RE:RE:RE:Good job ! A brilliant Canadian cultural anthropologist walks into a seedy bar in Toronto and sees a poorly lit table in a far back corner where a card game is going on. The participants are unibrowed with low foreheads, simeon hands on over lengthy arms and thick calouses on their knuckles; they are staring at each other, a bottle of Jameson in front of each, noisily teasing their chips, but for the longest time there is no action.
Bored, the cultural antropologist decides these must be the stubborn, gambling Irish he has studied.
He sees a door with a sign over it that says Members Only, Uncivilized Not Welcome. He goes to the door and opens it, since he is a proud member of the Queen's Commonwealth; inside he sees ruddy cherubic faced indolent older men, all with bad teeth, and all with young boys on their laps while they delicately sipped tea.
He had read about these people while studying Aleister Crowley.
The brilliant Canadian cultural anthropologist concludes to himself: "This must be why God gave the Irish Whiskey and why the sun never set on the British Empire; God could not trust the British in the dark, and he didn't want the Irish to rule the world".
I personally thank the brilliant Canadian cultural anthropologists for their contribution here; it's deep..
And remember folks, the Titanic's maiden voyage was 90% sucessful.
LOL.