This would make a great premise for another Irish village movie in the style of Waking Ned Devine. When the president appears in the village, though, instead of his usual eloquence, he should open his mouth to talk, and produce convoluted sentences like the senator JOB parodied a couple of posts down.
This roadside hamlet of two pubs, three shops and barely 350 residents has repainted every house, festooned every lamppost and seemingly rebranded every product in preparation for Monday’s visit by Obama. Locals have stood in line for hours to receive one of 3,000 tickets that will let them meet Moneygall’s most famous son.
“We’ve all been caught up in this dream. Nothing in the village seems real,” said Henry Healy, a 26-year-old accountant for a plumbing firm who discovered four years ago he was one of Obama’s closest Irish relatives. “I’ve been rehearsing what I’m going to say to the president for months in my head. I can’t really believe it’s going to happen.”
In today’s episode of “As the Table Turns…”
“One begins to distrust very clever persons when they become embarrassed.” – Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil (#88)