Peter Kavanaugh, brother of Ireland’s last great poet Patrick Kavanaugh, used to say that “Ireland was a racket centered in Dublin.” Today, it is a racket centered in Brussels. It is a wholly owned subsidiary of the European Union. It is no longer a Catholic country. After struggling for hundreds of years for their own independence, the Irish put their own constitution in mothballs.
Ireland is now, like the rest of Europe, in apostasy against its Faith and history.
To be Irish is always to be in a kind of exile. On St. Patrick’s day, those of Irish descent can still take a kind of holiday in the heart based upon their own experiences of exile.