These are the days of our potentially very contented contentment.
The decease of Dr Rev Ian Paisley has for one reopened the dialogue of the legacy associated with the Ahlst'r Seez NO campaign and all that fluffery kerpuffery up there beyant in the state of Northern Ireland, or 'the North' as Sinn Féin would say in an ambiguous way which allows them to still not recognise the existence of the state that they help operate. O the crafty hoors, sure look at them go.
Also, fucking Scotland! The referendum was hilarious in all its simplicities and intricacies. The contempt for the London politicians is wonderful. It's all asking to be parodied. It's gaggin' for it. They won't be pushing ahead with new devolution until after the next general election for one simple reason: to let people with little else to do to poke fun and blog to kingdom come about how ridiculous the whole thing was. Let us seize the day. Let us remember that one role that Robin Williams did that made us all want to cry into our gins and tonic.
Devo-Max. What an absolute fuck. However, President-for-Life-and-into-the-Eternal-Life-with-the-Lord-Jesus-of-the-Irish-Constitution, Saint diV would have loved a bit o' devo-max.
Hih hih, ayhh would hiv loved a bit of miximum 'diV'-looshun.
Some blend of the pseudo-history of Ireland and the Irish in Scotland (Scotti) could be blended up with the recent referendum. The Scottish facing the question of independence from Ireland, with deValera facing off against Paisley.
Dahs Yoohn-Y'n betwixt ahhr neeshuns shall be no more! Ahllst'r seez YES with ahr brethren in Scotland! Harr harr.
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