WHEN GENOCIDE BECAME "FAMINE" : IRELAND, 1845 - 1850

The bastard

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2015-02-04 12:25

This is my spud. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My spud is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. My spud, without me, is useless. Without my spud, I am useless. I must eat my spud true.

I must eat my spud faster than my enemy who is trying to steal it from me. I must eat his spud before he eats mine. I will.

So be it, until my spud is safely eaten  before my enemies spud, there will be no enemy but peace!