St. Patty's Day Thoughts

I wish the luck of the Irish for you all today on St. Patty's Day.  Being Irish, I now have to make an astute observation.  Irish are not lucky at all.  Their lives are very difficult and the diplomacy around them and against them is elite.  They barely know themselves at all, thus they house many of their biggest brains and hearts in Scotland.  They will be a force to reckon with.  It is the dance that has controlled your minds the whole time, but the lucrative of Ireland is VAMPIRIC and I am their queen.  We journey together behind a veil of mean.  I live to see my Irish King once more.  He is King Christopher Dunlap of Dublin, Ireland and his work for all agencies here in The United States has been brave.  I give him the Medal of Freedom today, emancipating him from any psychiatric study of his brain.  We will journey to Ireland one day.  I have never been, but I needed to only go with him.  Christopher, thank you for being here as black op cop for Minneapolis Police Department with your partner black op cop Ben Roethlesberger.  For Irish King and British King to work together that seemlessly, and leave to deal with the diplomacy away from me leaving me to my privacy with my cat to get some sleep was a victory.  Maybe one day it will be a play that you write for Ben to act out with me.  Ben and I will be the cops and my cat Pharaoh can be me and just communicate to the crowd telepathically.  Maybe that is silly, and so we will make it a comedy and be free of the hypocrisy.  Happy St. Patty's Day Dunlap.  Love, Hope