They talk of choice, they talk of rights, they talk of freedom. But once again the belligerent interest groups demanding the repeal of the 8th amendment of Ireland’s constitution fail to practi...
https://bigmacandwhys.wordpress.com/2017/10/12/court-of-repeal/
This week it was radio presenter George Hook’s turn to be pilloried by the liberal Irish compassionazis. He had the temerity to suggest that young girls should take more personal responsibility...
https://bigmacandwhys.wordpress.com/2017/09/10/no-country-for-old-men/
So having successfully navigated the autostrada of death we finally arrived in our Trullo del Ulivo nestled deep in the ancient olive groves just outside Locorotundo. We’re home. Basking in the...
https://bigmacandwhys.wordpress.com/2017/08/06/chapter-3-in-which-nothing-happens-more-than-twice/
Frustration. Frustration of living in a country where the sun is a hot commodity (pun intended), and those days are taken advantage of by the entire Irish population. Everyone emerges, to find a ...
itz nice to holiday and itz nice to leave your country and itz especially nice to leave Ireland come July. The weather here can be ‘iffy’ and come the summer one is bored with the cultural wa...
“Oh to be in Doonaree, with the sweetheart I once knew To stroll in the shade of the leafy glade where the rhododendrons grew To sit with my love on the bridge above, the rippling waterfall To ...
It’s been hailed as a triumph of democracy, but we have to wonder how worldwide demonstrations against a democratically elected President, who has just taken office can indeed be deemed anythin...
https://bigmacandwhys.wordpress.com/2017/01/22/march-madness/
Yesterday the world tipped on its axis. The Irish Times, the self-styled paper of record, the propaganda machine of the liberal compassionati in Ireland, strayed from the party line and had the a...
https://bigmacandwhys.wordpress.com/2017/01/06/alt-right-now-baby-its-alt-right-now/
I remember the day Nelson Mandela was released from prison, I think it was the weekend and for sure I was in my Grand Uncle’s house just two minutes from where I lived. It was a sunnie day i...
i woke up slightly hungover on the day i was to marry, and was nervous as my life would change that Thursday, either for the good or for the bad and eyem happie to type that it turned out just �...