The Irish Anger

Being angry and Irish is a unique thing. We didn't get known for our anger from nowhere. If anyone ever watches The Black Donnelleys, this is a quote from them on Irish Anger:

"Now the Irish always got a bad rap for being drunk and violent. And all this talk about being drunk and violent just makes you want to have a few beers and punch people out."

This is what happens:


Stage One: The Insult and The Comeback.

"Irish, do the words 'mae-up' mean anything to you?"

"Do the words 'Feck off' mean anything to you?"

Stage Two: The Snap.

"It's just, you have some potential," grabbing my face, "and make-up might hide most of the flaws with your face. Not all of course."

Your eyes go numb, and your body starts to tingle, like chills. You get tunnel vision and all sense of class goes out the door.

"Let go of meh face."

Then something snaps.

Stage Three: The End.

When that something snaps, your eyes cloud over and someone steps into your body. Your actions aren't your own, and it doesn't matter if your bigger or smaller than the other person, you won't stop.

Fatarse weighs a good 100 lbs more than I do, and one time I was so mad I broke his jaw. To this day it still pops when he chews. I broke my hand in the process, but didn't even feel it until much much later, like a day.

Its not the drink. Its the genetics. The smallest Irish person on the best of days will give someone twice their size a good run for their money. Thats why they always caution you against taking a leprachauns gold.