Tales from Leprechaunia 65
The Holy Association of Hit Men
Giovanni MacO'roni was born a good boy who, being spoiled rotten by his widowed mother, graduated from adolescence to become the number one hit man of the Leprechaun Mafia. But Giovanni's dearly departed mother - the funeral costs would have sent a lesser hit man broke - was never satisfied with his success. She would have been twisting and turning in her air-conditioned coffin, with hot and cold running tears on tap, had she known that her beloved failure of a son hadn't been able to buy that extra one vote needed for him to be elected as the Godfather of the Holy Association of Hit Men.
Had she known the full story of the horror of that defeat it would have gotten her sitting bolt upright in the coffin, trying to unscrew the lid from the inside! Giovanni had been defeated for the godfathership by a damned Protestant! And she'd have remembered to hit the coffin's emergency exit button if she'd heard the news that her loser of a son had been pipped at the post by the newly elected Godfather, one Eggnog McLash, being a hard boiled English Garden Gnome ... a rotten EGG who needed a damned good whacking by a loving Catholic boy, if anyone did. But that Giovanni was elected as Vice Godfather of the Holy Association of Hit Men was a sop that kept the lid on the coffin. At least for the time being - and only just, given that the first of the lid's screws was ever so slowly turning undone.
Now Giovanni MacO'roni sat on the driver's seat of the two-wheeled hansom cab on the long journey transporting Isabella O'Mafiosa from Bottled, the capital of Screwcap County, to distant Bogmania. He could only reflect on how he'd lost the election and on the irony of life in general. Doing so even while Isabella O'Mafiosa, the Protestant but ravishing wife of the Catholic Godfather of the Leprechaun Mafia, sat with her Catholic but sullen teenage son, Little Tony, inside the cabriolet of the hansom cab. But Giovanni didn't see the irony of Little Tony being baptised a good Catholic gangster-to-be, even as he had been. However, he'd been made of sterner stuff than Little Tony, who shouted for the cab to stop, then stumbled from the cab with motion sickness to spray paint the roadside with vomit. Thereafter the green-faced teenager refused to get back into the cabriolet, declaring that he was hitching home - to which Isabella agreed.
Giovanni could only shake his head at the sick weakness of the younger generation. In his day as a loving Catholic teenage lout, adolescent delinquency was a hard-nosed affair to be proud of. Daubing fences and walls of elderly lady English Garden Gnomes with patriotic slogans such as Leprechauns Rule! was a duty not to be shirked. And using bottles of rotten potato gas to blow up letterboxes of English Garden Gnome school masters were risky commando attacks to be bravely undertaken regardless of possible six-of-the-best consequences if caught in the act. Yet six-of -the-best weal marks of the cane on bared buttocks were badges of honour that would have been proudly displayed except for their unsightly location. Thus they unfortunately remained badges of honour unseen, even if somewhat sheepishly boasted about. But not to his mother, who saw his being caught by damned Protestant Gnomes as yet another sign of failure.
Of course, during those heady days of pimpled surliness, Giovanni's mother - long suffering while still impatiently waiting to be dearly departed - would nag her son. Her son who one day would say ten rosaries on bended knees for the Big Leprechaun in the Sky to saint his finally departed mother, even though the first screw of the coffin lid was beginning to undo. Even then he could almost hear her incessant nagging to study hard at higher crime and get a job as a crooked bean counter with the local Baked Beans Blessed by God cannery. And for him to find a nice Catholic girl - but not that flirting tart, Maria Hotpants O'Pasta! - and marry her.
Being a rebellious lout of the first order, Giovanni had disappointed his loving mother on both counts. He'd taken a job as an apprentice bean stalker climber with Beelzebub's Barbecued Baked Beans company, only quitting when he discovered that the Protestant giant living on top of the magic fluffy clouds had a bigger attitude than he did. Thereafter, Giovanni was well and truly tramping along the road to perdition, with various career moves as a hit man seeing him graduate from carrying a .001 noodle to packing a .45 calibre spaghetti in his shoulder holster. And he forgot what might have been if Maria hadn't swapped her hot pants for a nun's habit upon joining the Holy Order of Perpetual Hope and Amnesia.
Sometimes he idly mused on how he'd like to salvage her from that! For he'd only once dated a good girl. Her name was Rosa O'Roma - a virgin his mother had approved of but who was a colleen who refused to pole dance naked among the tombstones in the local graveyard - a perfectly reasonable request for such as Giovanni. The pre-loved virgin who was eager to do so - bodacious, bonking Beatrice McDuff - he'd been eager to come to lascivious grips with in a try-before-you-buy sort of prelude to the suicide of marriage.
But upon hearing that Beatrice was a no-good Protestant English Garden Gnome, Giovanni's still to be sainted mother hit the roof, suffering concussion. And when she lay dying in her hospital bed from this mortal blow, she could only shriek an unspeakable curse when pregnant Beatrice came to visit her. The prospect of being the mother-in-law of a pregnant slut of a Garden Gnome was too much, and she immediately departed, riding the elevator to heaven - shouting over her departing shoulder for Giovanni to drop to his damned knees and pray for her sainthood. Which he did, also ditching Beatrice as a virgin too far away.
Now driving the hansom cab, Giovanni shook his head in memory of the good old days. He even wiped a tear from his eye.
See also:
Tales from Leprechaunia - series 1
05 Widow Weeds
09 On the Wagon
Leprechaunia the Brave - Lyrics
Leprechaunia the Brave - Lyrics (re-posted for St Patrick's Day 2009.)
Tales from Leprechaunia - series 2
17 A Werewolf-Vampire by Any Other Name
20 Serendipity
The Leprechaun Stood on the Burning Deck - Lyrics
Tales from Leprechaunia - series 3
22 The Three Wise Homeless Leprechauns
23 The Three Wise Mummy Leprechauns
24 The Three Wise Nun Leprechauns
25 The Three Wise Hari Krishna Leprechauns
26 The Three Wise Buddhist Leprechauns
27 The Three Wise Pilgrim Leprechauns
28 The Three Wise Unemployed Leprechauns
29 The Three Wise Academic Leprechauns
30 The Three Wise Associate Professor Leprechauns
Leprechaunia the Olde - lyrics
Tales from Leprechaunia - series 4
32 First Casualties of the Second Vegemite War
33 The Battle at The Slumped Leprechaun
35 The Victorious Vegemite War
36 The First Goodwill Expedition
39 The Last Post for the Fallen
40 Blessings
Tales from Leprechaunia - series 5
43 Sister Minty
45 Fellow Travelers on the Road
48 Plotters and the Sergeant of Police
Tales from Leprechaunia - series 6
51 The Royal World Mud Wrestling Championship
54 Captain Pegleg Sook & Spotted Dick
56 The O'Mohican-Leprechaunia Nation
57 The United States of Leprechauna: a Potted History
Tales from Leprechaunia - series 7


Comments: 71
I see you have your Saturday morn tale up from Leprechaunia....I don't have time to read it now. Need to pack the groceries and get dressed. Leavin' in 30 minutes. Hopefully there will be internet service at the Flying Jib.
You can read this any old time. Drive carefully, Bob!
The generation gap is nicely captured.
The Saga of dusty roads of Utah
Thank you, Poddar.
It's fortunate that Giovanni didn't challenge the attitude of the Protestant giant!
Indeed so, John!
Some super glue squirted in the screw holes of Giovanni's mother's coffin might have been a good thing. But then the grave never really does stop the dearly departed from getting their two cents worth thrust out there in the mix of opinions as to what we do. Reflection on the road to Bogmania can do a hit man good.
I don't think that even super glue would have kept the dearly departed lady in the coffin if she had a mind to get out, Lynn. LOL
Featured in the The Triple Name Club
Thank you very much for the honour, Kathryn.
Had to wipe a wee tear from me eye upon reading this. ((Laughing))
Here, Penni, have a tissue.
those darn kids!
Exactly ... the buggers never do exactly what we want in their best interests.
OMG LOL Hiliarious. Still laughing at how G's mother died and the descriptions of her in her coffin.
Marge, that's what happens when you hit the roof!
Magi,
I love the mixed cultural blends of your character's names. As a newbie to your work, I have some catching up to do! You're prolific!
I see these neatly arranged in two inch wide volumes, lusteriously illustrated. We spent our childhood steeped in the delightful worlds of L. Frank Baum. Thanks for the reminder.
The Surreal Circus
Welcome to Leprechania, Adrian! Take your time wading through the tales of another place in our here and now. I would love to have these published and illustrated. Enjoy!
I so needed this laugh today!!!!!!!!! Thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm glad that the little people helped in this regard, my friend.
Every week they do. Sometimes I come here solely for the levity, other times I pay closer attention to the satire. This week - levity! :)
It doesn't matter why you come ... as long as it has you smiling.
too funny honey
like Adrian says...the names are marvelous
Thank you, Jan. There are many more such names to come.
Just wonderful. I have a bit of back reading to do so expect comments on the past articles
And thank you, too, Grems. Enjoy the tales ... and I look forward to the comments.
It appears that poor Giovanni MacO'roni's Mother should have been cremated...then she wouldn't have all those problems with the coffin, Mag.
She was hedging her bets, Bob! She wanted to give God every help with her resurrection. LOL
This was just fun to read. Everything fit together like a picture puzzle. This is masterful writing. Your narrative is based on how G's momwould think about all the Protestant and other various going ons and then you double back to her accident, as if it were a prior reporting. You're playing with time spaces. That's super duper cool.
Bill, you are most generous.
I bow to you.
I am a great believer in " a try-before-you-buy" ...most prudent decision.
That's why I lived with my wife for a year before we got married 27 years ago. Yes, I know we were living in sin and doing things that were not exactly missionary conduct. My parents did not sit on the fence. They were definitely on my future wife's side. Well, I bared my soul and would take off my T-shirt, but it's rather chilly tonight and of course I'm too modest.
For an unknown reason, Gather has no "reply to this comment" for Bob. Perhaps don't buy but join the library!
Stay modest, Bill! LOL
Bare all, William, then you have nothiong to hide. Don't listen to Magi, I think he is rather a prude. Modesty never gets you anywhere.
Interesting.
Thank goodness that it is, Lynn!
This reminds me of a scene in The Meaning of Life and all that happens before the sperm song. This movie should be required viewing in grades 6 and higher. The kids already know what's going on from regular TV. Maybe after the movie they could have a prayer session and get arrested to enjoy the American freedom experience.
Is that really the American freedom experience, Bill? Perhaps the kids should enlist in the Leprechaun Mafia.
Sadly, prayer is illegal in our public schools. Yes, people have been arrested for praying in school. The US justice system is all about cold hard letters and little about real justice in my opinion.
It's pretty much the same here, Bill. Sadly so!
LOL Magi, poor Giovanni is in quite a pickle I hope his mother doesn't get all the screws out of the coffin or find that escape latch, he might end up like Norman Bates! Thanks for such a wonderful read to start my day off right!
He just may end up like Norman Bates, Debra. Lol
Debra, it is my pleasure to share smiles.
I have no idea at all as to who Norman Bates is. But never mind.
Oh Magi - Norman Bates was my first movie crush! He was played by Anthony Perkins in the Alfred Hitchcock movie 'Psycho', it's about a boy who had a very close relationship with his Mother.
Oh, Oedipus junior. LOL
You must now include a shower scene because of similarities to Norman's mother.
Bill, Gather is a family show ... and that doesn't mean showing! LOL
Striking names and good details...again new for me so I enjoy while engage myself in understanding the scenes.
Bhawana, it's all about smiling.
Yes, I noticed several instances where I had to suppress a smile to keep myself Puritan and chaste.
Puritan sex, Bob? That sounds a contradiction in terms.
Also, there is good evidence that the Puritans always have known how to put these distinctions to use. The very fact that Puritan babies were born--and born naked--surely is to he taken as an indication that they were conceived in the same way (i.e., conceived through the same sort of activity that is known to produce naked babies today).
And the fact that Puritan women tended to have many babies would suggest that, far from being sexless, they were most sucsexfull in promoting what in ecumenical circles is known as "organic union."
Further, the fact that their success was, in almost every case, monogamous, repeated, frequent, and of long duration may he taken as evidence that the Puritans had learned not only how to use sex but also how to enjoy it. Surely the transiency and profligacy of contemporary sex is a poor basis for the boast against Puritans that moderns are doing it more because they are enjoying it more. With sex as with smoking, the truth is probably quite the reverse.
This brings us to the finding that should put the Impuritans in their place and squelch their calumnious myth-making for all time. It is what has come to be known as the Probity Principle. We hinted at it a bit earlier:
In the symphony of sex, that moron is the maestro who begins on the right note and stays with it rather than fiddling around all over the place."
~Manuel for Puritan Sex~
The symphony of sex more correctly applies to Roman orgies, which were full of drunk morons fiddling while Rome burned. LOL
That's the way, Bill! Puritania will be so proud of you ... even make you into a role model.
Sort of like Bob's cranberry bog utopia.
Cranberries have a lot going for them, methinks.
Such a perfect title!
It is wholly holy - a big hit, even. LOL
This is absolutely hysterical. I wish I had time to read them all.
Why, thank you very much, Laurun. When you've got the time, the little people are here with smiles, waiting for you.
I was much too tired last night to read your latest, but I'm quite genki now and will get a cup of green tea and enjoy your words play.
Go you bravely forth, armed with you tea cup ... and enjoy.