Letters to the People

Day 2,046, 11:26 Published in Ireland Ireland by CuChullian
Dear eIreland,
These are dire times indeed, our enemies stand on forbidden soil. Soil long since forbidden to them, our soil. Yet this deed goes unpunished, if not unnoticed. This is not the first time we've been beaten down and have risen up. It will only be a matter of time, regardless of how angering and demeaning this prison sentence may be. How sad to see our beautiful Isle turned into a molested replica of God's intent. We shall retake the Irishmen's land, tis' only natural that i am reassured of.
Now i trust Sweet Drinker completely, a man's who's judgement has not only proven itself but has all the potential to bring us back to a proud nation of wolves that we once were. So first of all salute to you good sir. You may not know of me but i wave your flag. If this democracy of sheep would allow someone to actually help us instead of call a Picket's charge at every situation i'd have you as King.
The actual purpose of this writ, is to ask. Shall we let America fall? She is besieged on all sides, and remarkably is holding some territory. From all accounts the mutual protection did not pass for the USA. Though we are mutually in the same god forsaken boat. I feel it is necessary for us men and women of the Isle to go and officially assist the United States. I feel if we can at least help them secure their own borders, not only will we have created a powerful, but grateful ally. I see the great vulture of the British Kingdom, picking at the scraps that larger countries have cut through the U.S. and i'll be damned if i watch them take more of land that has long ago banished them with a awful vengeance. Even in our current state i believe a big "Eff you England" is in order. If we can create an alliance with a country that will actually appreciate our assistance and not only will be in debt to us. So i say what the frigid hell do we have to lose. If we need a ticket to get our land back and one step to that ticket is freeing America, then why can't we be someone else's ticket out? I think it would mean well if Ireland offered a hand down to Lady Liberty, she would be mighty thankful and would return in kind. We need friends my fellows in arms, and sometimes to make a friend you got to go through their hell, fight their fights, and banish their demons. Just perhaps good fellows, just perhaps Ireland can once again be on our island instead of just in our hearts. As always Ireland, Through hell or high water here we are meant to stand.
Signed and sealed with blood,
The Hound of Culain.