Your loathing for your own heritage is sickening to me. I was there last spring, and it was fantastic to get some sense of depth, of the road we’ve traveled, where we’ve come from and what we’ve accomplished. History is important, ya damn idiot. I can’t pass judgement on the road project, because it’s a big issue I don’t know the details about, but your attitude is despicable.
This fake, invented "heritage" isn't my heritage.
Pre-Christian Ireland was a barbaric and primitive place about which very little is known - and what is known is extremely disedifying.
All the Irish myths and legends about the pre-Christian past were authored by Irish monks in the 800s-1100s.
All the Irish legendary manuscripts - the Book of the Dun Cow, the Book of Invasions, the Cattle Raid Of Cooley, all the tales of Aengus and Cuchulainn, the Firbolg, the Tuatha De Danaan, etc. were literary inventions of Christians.
I was there last spring, and it was fantastic to get some sense of depth, of the road we’ve traveled, where we’ve come from and what we’ve accomplished. History is important, ya damn idiot.
Wow, you're quite the sophisticate.
In all of Ireland's real history and accomplishments: the preservation of the Roman and Christian classics, the illumination of manuscripts, the evangelization of the North, the successful war against the Vikings, the heroic but failed war against the Normans, the heroic resistance against Cromwell, the courage exhibited in the Penal Times, the diaspora following the Famine, the Irish role as the vanguard of the West and the victorious independence movement - all of this real history was accomplished by Irishmen formed and schooled in the Catholic faith.
I can’t pass judgement on the road project, because it’s a big issue I don’t know the details about, but your attitude is despicable.
The despicable attitude is the attitude of fools like Slavin who ignore the facts of history - that is was Jesus Christ and his disciples who took a savage backwater filled with warring clans and made its inhabitants the light of Europe.
Not illiterate druids wandering around in groves, casting spells in honor of the rough stone phallus that Slavin is caressing.