For whatever reason, I’ve seen a spike in hate mail over the past few days. So, naturally, I thought of this favorite traditional Irish curse:
May those who love us love us.
And those who don’t love us,
May God turn their hearts.
And if He doesn’t turn their hearts,
May He turn their ankles,
So we’ll know them by their limping.
Come to think of it, that last part would have been really useful a couple of years ago.