If the US gov can’t route the taliban from Afghanistan they aren’t going to route the Scotch-Irish from Appalachia.
The Irish have a long tradition of resisting tyranny. I always liked this old Irish folk ballad:
Hunted from out our father's home, pursued by steel and shot
A bloody warfare we must wage or the gibbet be our lot
Hurrah! This war is welcome work, the hunted outlaw knows
He steps unto his country's love o'er the corpses of his foes
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unfortunately here so many descendants of the Irish move to big cities and turn into the very kind of spineless Statist pussies that would make their revolutionary forefathers vomit.