I was about to buy Father Butler, and the Lough Dearg Pilgrim by William Carleton, Ireland's "first novelist" (so they say), and of course I peeped in on his Wiki & I saw this shit:
Carleton's father was a Roman Catholic tenant farmer, who supported fourteen children on as many acres, he had an extraordinary memory (he knew the bible by heart) and as a native Irish speaker, a thorough acquaintance with Irish folklore, told stories by the fireside.
Dafuck? "he knew the bible by heart"?? Ummmm....how can you memorize an entire book - especially the fucking BIBLE! - and still be a broke-dick motherfucker????!
As my people over in Dingle, County Kerry would say, oy vey.
"But Xmastime", you say in the voice of Craig “Ironhead” Heyward from those soap commercials (RIP), "didn't you have a similar beef with your beloved flick Hop just 14 years ago?"
Sigh. Yes I did, faithful readers, YES I did:
But I did spend the entire movie being aggravated that the main character (the live-action guy) didn't shut his father, always on his ass to get a job and make something of himself, the fuck up by saying "um, hello?...I HAVE A FUCKING RABBIT THAT TALKS!" Instead of using this to make billions of dollars, he first tries to get rid of the bunny, then hides him. What the fuck?
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