Speyside wrote:I thought when talking about the English you would be a pog mo thoin type of guy.
Nope, kiss my ass doesn't cover it, it goes deeper for me. I grew up going to beef and beers every weekend to raise money for the poor orphans (the IRA) of Northern Ireland. With the occasional visit by the FBI always wanting to talk to my grandfather (I actually didn't refer to him as grandpop, he was Joe Daly) about this and that. We're not actually sure our last name is really Daly. There are some hints that they all changed their first and last name when they came over, they didn't just drop the O' but changed it completely. My grandfather and his brothers left Ireland and a lot of unanswered questions one step ahead of the English some time in the 40's. By the time I met him I was a young teen, he was an old man marinated in alcohol. All he did was drink, sing in Gaelic and sometimes relive arguments in Gaelic, none of us had a clue what he was saying. But, he was VERY clear when it came to traitors (the Protestants and the rest of Ireland) and the English. Us kids avoided him like the plague and that suited him just fine. But the anger over Northern Ireland was family wide. My Great grandmom and grandmom both came over from the north and seemed to be in a state of RAGE 24/7 about it. As a kid I didn't really know why we hated the English or the Protestants, just vague notions of they stole our country. It was just..... normal. As I got older and read the histories etc. I understood though and to this day I say Michael Collins was a fuck1ng traitor.
So I say again Tiocfaidh ár lá (sounds like Tchucky are la) means Our day will come.