The funny thing is that deep down he’s happier than he has been in years. Finally, after years of being a wealthy successful country that other people wanted to learn from, we’re back on our knees, and he’s secretly delighted. See, we are, by default, the Most Oppressed People Ever. The Jews know nothing about suffering compared to us, after all, we had not only the Brits on our backs for the best part of a millenium, but we even had potato viruses plotting our oppression.
Maybe it’s the Catholicism, and Original Sin, and the idea that everything is really out of one’s hands, but the jackboot fits just snugly over his windpipe, pushing his face into the cold, wet muck just the way he likes it. Oh, he’s angry all right, and burning with hatred for the latest oppressor, be it the IMF or the EU or the bond markets or those bastards who voted our Mary off X Factor. But it’s a good hate. Not for him those countries who define themselves by putting a man on the moon or creating a superb healthcare system or becoming industrial titans. No, he enjoys most the masochistic pleasure of being on his knees and getting the leather glove in the face, impotent but boy, if only they knew how much he hated them, that would show them as they sit in the first class lounge! He’ll show them: No one gets ridden like the Irish get ridden!