and unknowing. A babe in the woods. ” What is St Patrick’s Day in New York?” “St Patrick’s Day In New York is the day all the factory owners on Fifth Avenue watch their employee’s parade in the streets.” he roared, laughing at his joke that took me years to understand. Englishmen, Scotchmen, Jews, do well in Ireland- Irishman, never; even the patriot has to leave Ireland to get a hearing. George Moore Each day of the Weekend, for the rest of March I will supply some tidbits on life in Ireland, stories my family has past to me, both of their time in Armagh, and upon their arrival here in the US. I hope that you will See St Patrick’s Day to be more than just a time for green carnations, green beer and music. I hope you will see just what it means for those of us who are Irish, in America. Thus when you raise your green glass, to your mates and your friends, and you hear the words of every lasses lover in the lyrics of Danny Boy, you”ll have a tear in your eye and your heart, for a people who at once are ready for anything, and prepared for nothing, and proud just the same.
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Abhainn Glas Gach bliain ó 1962, tá an Abhainn Chicago daite glas chun ceiliúradh a lá Naomh Pádraig. Faoi láthair, idir an ruaimniú agus paráid mór a chur ar siúl ar an Satharn roimh an 17ú. (An bhliain seo chugainn, beidh siad ag an am céanna nuair a thiteann an 17ú ar an Satharn.) Tá sé ina traidisiún uathúil Chicago go bhfuil leideanna a hata ar an ról lárnach na Gaeilge a bhí sa stair na cathrach. Ar feadh cúpla uair an chloig gach bliain, a fháil ar an landmarks ailtireachta go líne an Abhainn Chicago clós tosaigh uisceach sin chomh bríomhar is an anlann goinbhlasta neon glas de Chicago madra te fíor. Is é an dath iarbhír oráiste. Casadh sé glas nuair atá sé churned isteach san uisce. An fionnachtain an phenomenom rinne baill de Chicago Pipefitters aontas ar ais i 1962 , agus tá an aontas curtha ruaimniú ar an abhainn le haghaidh Naomh Pádraig ó shin i leith. Is féidir leis an glas nádúrtha na habhann a bheith le feiceáil leis an gceart, ag feitheamh ar a chlaochlú ar an hypergreen ar an taobh clé. 1962, bhí dumpáilte níos mó ná £ 100 de lí isteach san abhainn, ag fágáil sé glas do laethanta. Anois, ach £ 40 scaipthe, ach mar gheall ar aisiompaíodh an abhainn a rith ar gcúl ar shiúl ó na loch, fiú lá amháin ina dhiaidh sin, tá an abhainn ar fad do go leor bloic ar an taobh thiar seamróg-daite fairway amháin. Is mania Chicago do glas Naomh Pádraig forleatach. Os cionn an tobair i Daley Plaza. Lá Naomh Pádraig: Eolas Naomh Pádraig agus a Lá D'fhoilsigh mé an chéad seo ag Techography ar 17 Márta, 2007. Mé reposted sé anseo do na glúine agus do phléisiúr léamh -! BS Mé, Pádraig, peacach, a thíre is simplí, ar an laghad de na dílis agus is contemptible go leor, bhí do athair an Deacon Calpurnius, mac an déanach Potitus, sagart, de chuid na socraíochta [vicus] de Bannavem Taburniae; bhí sé ina Villa beag in aice láimhe nuair a tógadh mé chuing. Bhí mé ag an am sin faoi sé bliana déag d'aois. Ní raibh, go deimhin, tá a fhios agam an Dia fíor; agus tógadh mé i mbraighdeanas in Éirinn leis na mílte daoine, de réir ár fásaigh, do go leor tharraingt ar shiúl ó Dhia, ní raibh muid a choinneáil ar a chuid precepts, ná níor obedient chuirimid ar fáil dár sagairt a úsáidtear chun cur i gcuimhne dúinn ár slánú. Agus thug an Tiarna síos ar orainn an Fury ar a bhail agus scaipthe i measc dúinn náisiúin go leor, fiú do na foircinn an domhain, i gcás mé, i mo smallness, tá anois le fáil i measc eachtrannaigh. Naomh Pádraig, An Confessio An duine a bhí le bheith Naomh Pádraig, an pátrún na hÉireann a rugadh, sa Bhreatain Bheag faoi AD 385. Bhí a ainm a thugtar ar Maewyn Succat, agus sé nach raibh beagnach an post easpuig hÉireann a fháil toisc go raibh sé an scoláireacht is gá. I bhfad ó bheith ina naomh, go dtí go raibh sé 16, mheas sé é féin ina págánacha. Ag an aois sin, bhí sé a dhíoltar i sclábhaíocht ag grúpa de Marauders Éireannacha a raided a sráidbhaile. Le linn a mbraighdeanas, bhí sé níos cóngaraí do Dhia. Contae Ard Mhacha: Súil ar meirleach Tír (Nóta BloodSpite ar: Scríobh mé ar dtús i mí an Mhárta 2011 Tá athfhoilsiú mé anseo ar feadh na bliana seo ceiliúradh Oidhreachta na hÉireann Tá súil agam go mbainfidh tú taitneamh a bhaint as..!) Atá luaite agam roimh bhunadh mo theaghlach ó Chontae Ard Mhacha. Mar sin féin, nach mo theaghlach ailíniú féin leis an Ulsters. Tá sé ar cheann de na cúiseanna a d'fhág muid Éire i 1940 tar éis mo sheanathair raibh go leor de na frictions idir an Tuaisceart agus an Deisceart, "Bhí muid ar fad in Éirinn, deabhal." Bheadh sé curse go minic ina blianta deiridh le shake a cheann . Ní hé seo an post faoi pholaitíocht, áfach, tá sé níos mó faoi áit a tharla an pholaitíocht. Éirí Amach na Cásca: An Tús na dTrioblóidí Bhí an scéal a foilsíodh den chéad uair ag mé féin ar an 3 Márta 2007 ag Techography . Athfhoilsiú mé é anseo i 2010 . - BloodSpite Ar Luan Cásca, go gairid tar éis meán lae, Pádraig Mac Piarais agus banda d'fhilí tinn armtha agus ullmhaithe tinn agus tírgráthóirí rómánsúil ardaigh i éirí amach ghlac rialú an Ard-Oifig an Phoist ilár Bhaile Átha Cliath agus roinnt suímh straitéiseacha eile ar fud na cathrach. Fógraíodh Poblacht na hÉireann i mBaile Átha Cliath, agus bhris an Trídhathach insurgent go tobann ar na súile geit ag eitilt as an chleith brataí os cionn an-Oifig an Phoist i gcroílár an-an bpríomhchathair na hÉireann. An Réimsí Bhaile Átha an Rí Scríobh mé an chéad seo ar ais i 2010 . Tá mé reposted sé ar ár Mí Oidhreachta na hÉireann - BloodSpite Gan amhras is é seo mo amhrán Éireannach is mídheisiúla. Níl sé i ndáiríre traidisiúnta, a bheith scríofa i ndeireadh 1970. Mar sin féin, is é an scéal taobh thiar mar saddening is na liricí. Níos mó tar éis an Léim An Orangemen Uladh (Phost mé an chéad seo ar 10 Márta, 2007 ag Techography.com sé curtha reprinted anseo do na glúine agus do taitneamh a bhaint) Is iad na Orangemen ar amalgam peculiar de stair, fearg, chonspóid, tírghrá, agus pian. A bunaíodh sa Chontae chéanna a heralds mo theaghlach féin ó ... Bhí sé Ard Mhacha . Tá sé aon iontas go shocraigh muid i ELLIJAY ansin, an Caipitil Apple tSeoirsia . Is é an tOrd Oráisteach eagraíocht fraternal Protastúnach bunaithe den chuid is mó i dTuaisceart Éireann agus in Albain le thaisceadh ar fud an gComhlathas, i gCeanada agus sna Stáit Aontaithe. An Fola Cú Chulainn Tá sé seo ar cheann ceann go cothrom nua, mar a bhí sé díreach scríofa i 2010 . Mar is amhlaidh le ár scéalta Márta eile cheap muid gur mhaith linn a roinnt arís! - BS 2013 Suas chun dáta: Video ceartaithe Tá stair na hÉireann níos mó ná focail ar pháipéar. Cosúil le go leor sibhialtachtaí am atá caite claonadh a bhíonn againn a chur ar ár scéalta, ár n-mythos i do amhrán. Gur chuala a lán amhráin na hÉireann agus fuair siad aon sraith de frithghníomhartha ó sainiúil, go álainn, a addictive. Ní Is Ceol iontu ach modh cur in iúl don Ghaeilge. Tá sé ar bhealach de reliving ar ár am atá caite, agus tá sé dócha gur ceann de na mediums beag nach bhfuil fuil curtha scáth i measc dúinn féin. An mac an Lugh dia agus Deichtine, Cú Chulainn a bhí ainmnithe ar dtús Setanta. Fuarthas sé a ainm níos fearr-aithne, Chú Chulainn, mar leanbh tar éis mharaigh sé fíochmhar garda madra-Chulainn i féin-chosaint, agus thairg a chur ina áit go dtí go bhféadfaí athsholáthair a tógadh. Is é seo an scéal a chuir oft dom mar gasúr óg Níos mó ar Chú Chulainn tar éis an léim An Protestor, nó an Blackbird? Bhainistiú a fháil ar mo lámha ar fós scéal eile dea-SR-71 an tseachtain seo. Bain sult as! Cloch na Blarnan: An Cloch na Blarnan (Scríobh mé an chéad seo Márta 2011 Tá mé reposted sé an mhí seo le haghaidh ár gceiliúradh Oidhreachta na hÉireann Bain sult as -..! Tá sé ráite go bhfuil muid an Ghaeilge bheannaigh leis an "bronntanas na Blarnan" nó bronntanas cainte. Agus sin an fáth a dhéanamh linn áiritheoir scéal iontach den sórt sin, scríbhneoirí, údair, filí agus actresses. Cáil do WIT agus humor den sórt sin mar go bhfuil a tháinig ó leithéidí Oscar Wilde, William Butler Yeats agus daoine eile. Gcás go bhfuil muid an Ghaeilge, focail agus teanga sin an-tábhachtach ... Mo sheanathair inis uair dom go má tá pictiúr fiú 1,000 focal ansin a thógann sé 1,000 focal a pictiúr a phéinteáil. Ach ní dhéanann an bronntanas na hÉireann de WIT teacht amach as an aer tanaí, mar sin de na finscéalta a rá, ach ó cloch soladach! An luas íseal infamous eitilt trí de SR-71 An chuid is mó folks a fhios maith liom scéalta Cogadh Fuar anseo ar an bhlag. Tá mé scríofa go leor cúpla agus tá siad frankly dócha go bhfuil an píosaí is mó tóir ar an láithreán. Tá mé scríofa cúpla mar gheall ar an SR-71. I ndáiríre, tá scríofa in áit focal láidir. Tá mé athfhoilsiú scéalta, atá scríofa nó inis ag na fir iarbhír a eitil ar na meaisíní ridiculously cumhachtacha. Scamallach mar a fheiceáil mé iad snámh i cyberspace ach riamh a aimsiú bailiúchán amháin go maith acu. Mar sin taitneamh a bhaint as mé a dhéanamh air. Taitneamh a bhaint as mé iad, mar tá mé ar nós leanbh gean do na ollphéist miotail dubh go teorainneacha ar obsession. Bhí mo chéad shamhail ar Blackbird mar shampla. Mar sin, nuair a tháinig mé trasna seo scéal faoin SR-71, ní raibh mé in ann cabhrú ach é a chur leis an mbailiúchán atá ag fás go mall anseo. Bain sult as. Lá Naomh Pádraig: Eolas Naomh Pádraig agus a Lá D'fhoilsigh mé an chéad seo ag Techography ar 17 Márta, 2007. Reposted mé anseo i 2010 do na glúine agus do phléisiúr léamh! Shamhlú agam go mbeidh sé a bheith ina bliantúil rud BS- Mé, Pádraig, peacach, a thíre is simplí, ar an laghad de na dílis agus is contemptible go leor, bhí do athair an Deacon Calpurnius, mac an déanach Potitus, sagart, de chuid na socraíochta [vicus] de Bannavem Taburniae; bhí sé ina Villa beag in aice láimhe nuair a tógadh mé chuing. Bhí mé ag an am sin faoi sé bliana déag d'aois. Ní raibh, go deimhin, tá a fhios agam an Dia fíor; agus tógadh mé i mbraighdeanas in Éirinn leis na mílte daoine, de réir ár fásaigh, do go leor tharraingt ar shiúl ó Dhia, ní raibh muid a choinneáil ar a chuid precepts, ná níor obedient chuirimid ar fáil dár sagairt a úsáidtear chun cur i gcuimhne dúinn ár slánú. Agus thug an Tiarna síos ar orainn an Fury ar a bhail agus scaipthe i measc dúinn náisiúin go leor, fiú do na foircinn an domhain, i gcás mé, i mo smallness, tá anois le fáil i measc eachtrannaigh. Naomh Pádraig, An Confessio An duine a bhí le bheith Naomh Pádraig, an pátrún na hÉireann a rugadh, sa Bhreatain Bheag faoi AD 385. Bhí a ainm a thugtar ar Maewyn Succat, agus sé nach raibh beagnach an post easpuig hÉireann a fháil toisc go raibh sé an scoláireacht is gá. I bhfad ó bheith ina naomh, go dtí go raibh sé 16, mheas sé é féin ina págánacha. Ag an aois sin, bhí sé a dhíoltar i sclábhaíocht ag grúpa de Marauders Éireannacha a raided a sráidbhaile. Le linn a mbraighdeanas, bhí sé níos cóngaraí do Dhia. Danny Boy (nó Doire Aeir) Scríobh mé ar dtús sin i 2010 anseo . Cé iarracht mé gan aon rud a chur le mo post bunaidh nuair mé ath-bpost iad is féidir liom iarracht a litriú, poncaíocht, srl a cheartú Tá mé chomh maith le droch-nós a chur leis pictiúir nua ar ócáid. Seachas sin ba chóir duit teacht ar beag, chun aon difríochtaí idir an t-ábhar reposted, agus an bunaidh. - BloodSpiteTá Danny Boy ar cheann de níos mó ná 100 amhráin a chum chun an tune céanna. Ba é an t-údar a dlíodóir Béarla, Frederic Edward Weatherly (1848-1929), a bhí ina cumadóir agus siamsóir raidió. Sa bhliain 1910 scríobh sé na focail agus ceol le haghaidh amhrán nár éirigh leo d'iarr sé Danny Boy. Sa bhliain 1912 a dheirfiúr-i-dlí i Meiriceá cuireadh dó fonn ar a dtugtar an Aeir Dhoire, a raibh aige riamh chuala sé roimh. Thug sé láithreach go raibh an tséis breá feistithe lena Danny Boy lyrics, agus d'fhoilsigh leagan athbhreithnithe den amhrán i 1913. Chomh fada is a fhios agam riamh, a leagtar Weatherly chos in Éirinn. Léigh an chuid eile den iontráil seo » Domhnach na Fola: An leithscéal beagnach 40 bliain i ndéanamh Scríobh mé seo i Meitheamh na bliana 2010 , ní fada tar éis an leithscéal a foilsíodh ón mBreatain. Bhí sé am deacair sna laethanta sin, agus na himeachtaí agus le láimhseáil na n-imeachtaí a bheith déanta ach an chasm níos leithne thar na blianta. Seo leithscéal, I mo thuairimse, bhí an chéad chéim maith sa treo ceart don dá thír chun teacht ar leamhsháinn síochánta. Bhí sé, áfach, roinnt blianta déanach sa romhainn. - BS Buidéil bhriste faoi chosa leanaí Comhlachtaí strewn ar fud na sráideanna deireadh marbh Ach ní bheidh mé heed an glaoch cath Cuireann sé ar mo ar ais ar bun, cuireann mo ar ais ar bun i gcoinne an bhalla Dé Domhnaigh, Domhnach na Fola U2, Domhnach na Fola An ceantar Bhogaigh i nDoire, i dTuaisceart Éireann. Ar thaobh amháin níos mó ná 15,000 lucht agóide cearta sibhialta i gcoinne riail na Breataine. Ar an taobh eile, Alt na Breataine, an uachtar an Arm na Breataine. Sa an toradh os cionn 27 duine lámhaigh, agus 14 marbh. Ba í seo an t-am na dTrioblóidí in Éirinn. Tá sé oiriúnach Binse a bhunú chun fiosrú a dhéanamh faoi ní cinnte tábhacht phoiblí atá práinneach, is iad sin na himeachtaí ar an Domhnach 30 Eanáir, 1972 a ba chúis le caillteanas den saol i dtaca leis an procession i nDoire ar an lá sin, ag cur san áireamh aon eolas nua maidir le himeachtaí ar an lá sin " Rún de Theach na dTeachtaí, 30 Eanáir 1998, agus ar Theach na dTiarnaí, 2 Feabhra, 1998 Tá an saol athraithe ó na laethanta sin. Ná ní ghlacfaidh an leithscéal go héadrom mo chomhghleacaithe . Lig dúinn nach ar ais chuig na laethanta sin de Bhéal Feirste agus yon. Ní bheidh aon ghá foréigean ar an lá seo. Is é an pointe a rinneadh. Tá siad ligean isteach a n-errs. É a úsáid chun do buntáiste agus a bhrú, go polaitiúil, diplomatically le haghaidh an tsaoirse tú throid. Ach má tá foghlamtha againn rud amháin sna blianta atá caite, tá riamh go washes ar shiúl bloodshed doirteadh fola. Bí níos fearr ná sin. Bí Gaeilge. A ómós do na híospartaigh: Na Longa Coffin (Scríobh mé an chéad seo Márta 2011 Tá mé reposted sé an mhí seo le haghaidh ár gceiliúradh Oidhreachta na hÉireann Bain sult as -..! Is Longa Cónra cuid sách brónach de stair na hÉireann. Tionscnaimh le linn na Ghorta Mhóir na hÉireann , agus ar ndóigh an long phríosúin go dtí Botany Bay . An chéad soitheach le chiontaíonn na hÉireann do Botany Bay tháinig i Port Jackson ar 26 Meán Fómhair 1791. Bhí ar a dtugtar siad "longa cónra," toisc go raibh an oiread sin anamacha bochta ag fáil bháis orthu mar de déanach, ag fágáil taobh thiar de baintreacha agus dílleachtaí agus teaghlaigh briste. Soithí ghnáth untrustworthy, ceannaíodh na longa literally ó slat tarrthálais (i gcás ina ag fanacht leo díchóimeála) ag úinéirí neamhscrupallacha a raibh aon intinn iad a dheisiú. Mairnéalach a d'aontaigh a sheirbheáil ar an mbord na raiceanna snámh a fhios de ghnáth aon rud ar na contúirtí go dtí go raibh siad go maith amach ar an bhfarraige, Srathairí, agus iad siúd éadóchasach chun oibre (a bhí a lán) deonach go tapa. Lena mbaineann ach amháin le brabúis, overburdened na húinéirí loinge céanna mór na longa árachaithe ansin iad i gcoinne caillteanas ionchais lasta. Bhí siad go leor literally fiú níos mó ag bun na farraige ná ar sé. An Gorta Mór, nó an Gorta Mór na hÉireann (Scríobh mé an chéad seo Márta 2012 Gach bliain iarracht mé a chur scéal nua amháin ar a laghad go dtí mo phoist Ceiliúradh Stair na hÉireann Tá mé reposted sé an mhí seo le haghaidh ár gceiliúradh Oidhreachta na hÉireann Bain sult as -...! An Gorta Thosaigh go leor mysteriously i Meán Fómhair 1845 mar duilleoga ar phlandaí prátaí go tobann iompú dubh agus cuachta, ansin lofa, is cosúil gcruthaíonn sé mar thoradh ar ceo a bhí wafted go ar fud na réimsí na hÉireann. Dúradh liom go raibh an chúis iarbhír fungas aerbheirthe iompar i dtosach i seilbh na longa ag taisteal ó Mheiriceá Thuaidh go Sasana. Is díol scéal ansin má mheasann tú cé mhéad theaghlaigh na hÉireann i ndiaidh a theith go Meiriceá Thuaidh mar gheall air. Lig rá le duine ar bith againn an Ghaeilge nach raibh tuiscint ar ghreann i annuals de stair. Sa Aon chás, ab ea an Gorta Mór ar feadh tréimhse de starvation mais, galar agus eisimirce idir 1845 agus 1852. Lasmuigh d'Éirinn tá sé ar a dtugtar níos coitianta an Potatoe Ghorta na hÉireann. Laistigh d'Éirinn, agus i measc mo theaghlach féin a bhí sé dá dtagraítear mar Mór Gorta nó ocras mór. Lex: Deireadh líne Scríobh mé seo i mí an Mhárta 2012 nuair a bhí sé socruithe go críochnaitheach i mo inchinn ar dháta rite an neptunus Lex. Deartháir i Armas, Brothers i Dúigh, Milblogger, agus fear ba mhaith liom buíochas a mheas cara. I mo thuairimse, ní mór é a reposted mar chuid an am sin den bhliain arís. Tá sé de dhualgas hÉireann naofa a sheoladh os a chionn, gach cúpla bliain, drámadóir a shábháil ar an amharclann Béarla ó glumness inarticulate. Kenneth Tynan, Breathnadóireachta, 27 Bealtaine, 1956 Ní raibh muid dó a sheoladh chuig Sasana. Ach i ndáiríre, le haghaidh Éireannach nach bhfuil i ndáiríre i bhfad difríocht idir bás agus Éire. Maidir liom féin, ní raibh sé i ndáiríre go dtí go raibh an cliceáil morning.I ar eval le mo fhostóir reatha, shuigh mé os comhair mo ríomhaire glúine ag 04:00 ar maidin le mo caife, agus ar impulse a chliceáil nasc bhlag Lex ar ó mo leabharmharcanna. Mo nerves akimbo. Theastaigh mé roinnt síochána. Thar na blianta tá na daoine mé ar a dtugtar trí láithreáin ghréasáin waxed agus waned. Nuair a thosaigh mé ag scríobh ar líne ar ais i 1995 den chéad uair, bhí láithreán amháin eile a thug mé cuairt le rialtacht. Sa bhliain 2000, bhí ocht ann. Sa bhliain 2002 beirt is fiche. Sa bhliain 2007 beagnach 52. Anois? 17 ... agus na ndaoine go hiomlán leath naisc neamhghníomhach. A teist ar mo ghrá d'obair Lex gur choinnigh mé ar mo liosta marc leabhar. Na daoine eile a thaitin liom agus a choinneáil mé ag súil go mbeidh siad cothrom le dáta. Bhí mé drogall a bhaint as na cinn neamhghníomhach ó mo leabharmharcanna ar an gcúis seo. Mar a chliceáil mé a nasc, agus an leathanach luchtaithe an caife te iompú fionnuar i gcoinne mo bheola mar a bhí mé i gcuimhne le cogar ... tá sé imithe. Ní bheidh a chuid focal cairde dúinn ar bith níos faide, ach amháin le haghaidh oibreacha i lá ag imithe. A chuid smaointe laethanta roimhe sin d'fhág a haunt dúinn i láthair . Leag mé mo chupán síos agus wondered. Seo shots Léim digiteach i ár saol. Cá gcuirfear iad? Cad a tharlóidh dóibh. I gcás go leor, nuair a thagann na costais atá dlite beidh ár dteaghlaigh stoptar síos iad, mhúchadh na soilse, agus beidh ár focail vanish i go dtí an éitear ag pointe éigin. Ár focail ar chlé neamhléite siúd sa todhchaí d'fhéadfadh a bhfuil iad a léamh. Tá sé buntáiste amháin go bhfuil ár se a bhráithre meáin chlóite agus níos mó ná dúinn. Is iad ár cartlanna ach thart ar chomh fada agus is mian leis duine éigin a íoc as dó. Níl aon leabharlann acu a fháil ar ár síntiúis, ní scríobhaithe staire acu sainmharc ár gcuid oibre agus focail. Tá sé suas le linn chun bealaí chun cúltaca na hoibreacha seo, iad a shábháil, agus iad a dháileadh ar shlí éigin do dhaoine eile a shealbhú daor a aimsiú. Ní féidir ár leanaí teacht d'aois a fhios agam ár n-oibreacha, nó céard a spreag linn gan na línte an-cineál mé. Conas a cheap muid agus na daoine á lorg againn a bheith, sa deireadh a léirítear anseo, i dubh agus bán agus a sheoladh chuig tú i sainmhíniú Hi ar 1,024 × 768 picteilín trí phíopa OC48 ó chósta amháin go ceann eile. Lex é imithe. Is é sin i bhfad deiridh. D'fhéadfadh sé focail lá amháin duillín i do doiléire. Cosúil le mo bhlag cara eile triteacáil duine a chaill muid i 2007, nó Acidman duine a chaill muid i 2006, seasamh ar a láithreáin ghréasáin teist a n-sentiments, iad féin, agus a luachanna. Séadchomharthaí Digiteach. Ach lá amháin is féidir iad siúd séadchomharthaí digiteach agus beidh theipeann. Cuideachtaí a fháil a dhíoltar, freastalaithe tuairteála, daoine bogadh ar aghaidh, a bheith costais exorbitant. Maidir liom féin bhuaic de beagnach dhá scór bliain na scríbhneoireachta mbaineann ar dhá láithreáin ghréasáin ... Trasnaíonn an smaoinimh mo aigne ... cad a tharlóidh más rud é? Tá mé aon pháirtí bhlag go rialta le heochracha. Bhfuil aon leas i na rudaí seo, agus aon ús i voicing a cuid idéalacha féin mo bhean chéile. Beidh sé a bheith simplí cosúil le mo caife, fuar, agus lá amháin a vanish i go dtí an éitear leictreonach. B'fhéidir go bhfuil mé gruama toisc go bhfuil solas beag d'fhág an saol seo. Toisc amháin a lean, le daoine eile a thit ar an mbealach taobh, a sholáthar dúinn le thomhas, dáileoga réasúnach a bhaint as focail, eagna agus obair. Cé a roinntear le linn a lá go lá thaithí, struggles agus an saol. B'fhéidir go bhfuil mé gruama mar gheall ar conas a lán againn, sa mhéid is go iar-ghairm, bhí sin misses caol? Glacfar amharc gairid i ár dtodhchaí? go mothú go raibh gach raibh a fhios againn agus bhí ar tí é a athrú i ásc amháin .... agus nuair a bhí sé anuas go pointe roghnaigh sé chun dul ar ais dó, toilteanach, agus a fhios na costais atá i gceist? Ach a bheith sciob ag an gcéad agus is féidir cosa ach ní bhíonn ach go deireanach ó sábháilteachta? Dealraíonn sé dothuigthe i ndáiríre. Ach nach bhfuil an carachtar, nathanna cainte cúram faoi prós, WIT, nó tallainne agus ag pointe áirithe nuair a thugann sí dúinn chun rabhadh a thabhairt dúinn ar an Bás, beidh an t-am a ullmhú a bheith os cionn. Is fearr liom gan smaoineamh go raibh na innill cnáimhseáil deiridh an caoin na carachtar, nathanna cainte do Lex, cé gur fheistiú fhéadfadh sé a bheith. Nuair a tháinig an Bás ag glaoch, roghnaigh mé chun smaoineamh go bhfuil duine éigin, suas ann .... theastaigh ach faisnéisithe maith ar an gcaoi a bhfuil an saol síos anseo ar na laethanta. Agus a choinneáil suimiúil roghnaíodh sé an scríbhneoir is fearr a bhí againn. Ar éilliú Dé dul ar Tadhg Taidhgín raibh Suaimhneas ar síochána Tá na hOrduithe a chur i ngorta: An Giniúint is mó? (Nóta don Eagarthóir:. Fhoilsigh mé an chéad seo, ag tús 2012 Do Márta, shíl mé go raibh sé ina scéal maith a thabhairt ar ais ar bun agus a athfhoilsiú Bain sult as.!) Beidh an Ghaeilge agus na Breataine a bheith i gcónaí ar shaincheisteanna mar gheall ar na Breataine riamh cuimhnigh, agus an Ghaeilge riamh dearmad. Tá sé ina saincheist cnaipe te in Éirinn. Ag an am, agus anois go feadh méid, braithim go leor go bhfuil an níos mó ná 5,000 Éireannach a d'fhág Éire chun troid i gcoinne an Ghearmáin Naitsíoch a bhí sa Dara Cogadh Domhanda agus tá coirpigh, nó tréigtheoirí. D'fhág siad an Arm na hÉireann, ag fágáil Éireann, nach raibh neodrach, chun troid chun stop a chur ar Naitsíoch sa Dara Cogadh Domhanda. Sa lá atá inniu, tá an deis ann is féidir iad a pardún . Na hOrduithe Starvation bhí na horduithe a blacklist siúd 5,000 trúpaí ar a n-ais. Ní fhéadfadh siad a fháil post, leas, pinsin nó aon chúnamh a amhlaidh riamh, rinne cuid acu dul ar sé. Daoine eile a d'fhág an tír fós arís. Cad atá níos mó na horduithe a leathnú níos faide ná díreach na daoine aonair, ach ar a gclanna chomh maith. Tá sé conas a chríochnaigh mo theaghlach féin suas i Meiriceá. Cúig mhíle saighdiúirí Éireannacha a bhabhtáil éide le troid ar son na Breataine i gcoinne Hitler chuaigh sé ar a bliain na géarleanúna ag fulaingt. Bhí siad a dhíbhe go foirmiúil ó Arm na hÉireann, stripped de na cearta pá agus pinsin, agus go gcuirfear cosc aimsiú na hoibre ag á cosc ar feadh seacht mbliana ó aon fhostaíocht íoctha ag an stáit nó rialtais cistí. Ghlac Ceann acu, 92-bliain d'aois Phil Farrington, páirt i dtír D-Lá agus chabhraigh shaorann an campa báis na Gearmáine ag Bergen-Belsen - ach caitheann sé a chuid boinn i rún. Fiú go dtí an lá, tá sé nightmares go mbeidh sé a ghabháil leis na húdaráis agus i bpríosún as a sheirbhís le linn cogaidh. "Bheadh siad ag teacht agus a fháil dom, tá siad a bheadh," a dúirt sé i nguth lag ina bhaile i gceantar duganna Bhaile Átha Cliath. Agus a gharmhac 25-bliain d'aois, Pádraig, dheimhnigh: "Feicim an eagla i dó, fiú sa lá atá inniu, fiú tar éis 65 bliain." An tUasal Farrington ar nach bhfuil eagla gan bhonn. An toradh bliantúil a ol in Éirinn Is é an blag glas arís. Is é an ceanglófar athrú mar a bheidh sé é sin a dhéanamh gach seachtain mhí seo le haghaidh rud éigin go dóigh liom go bhfuil deisbhéalach, infheidhme nó siamsaíocht. D'fhéadfadh do mileage athrú ar ndóigh. A comhrá le déanaí i gcuimhne dom an mbaol a bhaineann le déanamh mo chuid oibre gach bliain stairiúil ar Éirinn. Tá muid an Ghaeilge romantics, táimid ag romanticize fiú ár réabhlóidí, agus is féidir é a bheith éasca smacht a thagann faoi an idé-eolaíocht tríd an teanga airgead. Rá liom muid, ach ag croílár an cheist atá agam cad a dtugtar de ghnáth mar Paddy Plaisteacha, a rugadh i Meiriceá agus ghlac ceachtar. Mar sin, tá sé. Mo sheanathair tacaíocht neamhspleáchas, ach nach bhfuil an modh ar a raibh iarracht é nó bainte amach. Sin fál tromchúiseach a straddle, go háirithe i bpolaitíocht na hÉireann. I mo thuairimse, mar gheall air tá mé ar an gcéanna. Ba iad na modhanna brutal, gránna, Uafásach agus beagán níos mó ná sceimhlitheoireacht. Is féidir leis an bonn atá leis an ngníomh a thuiscint, fiú meas, ach nach bhfuil an dhálaí foircneacha a tógadh é. Ag riamh sa phost sin féin, a aimsiú mé sé deacair dom chun breithiúnas a thabhairt ar aon láidre ná sin. Ní raibh aon taobh ceart sa choimhlint agus Trioblóidí. An dá thaobh raibh mícheart, thug mícheart, agus escalated mícheart. Ní raibh aon taobh i an ceart, agus bhí sé ar fad péinteáilte i shades de liath. Is iad na tinte scoirfidh tábhachtach. Toisc ach amháin ag stepping ar shiúl ó na coimhlinte is féidir linn a fheiceáil cé chomh fada síos an cosán a théann muid i chailliúint ar ár ndaonnacht, cumas, agus imní daonna bunúsacha le haghaidh ár fear eile. Má fhanann amháin sa foirnéise ró-fhada go léir a fheiceann siad tine, agus riachtanais gach rud a sruthán. Tá súil agam seo mar mhíniú mé beagán eased aigne mo chairde 'i dtaca le mo phost féin, casta cé go bhféadfadh sé cosúil. Féadfaidh na hoibreacha mé scríofa atá míleata i nádúr agus a bhailítear cosúil go uaireanta chun tacú le taobh amháin, nó an duine eile, ach a nach bhfuil an cás. Ina ionad sin tá mé ag iarraidh dearcadh, deis chun féachaint ar feadh nóiméad trí shúil eile chomh maith agus is féidir liom a thabhairt. A glimpse taobh thiar de na cuirtíní más maith leat. Is é an rún a mhíniú do mo Meiriceánaigh eile nach bhfuil muid mar inslithe is dóigh linn go bhfuil muid ó sceimhlitheoireacht, agus gach a thógann sé gníomh amháin, tuí amháin don camel go bhféadfadh muid a sá i do cúinne den chineál céanna. Ag an bpointe ach ag déanamh staidéir ar stair ar nós na hÉireann féidir linn teacht ar bhealaí síochánta amach as an chúinne, gan dul isteach ar an foirnéise dúinn féin.