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Irish vs Dutch Ancestry.ca: [Split from] The Truth About Army.ca

Kat Stevens

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Pretty incredible amount of personal work done by the mods here. I’m sorry he’s gone despite one thread where it couldn’t move along
I won't. I've been told by staff that my posting "style" is not appreciated here. I can tell you, he is far more confrontational, abrasive, insulting, condescending, and more na-na-na-boo-boo than me on my worst day. I've been to the Penalty Box. He's not immune, he's not Austin Mathews. Hopefully he learns, but hope in one hand and crap in the other and see which one fills up first.
 
I won't. I've been told by staff that my posting "style" is not appreciated here. I can tell you, he is far more confrontational, abrasive, insulting, condescending, and more na-na-na-boo-boo than me on my worst day. I've been to the Penalty Box. He's not immune, he's not Austin Mathews. Hopefully he learns, but hope in one hand and crap in the other and see which one fills up first.
Even Austin got two games.
 
Irish, English, German - which may explain why I fight myself when drinking ;)

I'll watch the news tomorrow... on St Patrick's Day ;)

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To my never ending delight, I love to point out to people that St Fatprick Patrick was English.
Not quite. Despite being born somewhere in Britannia he was by all historical accounts a Roman.


But he was definitely not Irish.
 
Written 1918:
An Irish Airman Foresees His Death
W. B. Yeats – 1865-1939
I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public man, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.
Mark
Ottawa
 
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