I am a gentle person, really. Live and let live, that’s my motto. I try not to judge other people (shut up, I do too try), and I try to accept that other people have other views. Other positions. That they come from different backgrounds, and that what I consider to be absolutely unquestionably the right or wrong ways to handle things may not be viewed the same way by others.
I do not tend to fling ill-wishes and other invectives at other people, is what I’m trying to get at here.
That said. My Irish is up, and it just can’t be stilled.
I don’t curse often. But when I do?
I really mean it.
May a curse follow those who broke into the home of my friend, the dear one who takes such good care of my children, who does so much good for all her life touches, who works so hard to keep her family fed and clothed and warm.
May the feet that kicked in the door wither into uselessness, that we may know them by their limps.
May disease and blight afflict every part of them which touched her things, her few and precious heirlooms, her little children’s jewelry…and even their tiny lost teeth. From the eyes that gazed with greed to the hands that seized to what lies beneath the pockets they likely stuffed them into, let them be afflicted and pained and useless.
May the hand that took their Christmas and birthday presents shake, unable to hold cup to drink or bowl to eat.
Bad cess, bad cess, bad cess, let it follow them now and always, until they find shame and amend what they have done.
(We are looking after her. She is one of our own, and we will not allow her Christmas and that of her children to be ruined by these…unspeakable…PAH! There will be presents and there will be new doors and if these people ARE caught they’d better pray to GOD it is by the police and not us. Do not @*^&@ with the Celts – or our kin, or our kith. ‘Using our words’ is all well and good, but personally I don’t think I’d pass up the opportunity to take a hurley to the lot of them!)
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