"so harp," you say, "why are you so sure that you're likely scots-irish if your family's geneological data points to the only firm conclusion of 'possibly sprung forth from the ground like soldiers from dragon's teeth to be hella white in south carolina in the 1800s'?"
i just had the thought
'potatoes.... yes... the potatoes will make my soul be back in my body...'
it's
fairly obvious
additional evidence: was watching a show about people trying to eat ww2 era food in the uk, in among the ration book explanations, they had put up a poster from the time
the poster had a potato cheerfully informing everyone that he makes a lovely suit
i was distracted the entire scene because i was thinking "they needed POSTERS? they needed POSTERS to tell them POTATO SOUP IS GOOD? i'm WAY ahead of y'all my dudes, WAY AHEAD"
"dammit harp," you complain, "there is more to irish heritage than love of potatoes"
yes of course but i only got a small percentage remaining in among all the generic wonderbread white, so i am left with only Potato Lust