"I take consolation from the fact that you represent only a very small minority; defeated, demoralised and marginalised, willing to take up a gun, a bomb, to impose your mindless will.

You are as far off the mark as Amos, Timothy, old stick.
If you had have spent your short time here at the Mudcat a little more constructively, and read back over a few of the threads already on this subject, you would know exactly what views I have.

But you're at your patronising best when you say:

"Brendy, you're one of Bill Clinton's "drunks". You've had far too many long, deep and cold political pints in the old Sean South Arms of Romantic Republicaniam. You've had too many lost political weekends, lost weekdays and lost decades. Come in from the cold, your time is up. You have to battle and face down your political and cultural delirium tremens, bathe your red, rheumy, political eyes in the clear waters of the milk white Boyne and stagger out, free at last, into the cold light of day. It may seem impossible but it can be achieved, one hour, one day at at time, you will be a much happier man and Ireland will be a much happier place."

You can Fuck off, Tim. You and all that belongs to you.
Don't ever presume to know what would make me a happier man.

For as sure as you have condemned my family and friends who still live in the North of Ireland to the same fate of terrorism by the Loyalist mobs, you have spat on the graves of people I have loved dearly, who have been killed by them, and their green-uniformed associates.

You are a wanker of the highest order, Tim, and a wind-up merchant without equal; sitting there telling us that you are an Irishman, just like me. Bollocks!

You are a cunt, pal. You would let my family die, you bastard. Is it any wonder there has been war in the six counties with narrow minded assholes like you cunt-assing around the place telling us what we should be doing to solve "The Irish Problem".

It ain't the "Irish Problem", sunshine, and you ain't no Irishman. Not any more.

You're a fucking west-Brit, and if you've nothing better to do with your time here at the Mudcat other than compose badly written dirges about "The Twelve Steps of Recovery from Political Vacuums", go and read a bit of background.

I take it you know how to do that.

B.