I know it's serious...

But, the following headline Irish Republic recalls all pork just brings to mind, from the politican within, the good old days when Ambassador were the only things recalled, from anywhere. I now have this mental image of packs of Irish Piggies packing up sticks, putting and apple in a bag and heading back to the nearest ports and getting passage home to Dublin, arriving in some Vietnamesque public shame. I know, this is how my mind work, and yes, I know they are called Psychiatrists, but really, have you seen how much they charge?!

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