Ireland! Where the craic was mighty!
Oh my Gawd! When it rains it really pours, as we say here at Rainy Day. And it's lashing on our beloved Emerald Isle right now. See the slogan on the hoodie worn by David Williams, one of the four men arrested last night over alleged plots to attack synagogues and planes in and near New York? It says "Ireland the Craic was Mighty". WTF!
Instant lexis: the Irish word craic means "fun, enjoyment, abandonment, or light-hearted mischief, often in the context of drinking or music". Doubt if the mischief these four recent converts to the "religion of peace" had in mind, though, was light-hearted or that they had been knocking back the bottles of Powers "holy water" before the FBI nabbed them.
After its seven years of Celtic Tiger exuberance, it now seems that Ireland is undergoing a modern version of "The Plagues of Egypt", those ten calamities imposed by God (Exodus, chapters 7 — 12), to convince the Pharaoh to set the Israelites free. What must the Irish do to get the Angel of Death to pass over, as it were? When I'm in Ireland next week I hope that the third plague, "Gnats" will not strike. Hate lice and fleas. Swine flu I can imagine coping with, but not gnats. No gnats, please!
