Either the Irish people are just horrid monsters or there is something a whole lot more that is going on here than is being reported.
ping for follow-up to previous article.
How about some facts of the assault, or maybe an indication of what this guys sentence was.
I couldn't get to the link, so if there was any info there, I missed it. What did I miss?
Oh, boy . . . that's a tough one. Let me see . . . an entire ethnic group consists of horrid monsters, or we don't have the whole story. I can't decide. /s
Check out the movie ‘Straw Dogs’ for further insight in to rural English & Irish ways.
Ask the (disarmed) Irish Republican Army if the Irish people are just horrid monsters or there is something a whole lot more that is going on here than is being reported? The Irish are at least as good as the Sicilians at always looking the other way and seeing nothing, ever.
“The IRA’s public apology this week to its ‘non-combatant’ victims brought back terrible memories for thousands of relatives here, in the North and in Britain. How do they feel about the ‘condolences’ for their ‘grief and pain’? KIM BIELENBERG reports
It took a long time coming. But almost a quarter of a century after Eamon Ryan, a civil servant, was gunned down by the IRA in a bank raid in Tramore, his family like hundreds of others across these islands finally received an apology this week.
There was no personal message of remorse, no letter or visit from a shadowy provisional godfather.
But the tone of the public statement from the republican leadership was seen as unprecedented: the families were offered “sincere apologies and condolences”; the “grief and pain” of relatives were finally acknowledged.”
Saturday July 20 2002 http://www.independent.ie/unsorted/features/thirty-years-on-sorry-is-no—longer-the-hardest-word-300281.html
Seems as if this guy go what he deserved. My father grew up in Ireland. He used to say that they’d handle rapists, wife beaters and child molesters themselves without bothering the police. Some guy would beat his wife and her cousins, brothers, and uncles would jump the guy coming out of a pub at night and teach him a lesson. If he did it again, they’d break an arm. A third time and they guy would disappear one night. Everyone would say that he’d run off when in fact he was buried out in the bog....