I was wondering if anyone would actually listen; thank you Sister for renewing my faith! Plus I have absolutely fell head-over-heels for Sarah Jarosz's music.
The Shankill Butchers was an Ulster loyalist gang—many of whom were members of the Ulster Volunteer Force (UVF)—that was active between 1975 and 1982 in Belfast , Northern Ireland. It was based in the Shankill area and was responsible for the deaths of at least 23 people, most of whom were killed in sectarian attacks. The gang was notorious for kidnapping and murdering random Catholic and suspected Catholic civilians; each was beaten ferociously and had his throat hacked with a butcher's knife. Some were also tortured and attacked with a hatchet. The gang also killed six Ulster Protestants over personal disputes, and two other Protestants mistaken for Catholics. Most of the gang were eventually caught and, in February 1979, received the longest combined prison sentences in United Kingdom legal history. However, gang leader Lenny Murphy and his two chief "lieutenants" escaped prosecution. Murphy was killed in November 1982 by the Provisional IRA , likely acting with loyalist paramilitaries who perceived him as a threat. [1] The Butchers brought a new level of paramilitary violence to a country already hardened by death and destruction. [2] The judge who oversaw the 1979 trial described their crimes as "a lasting monument to blind sectarian bigotry".
In the yuppie bars and trendy spots that is undoubtedly true. But there are Irish-Americans who will go into their favorite pub or tavern this afternoon and night and imbibe a pint or two and a shot of Irish whisky.
My father's brother was in a bar across the street from the Chicago Stockyards one St Patrick's Day in the late 1940's. An argument ensued over what music would be played on the jukebox. A couple of the cattlemen were playing country music and my uncle wanted Irish music for St. Patrick's Day. A fight broke out and someone pulled a gun and shot my uncle dead. He was only 21 years old.
JR, I hate to break you bubble, but 2016 was not a good year for the ''Fighting Irish''
When the highlight of your football season is beating Army, that's pretty bad.
Uh...Larry? YIKES on the subject matter!
Lol!
I was wondering if anyone would actually listen; thank you Sister for renewing my faith! Plus I have absolutely fell head-over-heels for Sarah Jarosz's music.
The Shankill Butchers was an Ulster loyalist gang—many of whom were members of the Ulster Volunteer Force (UVF)—that was active between 1975 and 1982 in Belfast , Northern Ireland. It was based in the Shankill area and was responsible for the deaths of at least 23 people, most of whom were killed in sectarian attacks. The gang was notorious for kidnapping and murdering random Catholic and suspected Catholic civilians; each was beaten ferociously and had his throat hacked with a butcher's knife. Some were also tortured and attacked with a hatchet. The gang also killed six Ulster Protestants over personal disputes, and two other Protestants mistaken for Catholics. Most of the gang were eventually caught and, in February 1979, received the longest combined prison sentences in United Kingdom legal history. However, gang leader Lenny Murphy and his two chief "lieutenants" escaped prosecution. Murphy was killed in November 1982 by the Provisional IRA , likely acting with loyalist paramilitaries who perceived him as a threat. [1] The Butchers brought a new level of paramilitary violence to a country already hardened by death and destruction. [2] The judge who oversaw the 1979 trial described their crimes as "a lasting monument to blind sectarian bigotry".
~WIKI~
Q:What do the Irish call St Pat's day?
A: Ammature hour!
Have you been drinking, your slurring your words....Ammature...LOL
LOL... I told you that it's amateur hour!!!!
Lol Perrie, how much Irish are you?
In the yuppie bars and trendy spots that is undoubtedly true. But there are Irish-Americans who will go into their favorite pub or tavern this afternoon and night and imbibe a pint or two and a shot of Irish whisky.
My father's brother was in a bar across the street from the Chicago Stockyards one St Patrick's Day in the late 1940's. An argument ensued over what music would be played on the jukebox. A couple of the cattlemen were playing country music and my uncle wanted Irish music for St. Patrick's Day. A fight broke out and someone pulled a gun and shot my uncle dead. He was only 21 years old.
Sorry to hear about that John. Sincerely.
No problem. I wasnt born yet when it happened so never knew him. It has always made me be careful around drunks though. You never know.
I get that same feeling whenever I get drunk. I am always more careful around myself then.
Today is my late mother's birthday. Which is why, of course, my grandparents named her Pat.