Personally, I have a lot of sympathy for Loyalist outrage at the limits on when the Union Flag (memo to RTé: it's 'Union Flag' and not 'Union Jack') flies at City Hall in Belfast.
After all, you don't get people in Wales saying they find it offensive. And regardless of what the Shinners and the Alliance Party would like us to believe they are still a part of the United Kingdom.
But having said that, Nordies of all persuasions seem incapable of having a rational debate without resorting to petrol bombs and riots.
But we shouldn't be too smug down South, either.
The Continuity IRA, the Real IRA, the actual IRA (what's next, The People's Front Of Judea?) and all the other groups of thugs pretending to be 'patriots' have been growing in confidence in the last 12 months.
And they further proved that in Limerick the other day when Republican Sinn Féin held an open rally and march in Limerick and threatened to kill any Irish person who joins the British armed forces.
Someone called Michael Kiely read from a statement and said: "The moment you don a British uniform you become a legitimate target for the IRA."
Well, following that logic, I presume Mr Kiely now accepts that he is a legitimate target for British special forces?
Um, slight overreaction perhaps?
Frankly, it's the little things in life that make us all want to go on a killing spree.
Take your bins, for instance.
You have green ones, black ones, yellow ones, and bin-related issues reached farcical levels over the Christmas when a friend of mine had her bin tags stolen, which is surely the worst theft ever.
But when they're not collected on time, it's a right pain in the bum – so how do you react?
Well, in my case I just grumble and mutter darkly under my breath and then . . . bravely do absolutely nothing about it.
Now, obviously nobody would ever dream of condoning producing a fire arm in any circumstance.
But you kinda have to admire this guy's dedication to domestic hygiene.
Lock him up and throw away the key