My favorite story about indentured servitude and the Family attempting to keep said 'white' slaves down is when the Irish were working on the Erie Canal.
They had done a remarkable amount of work and the Yahoody management said that they were not going to pay them. Servants/slaves/worker status notwithstanding, the Men of Ire went directly to the sheds where the Dye No Might that they were using to open up the canal was stored and went to management with the ultimatum:
I'm 35% Irish and lived there from 2015-2018. It's true they laugh at everything and they drink a lot! Even the poorest Irish go to pubs regularly to drink and laugh. Loved living there.
If you eat a poison mushroom what follows is called in the medicull world: Mushroom intoxication.
Iddn't that interesting, now, Lassie?
What do they call it then when you've had a wee to much o' the coffee with high octane booster in it?
Alcohol intoxication.
How, then, me Laddos and Lassies is the Spirits brewed?
Aye! with yeast now isn't it? A dimorphic fungus if ye hear tell by Paddy who hails from the Grain Ghetto near County Cook.
Dat would be the Single Golden Thread that leads ye back to the britches of the Leprechaun that is guarding the now empty Pot O' since he fell asleep drunk in the whiskey brewed from the fungus that intoxicated him.
But Rye is rife with Egot, now, isn't it?
And Ergot ken make ye hallucinate and be all sorts of mean - won' tit?
So we've got a toxin from a fungus inside a brew made wit a fungus dat puts off a toxin (alcohol) that intoxicates the imbiber.
So, the Irish need not be drunk. They need not be mean. There's probably nothing that can be done about their red noses, but everything in Continuum is knowable and controllable.
Now where did I put that sack of gold that I got whilst the Little People were sleepin' ?
The most "offensive" term I've heard for the Irish is a variation on the word that willy lynch was fond of. Often prefixed by potato or bog...
My favorite story about indentured servitude and the Family attempting to keep said 'white' slaves down is when the Irish were working on the Erie Canal.
They had done a remarkable amount of work and the Yahoody management said that they were not going to pay them. Servants/slaves/worker status notwithstanding, the Men of Ire went directly to the sheds where the Dye No Might that they were using to open up the canal was stored and went to management with the ultimatum:
We made this canal.
We can unmake this canal. Give us our money.
.
They got their money.
.
You're only a slave if you act like one.
There does seem to be an abundance of McSpooks in the unintelligent outdustries....
I'm 35% Irish and lived there from 2015-2018. It's true they laugh at everything and they drink a lot! Even the poorest Irish go to pubs regularly to drink and laugh. Loved living there.
Aye, Lassie!
I'm glad ye had a good time in the land of Ire.
Named after the very St. Patrick Himself, I am.
Hear tell that he chased all of the snakes out of Ireland.
"But" some say, "There were never any snakes in Ireland!"
"Did a good job then didn't he?"
We Irish rock! A lot of Irish drunks too!
... and great music too!
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Side note in Continuum.
If you eat a poison mushroom what follows is called in the medicull world: Mushroom intoxication.
Iddn't that interesting, now, Lassie?
What do they call it then when you've had a wee to much o' the coffee with high octane booster in it?
Alcohol intoxication.
How, then, me Laddos and Lassies is the Spirits brewed?
Aye! with yeast now isn't it? A dimorphic fungus if ye hear tell by Paddy who hails from the Grain Ghetto near County Cook.
Dat would be the Single Golden Thread that leads ye back to the britches of the Leprechaun that is guarding the now empty Pot O' since he fell asleep drunk in the whiskey brewed from the fungus that intoxicated him.
But Rye is rife with Egot, now, isn't it?
And Ergot ken make ye hallucinate and be all sorts of mean - won' tit?
So we've got a toxin from a fungus inside a brew made wit a fungus dat puts off a toxin (alcohol) that intoxicates the imbiber.
So, the Irish need not be drunk. They need not be mean. There's probably nothing that can be done about their red noses, but everything in Continuum is knowable and controllable.
Now where did I put that sack of gold that I got whilst the Little People were sleepin' ?