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Dear Barack,

The family here in Ireland are so proud, and so supportive, and we don't want you to devote any attention atallatall to what the inevitable spalpeens and Kerry witnesses say about you. They're just stirrin' the pot.

Remember this: we're an old family, we're descended from both fugitives and kings, and we've been in the resistance since that desperate day that the Tuatha de Danaan first put their bloody footprints on our Emerald Isle. We're leprechauns, we are. Always bear in mind that although sticks and stones will break your bones, leprechauns throw bombs.

And if some gobshite on this side of the pond wants to give the family grief for your mother mixing with the Black and Tans, pay him no heed. They, the discredited partisans of the Celtic Tiger and English Justice, can say that all they want about the Black Irish. Still and all, The Lads are with you all the way.

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A letter from Uncle Seamus