Post by siampolee on Jul 8, 2024 11:39:18 GMT 7
Bill Carson flew the Irish flag in Northern Ireland.
Bill Carson died and queued up at the Pearly Gates.
“Name and place of origin?” asked Saint Peter.
“William Carson, Belfast, Ireland” said Bill
“To my right, your left, down half a mile, the orange gate. In there with all your fellow Protestants.” said Peter. “Don’t expect to see Ian Paisley, though, he went in the opposite direction.”
“But I’m not a Protestant.”
“You must be, with a name like that.”
“Well I’m not. I’m a Catholic. And a Sinn Feiner. I want to meet my friends and all the Popes”
“All the Popes, is it?”
Saint Peter was feeling grumpy after a long day spent dealing with tiresome people who all thought they deserved a place between Jesus and Mother Teresa.
“You won’t find many of them here, I can tell you!
They’re mostly down there with the Reverend Ian Paisley and Oliver Cromwell and King Henry the Eighth with his daughter Mary, having interesting arguments, up to the navels in boiling blood. But you’ll have to prove to me you’re a good Ulster Catholic. What did you ever do to show that you were?”
“Well, I once carried a flag, the Tricolor of the Irish Republic, down the Shankill Road, the heart of Protestant and Loyalist Ulster.”
“Impressive!” said Peter. “And when did you do that?”
“About fifteen minutes ago”
Bill Carson died and queued up at the Pearly Gates.
“Name and place of origin?” asked Saint Peter.
“William Carson, Belfast, Ireland” said Bill
“To my right, your left, down half a mile, the orange gate. In there with all your fellow Protestants.” said Peter. “Don’t expect to see Ian Paisley, though, he went in the opposite direction.”
“But I’m not a Protestant.”
“You must be, with a name like that.”
“Well I’m not. I’m a Catholic. And a Sinn Feiner. I want to meet my friends and all the Popes”
“All the Popes, is it?”
Saint Peter was feeling grumpy after a long day spent dealing with tiresome people who all thought they deserved a place between Jesus and Mother Teresa.
“You won’t find many of them here, I can tell you!
They’re mostly down there with the Reverend Ian Paisley and Oliver Cromwell and King Henry the Eighth with his daughter Mary, having interesting arguments, up to the navels in boiling blood. But you’ll have to prove to me you’re a good Ulster Catholic. What did you ever do to show that you were?”
“Well, I once carried a flag, the Tricolor of the Irish Republic, down the Shankill Road, the heart of Protestant and Loyalist Ulster.”
“Impressive!” said Peter. “And when did you do that?”
“About fifteen minutes ago”
