As I promised two of my most avid readers, I am going to talk to you all today about Neo-Capitalism and The Great Potato Famine of Ireland, not to be confused with the Great Potato Fems of Northern Yorkshire or the Grand Potato Heads of Tuberville.
I have very little time to post tonight because...well, because I want to go down to the basement, drink a beer and play my 12-string guitar (which I just got back today, thanks for asking Walt). So, I will keep this brief. After all, brevity is next to breviary (a book of prayers, or psalms, i.e. next to Godliness) and brew ( that worked out nicely) in the Merriam-Webster Pocket Dictionary, which I have read and re-read for tymes know. Okay the end of that last sentence was a joke, albeit a bad one.
So, here we go; an extremely brief look at Neo-Capitalism and the Great Potato Famine of Ireland.
Neo-Capitalism was founded by a large, rugged transvestite named Ralphina in the year of our lord seventeen seventy six. He was fed up with humping piles of shit around for the King and thought that privatizing the humping of said shit would stimulate shit production.
Okay this is when Graham Chapman would come in dressed as a General of the British Royal Army and shut down my blog for being entirely too silly. I can't say I would argue with him. This has got to be one of the worst ideas I have ever had (and oh boy is there a lot of them). I mean really, who wants to read about some boring shit like privatization of government, giving almost complete control back to the people allowing us the chance to finally live a decent, free life?
On second thought I think Von Hayek had a good idea.
Okay, on to the Po-ta-toes, dar-de-dar-de-dar.
The famine was caused by Phytophthora infestans or as us simple folk like to call it, Potato Blight. This caused copious potato crops (the main source of food in Ireland thanks to Britain's fondness for beef— side note this is how the Gin got the name Beefeater) to rot and become worthless— a lot like what happens to people who attend Ohio state. Anyway, the failed crop just exacerbated the problems, both politically and financially, of an already struggling Ireland causing them to lose a large portion of their population. This event is also referred to as the Great Hunger.
Okay, I think I fulfilled my obligations to my curious readers. That is to say that my readers are inquisitive, not necessarily odd, although Pixie is a tad weird. Now that I think of it, so is Mel.
I hope you have all learned something new today. I know I have. I learned that a rushed post, when all I can think about is 12-string guitars and beer, doesn't usually turn out so good.
Oh well.
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JQ - I was taking a break from training my dead parrot when I happened upon your blogging. I do admit that humor caused me to be amused, but I did, indeed, learn something new.
I know nothing about about a bloke named Ralphina.
I pledge allegiance to you,
ac(w)p
I'm glad you don't think I'm weird.
Ac(w)p— Polly...Polly...
I just made the bit about Ralphina up. I used Jesse (KFC) as a model.
Nobody— You are well beyond weird my friend...you are an engineer. But, you're alright in my book.
Thanks.
Pixie- Your welcome.
YOU KNOW THAT PIXIE CAN'T HELP SHE IS A TAD BIT WEIRD YOU KNOW THAT HER DAD IS WAY OUT IN LEFT FIELD . BUT HEY I SURE AM A FUN AND LOVABLE OLD DUDE YA KNOW? POPS
Pops— Hey I know you're old, you don't have to tell me!
Alright I guess your fun too.
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