Gods Little Speed Bump

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God’s Little Speed Bump

They say God made the mountains, the rivers, the rain,

and then He made the Irish—

full of fire, quick with a laugh,

and blessed with the ability to turn potatoes

into breakfast, lunch, and revolution.

And He looked down from His cloud one Tuesday,

and thought, Well now… this could get out of hand.

Because we were getting ideas—

big ones.

Like building an empire,

inventing everything,

and probably redecorating Heaven while we were at it.

So He brewed up a cunning plan.

Aha, He says, I’ll give them something golden,

something warm in the belly,

something that makes them sing louder,

dance faster,

and start philosophical arguments with lampposts.

And thus—whiskey.

The angelic brake pedal.

The holy handbrake to use on history.

It doesn’t stop us, mind you—

it just slows us down enough

to forget what we were taking over in the first place.

 And by the time the hangover wears off,

 we’re back in the pub,

 plotting again—

 with another round.

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