> As an Irishman, I've always thought even of the nationalists up north as a different breed; their mentality is defined by what they're in opposition to. Toxic politics; everything is looking inward rather than forward.
This is very true. It might not be true everywhere but many of us find the Northern Irish to be a different breed. I can see the NI identity potentially resolving itself into a separate country proper.
To be honest this may go back much further than any English/Irish conflict. I remember reading in a historical fiction derived from the Annals of the Four Masters about Brian Boru becoming the High King and the clear differences observed between Southerners and Ulster, and that's over a thousand years ago.
To non-Irish-folk: Yes, just like the North in Game of Thrones. The English, Scots and Irish alone have enough intrigue and violence to sate even George R.R. Martin!
Here's a tale from my clan that sounded quite GOT-like. Irish people are known for using colourful metaphors and this time it caught up with one of them.
Once upon a time a man was raiding cattle. Cows were money in those days and 'accidentally' collecting them from the valley of your neighbours was more or less irresistible for many a ruffian.
The cattle raider passed into the Forest with cow in tow to escape from any pursuers. It is ancient forest with great big tree trunks and everything to be seen is an ocean of green, maybe something like this: https://www.flickr.com/photos/aapamire/4371421987/in/photost...
Newly confident in his new possession the thief comes to a glen, it is a long, deep, narrow valley. As soon as the cow makes an appearance the raider is surprised. He flees but is pinioned to the floor. Unbeknown to him, my relatives had been waiting for him at the other side of it.
"No!" he cries, "Sure it is only a head of cattle I were borrowing and don't I have wife and child to feed or they shall go hungry this night. God forgive me! My wife will be so angry if I don't have my hand on the door by midnight. I swore an oath I'd be back this evening! Please show a man mercy!"
My relative replied: "By God this is serious! Sure you can not be breaking oaths!"
So they took him back to his cottage and nailed his hand to its door.