Mikey are you saying the sins of the father are passed on to the son? If so are we taking into account the length of time thet has passed. That's a lot of generations that have passed to carry on the tradition.
well, as far as sins bein passed on they are in my family and that's a fact. well documented i might add,,,,,,
just stirrin up the pot a bit and tryin to keep Margo on her toes is all,,,,,
as usual.
Anyone here ever seen a real, live Leprechaun?
I mean it... Every once in a while I meet someone who swears up and down they saw an elf, a sprite, or some little 8-inch high person run off underneath the bushes.
The first thing they say is "I'm absolutely not the type of person to see things, but ..." or they say "You're gonna think I'm totally crazy, but ...". Once they realize I'm simply curious, we talk about it, theorize about different possible explanations, but in the end conclude they saw something and that's that.
It's the event itself that is really interesting. Judging people, or judging the reality of what they saw, is completely besides the point. The situation of the event, it's unfolding, character and meaning are far more curious and interesting than making judgements about it.
So how about it? Any curious observations out there?
Bobsmyth is applying an old and incorrect stereotype about the "fatal shore." Stealing a horse would likely have gotten you hung; stealing a ha'penny handkerchief was also a hanging offense, but was usually commuted to incarceration in the hulks, and often this was followed by transportation. This occurred to Irish, English, Scots and Welsh, as the poor and the working class were ground down under laws which were written by propertied men to protect property--more than 150 hanging offenses in 1788. But more than that, many, if not most, of the Irish were from among the "Boys of '98," Wolfe Tone's United Irish (although it was usually the catholics who got transported, not the protestants), just as many of the English sent to Oz were, or were alleged to be, Chartists and Luddites. For all that many "common criminals" were sent out there, political activists headed the list of undesirables disposed of in this manner. And if, in that philosophy, the sins of the fathers are to be visited upon the sons, than we'll have a lot of that here, as well. The penal colony was established because the successful American Revolution prevented the English from sending their convicts to Virginia and Maryland and other former colonies, as had been done in the past. In fact, Oglethorpe established Georgia as a penal colony.
Now - let me set the record straight! I ain't never stolen an 'orse!
A cuppla small ponies, a tiara, several linen hankies, loaves of bread, some hearts, and a few bitz'n'pieces - but never an 'orse! An I doan think me dad did either - there weren't no 'orses in the stuff the warder gave me after they shoot 'im!
bobsmyth - tha noive!
No question about it--noive I got.
I may regret this but-
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Nice going, McTag. You killed it.
Why does that always happen to me?
Boo-hoo.
Now then, buck up, boyo . . .
I was just feignin' death in the hope that someone would be inspired to start a wake . . . lovely idea that, but it's grossly unfair that you have to die before the party . . .
...failing irishness myself, i'm hoping that somebody down in new orleans will see fit to organize a jazz funeral when i go. hmmm. maybe i need some help in understanding cajuns...
Setanta wants a party? hmmmm, my birthday is comin' up. I'm available to be feted and fested about. :wink:
Here ya go (not responsible for accuracy of content):
Jumbalaya and de crawfish fine
In de Gumbo
For tonight i'm agonna see my machazamio
Old guitar, filled fruit jar, me-o-my-o
Son of a gun, we're gonna have big fun
On de Bay-oh . . .
ma chère amie--my dear friend, but, in context, my dear beloved . . . there is no distinction in French between friend and beloved--just the word ami(e), which derives from aimer, to like or to love, depending upon context . . .
Fruit jar most definitely does refer to the real old mountain dew . . .
Pirogue is also a Louisana side dish of hollowed out vegetables such as mirliton and zucchini, filled with a variety of stuffings, named after the boat.
Can you never cease to amaze me. Before your head gets too big remember I'm easily amazed.
Baby i'm amazed at the way you love me all the time
Baby i'm amazed at the way i really need you . . .
