Sammy Mc

Sammy Mc, a long time neighbour of ours. Look at the sanctimonious, holier than thou puss on the hoor, standing in the square all day and night, giving up mere mortals down -his- nose filthies, just because he died for Ireland, and we didnt. I would have died for Mother Ireland, too, if I had to dress like that, and squat in a shack in Rathangan. He didnt like the English, either, (shot a few in his time). What good did that do for tourism, I ask you? He should have turned his shack into a stag party shebeen, and made a few bob, instead of ruining things for the next 200 odd years.
Im in a strange mood.