With every curse it is said that there comes a blessin, and I see from the news that the financial curse that be on Ireland at the moment is forcin many fine Irish folk to be packin up their belongins and headin for greener pastures. And so what a blessin it will be to have many of me kinfolk comin here to this fine land.
The irony of the thing is that the land of Shamrocks from whence they travel has been in times not long gone by; a hope and a dream for those in poorer places come lookin for their own greener pastures.
The mystery of it is that the ones most bein helped by all those foreign loans are the fat cows who got everyone into trouble in the first place. A strange thing indeed that it is, and an even stranger thing is the wonderin where the money is comin from.
I wonder to meself at times if the whole world is in money woes, how be it that there are some with money to lend others?
'From the rich to the poor' is a thing easily understood and seldom seen, but if all be poor, then who is it with the cash to spare to be helping others?
Even in this fine country we have seen those most to blame for our money troubles bein the ones most receivin of government aid. And what of the common man's situation in all of this? How is he bein helped?
When I be hearin the 'big knobs' blatherin on about puttin the shoulder to the wheel and doin our best to build up the country, I wonder to meself who is it that we be asked to be workin for? Is it not the very same fat cows whose greed put them into debt in the first place? The ones who would steal the sugar out of the punch if they could make a penny by the doin of it.
Sayin 'like money in the bank' which once was sign of security, is now akin to sayin 'Like gamblin with your life'. Those raking in the big bonuses who pay minimum wage to the workers, are the ones themselves responsible for the shortage of every man's wherewithal. And bankrupting the economy well achieved, they are the very ones receivin of government 'largesse', in order to stimulate the economy. What a devil's laugh that is. Sure it is that those in whom we put our trust are no more fitted to the task than fit to mind mice at a crossroads.
Sure it is I be thinkin, that this country needs some new blood. Men whose understandin of havin narry two coins to rub together makes them fit to care for those whose lives be of like kind. Such men be not like those whose honesty is only assured when the gold is out of reach.
It was the Irish it was through the sweat of their brows who helped build up these fine United States of America, and sure it is I be hopin that the new wave of stocky lads will once again help pull this country to its feet.
We can't be restin on our laurels for as the old Irish saying goes: 'No matter how tall your grandfather was, you have to do your own growing.'
May the saddest day of your future be no worse than the happiest day of your past. And may the roof above us never fall in and the friends gathered below it never fall out.
John J. Walsh
Other Articles by Jack Walsh:
Dec 23, 2010 Merry Christmas or Seasons Greetings or whatever
Dec 21, 2010 Gossips can go to hell
Dec 14, 2010 The Problem with Democracy
Dec 9, 2010 Knowin the Secret
Dec 7, 2010 People in Glass Houses
Dec 4, 2010 The Irish be comin
Nov 25, 2010 A Baby for a Baby
Nov 23, 2010 Voting for the Right Candidate
Nov 18, 2010 Mea Maxima Culpa Me Darlin
Jul 24, 2010 It's a Funny World We Live In
Jul 18, 2010 Scandal and Charity
Jul 14, 2010 Isn't Life Funny.
John J. Walsh, a Catholic, is originally from Ireland; went to high school and university in Australia, and later moved to the U.S.A. He lives in the Midwest and is married to an American. He now has a lot of time on his hands and is taking the opportunity to see some of his musings in print. Fearing the hot blooded protestants and not wanting to reach heaven or hell faster than is God's plan, his personal email address and other particulars are not available for publication. You may however Email him at: johnjwalsh_magic @live.com