A Few Irish Declare War on the French...

Jacques Chirac, the French Prime Minister, was sitting in his office
wondering what kind of mischief he could perpetrate against the USA
when his telephone rang.

"Hallo, Mr. Chirac!", a heavily accented voice said. "This is Paddy
O'Kirby down at the Harp Pub in County Sligo, Ireland. I am ringing
to inform you that we are officially declaring war on you!"

"Well, Paddy O'Kirby," Chirac replied, "This is indeed important
news! How big is your army?"

"Right now," said Paddy, after a moment's calculation, "there is
myself, me cousin Sean, me next door neighbor Seamus, and the
entire dart team from the pub. That makes eight!"

Chirac paused. "I must tell you, Paddy, that I have one hundred
thousand men in my army waiting to move on my command."

"Begorra!" said Paddy. "I'll have to ring you back!"

Sure enough, the next day, Paddy called again. "Mr. Chirac, the
war is still on. We have managed to get us some infantry equipment!"

"And what equipment would that be, Paddy?" Chirac asked.
Well, we have two combines, a bulldozer, and Murphy's farm tractor."

Chirac sighed, amused. "I must tell you, Paddy, that I have 6,000 tanks
and 5,000 armored personnel carriers. Also, I've increased my army to
one hundred fifty thousand since we last spoke."

"Saints preserve us!" said Paddy. "I'll have to get back to you."

Sure enough, Paddy rang again the next day. "Mr. Chirac, the war is
still on!" We have managed to get ourselves airborne! We've modified
Jackie McLaughlin's ultra-light with a couple of shotguns in the
cockpit, and four boys from the Shamrock Pub have joined us as well!"

Chirac was silent for a minute and then cleared his throat. "I must
tell you, Paddy, that I have 100 bombers and 200 fighter planes. My
military complex is surrounded by laser-guided, surface-to-air missile
sites. And since we last spoke, I've increased my army to two hundred
thousand!"
"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!" said Paddy, "I'll have to ring you back."
Sure enough, Paddy called again the next day. "Top o' the mornin', Mr.
Chirac! I am sorry to tell you that we have had to call off the war."

"I'm sorry to hear that," said Chirac. "Why the sudden change of heart?"
"Well," said Paddy, "we've all had a long chat over a bunch of pints,
and decided there's no foo-kin way we can feed two hundred thousand
prisoners.


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