There’s more than a few people in Europe these days who would really, really, love to give the Republic a right royal root up the hole. And I’m talking real Italian pointers here, the ones that hurt, you know? Sharpened to a spike and dipped in arsenic.
Well, if it’s any comfort, they’re not alone.
A couple of years back the iconic Judge Dredd made his way to Murphyville, the mega theme-park in Ireland dedicated to spuds, Guiness, and the Craic. This from www.comicsbulletin.com :
The plot, such as it is, involves itself with a hitman from Mega-City One influencing an Irish independence movement to ever-greater acts of violence in order to free them from the yoke of Brit-Cit - Dredd gets involves, kicks serious ass, and leaves again…and that’s about it. But as with much of Ennis’s early work, it’s the journey that’s interesting even if the destination is a little old-school, and he comes up trumps here with spot-on Dredd dialogue and humour drawn from the characters and situations he comes up against.
I remember when the story came out. I thought it was so funny, and was surprised by the reference to the Green Dolphin in Raheny - it acts as the headquarters and drinking den for the Sons of Erin, a terrorist organisation dedicated to freeing Ireland from its theme-park enslavement. There’s something wonderfully pleasing about seeing such a parochial reference in an international comic.
Written by Irishman Garth Ennis, the story threw more than a few spuds at the cliches we hold about ourselves, as well as those held by others. for what it’s worth, I came across a copy of the story on the internet. and below is a link to the winrar files of it. Right-click and ´save as´ to download.