Ireland is at the western-most edge of Europe, and a rather wonderful edge it is. Its people, along with the Americans and Asians have salvaged the English language as an artistic force. Unfortunately Ireland harbours a peculier condition whereby everything North American, regardless of its stupidity, is considered exceptionally 'grand
Coupled with this Ireland has a tendency for its less educated, yet more vocal 10% of the population to bleat nonsense about 'Black and Tans' and generally deride the English, this is regardless of the fact that during WW2, the joint would have become Hitler's private golfing resort without them.
It is a site of:
Unmatched art and culture
Willful ignorance, hypocricy and begrudgery
A technically perfect quasi-socialist Government
High rural suicide rates
Inflatable tri-colour hammers
Challenging, maddening, gorgeous women
Men with square heads
People called Seamus
Passports with harps on them
Bosco the puppet
Stereotypically superior potatos
Ireland generally is confused, self-contradictory, flawed and possibly the most honestly human place on Earth because of it. Thank fuck for that...