He ain’t heavy…he’s my brother..
Sometimes I wonder. I wonder how we both could have been reared by the same amazing woman known as Mama Titch and still have such different political views and social views. Is there that big of a difference between living in the country and living in Dublin?
As an example we were relaxing on Saturday evening, he was waiting for the gf to finish work and mentioned some ‘funny’ joke about getting a pile of knackers into the Nally Stand. That’s not the worst of it. The worst was yet to come. I asked him where did he get such a ‘funny’ joke and he said he heard it a few years ago during the whole Nally hullaballo. For those of you unfamilar with the Nally case of a few years ago, I’ll point you to this article and in particular this excerpt:
It is worth rehearsing the main facts of the case. Nally, a farmer living in a remote area near Cong, Co Mayo, became aware around 2pm on October 14 last year that a car with two men had driven up outside his house.
He got his gun and went outside. There was only one man in the car when Nally reached it. He asked where the second man had gone and was told he had gone to the rear of the house.
Nally went around the back of the house, saw a man at the kitchen door and fired a shot at him, wounding him. Nally then hit the man up to 20 times on the head with a thick stick.
“He was like a badger,” he said afterwards. ‘You could hit him, but you could not kill him.”
The man, John Ward, then limped down the road, away from the house. Nally went inside his house, reloaded his gun, went outside, followed Ward down the road and fired a shot into his head at close range, while Ward was crouched in front of him.
Nally then threw Ward’s body over a hedge. Nally later acknowledged he had intended to kill Ward, even though at the time Ward posed no threat to Nally or his property.
I responded to the brother by saying I’d hardly called murder a hullballo thinking whilst we may not have the same viewpoints about a lot of things, he would understand that Nally was murderer and not some fella who should be lauded. The brother’s response.
“Sure he was only defending his property”
Seeing red I thought it was best not to try and even discuss it with him. There was just no point. How do you deal with someone like that who is family? Its so difficult. Don’t get me
wrong, I love him, he’s the brother after all. But sometimes with viewpoints like that it just blows my mind that we are brought up by the same woman.
