This is where I stopped reading.
A drunken Irish shrew who won't shut her yap. Who knew?
1 Corinthians 11:3 But I would have you know, that the head of every man is Christ; and the head of the woman is the man; and the head of Christ is God.
There was an Irish family living next door to my family when I grew up. The man Irishman (a jockey) would knock the living daylights out of the woman Irishman (ugly and shouty) and both of them drank like thirsty fish (and their legion of screaming kids were ginger).
It came as no surprise to me that God smote him with a heart attack.
YIC