Troubles/Billiards: Dark Comedy (UK)

A Story by Abishai100

How can sportsmanship deliver a special street social media 'expression' for an inter-religious commerce/media linked 'circus' for the Western world (for all)?

A portrait of the social rhetoric/impact and 'consciousness' concerning the so-called Troubles (Northern Ireland, UK) affecting the vitality-feelings of Catholic- Protestant media/lifestyle 'intelligence' featuring a special spotlight on the community-creativity of social-net commentary for activity of shared sportsmanship for billiards dowries for journals/relief. Happy Memorial Day all!

DISCLAIMER: This work of politics-drama/fiction contains images/references with no commercial/explicit ties to any representative person(s)/body (e.g., UK-Parliament) or any real-life news/story and is (therefore) cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' reviews).

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My name's Amlan Satan and I had become a Catholic-convert after immigrating to Boston (New England) from Algiers and decided to educate myself in the colonialism-rhetoric of varied places including India and Ireland where inter-religious culture-exchange made for bad-sportsmanship 'troubles' and moved me to become a special billiards-champion media-advertiser and 'educator' for Catholic-Protestant street-life enhancements in poor Belfast, Northern Ireland (United Kingdom), where Selfie-consumerism commentary culture simply wasn't everyday bureaucracy for the Ego.

I moved to Belfast (Northern Ireland) under a special government sponsorship program to create a Catholic-Protestant inter-religious billiards tourney in which I'd showcase my skills and teach young men of the troubled UK-city the varied practices/skills of the swift and elegant cue-stick sport of ball-aim and motions table/board strategy and speed/placement 'intelligence' to draw competitiveness-edge in an area where relations between groups was simply a history-record for bad-sportsmanship languages for commerce, consumerism, bureaucracy, and general culture-contact black and white mystery or darkness (hmmm).

The partition of mainland (Catholic) Ireland following the declaration of an Irish Free-State in the early 20th-Century led to the formation of a distinct Irish nation (capital: Dublin) separated from a designated Northern Ireland (capital: Belfast), which was composed of an Irish-Catholic minority population living alongside a British-Protestant majority-population (descended from generations of colonialists/settlers). The Catholic minority lived in a strained-condition and had to appeal to Parliament-policy heads for enhanced affirmative-action employment-assistance talks for attention to unemployment/poverty conditions, and this bred special 'angst' in the streets between young Catholic/Protestant men, sometimes straying to rogue organizations of the IRA (Irish Republican Army) and the Protestant-dominant UVF (Ulster Volunteer Force). This was simply a Western (UK) hellmouth that drew special worry that our Western world was simply unable to deal with its own backyard problems while offering a 'claim' for governance/authority over Israel-Palestine for petrol-politics, capitalism-iconography, and commerce-culture 'toylands' peace/stability (for all!).

CRITIC: This Catholic-Protestant billiards tourney in Belfast will yield nothing!

ME: I'm afraid the competition-theater will yield a UK-expression for media-life.

CRITIC: Why's a billiards 'showcase' so highlighter for Western pluralism/sanity?

ME: Well, I'm considered a skilled 'foreigner' offering groups trophy-eyes, friend!

CRITIC: They won't accept you, Mr. American...Catholics or Protestants.

ME: I doubt it, friend; in deeds, billiards is a 'diamond-eye' for street-acumen.

CRITIC: It's a game of the middle-class and not one of high-brow politics, sir.

ME: There's nothing of treasure-islands image that casts games as sullied, friend.

CRITIC: What if you lose in front of all the crowds/media, Mr. American?

ME: I shall not lose; I can not lose; this is a 'bloody-case' for fortune's religion.

CRITIC: Selfie-like, eh?

ME: Why not (bureaucracy's art)?

EZZY (Girlfriend): I'm glad to have met you and loved you, Mr. Satan.

ME: You'd been a happy-waitress in Belfast, and now you're my muse.

EZZY: You won your champions-title, against that Protestant contender/man!

ME: I had to take-down a rather skilled Catholic-man in the semifinals, Ezzy (ok).

EZZY: In the final, the Protestant contender had 4 straight-fire shots, missing 1.

ME: He left me 3 balls of my side to dispose; and I did so, with my angle-trick.

EZZY: Soft and quiet victory for a Catholic-Protestant region of Hell, my love.

ME: I'll adapt this into a Western 'worldly' novel featuring you as anime-fiction.

EZZY: Facebook-like (sure).

Would you believe we pulled-off this micro-miracle in troubles-rich Belfast, Northern Ireland (United Kingdom) all under the banner-flag imagery of the swift-elegance and 'enchantment' of the cue-stick sport of billiards, after which I cast special social-media 'journal-fiction' lines of what made the inter-religious contest/games 'showcase/theater' for Western expressions a special highlight of why street-life and everyday-exchanges 'intelligence' was an imprint of Western civilization photo-synthesis of ambitious dodecahedrons (for all)?

READER: Seems sounds-dialysis for the history/record of troubles in the UK.

ME: I know of varied tales of hell in Northern Ireland (e.g., Black-and-Tans).

READER: Yea, the Black/Tans were (ex-vet/con) stern-force for brute-force.

ME: Protestant military-controls for a Catholic (minority) 'feeling' of damnation.

READER: All's well with billiards, eh?

ME: Isn't that the message of Chariots of Fire, for doctorate?

READER: Selfie-like!

I felt like a hero, and later that Halloween season, my friends in Belfast coordinated a special masked/costumed daring raid of rumored-insured conflict-zone gems ('blood-diamonds') in a Northern Irish bank that would threaten commerce-linked poverty-address policy-talks in Parliament catering to enhanced conditions for consumerism for the Irish-Catholic population in the UK. It was an 'insurance-theater' worth a Halloween 'deed' for parody/inquiries, and it offered us a way to offer 'leprechaun-fiction' humor for treasure-islands relevance for capitalism's special inter-religious festivity image for (masked?) dry-protests (e.g., eco-capitalism).