Himself has been in the poitín.
You know, back in the old days in Ireland, everyone would have felt sorry for poor old Joe and matched him up with a lovely girl from the neighboring village - aye, a bit slow but pretty enough in the face, to be sure. She'd fix him his tea, remind him to wash before Mass, and put another piece of turf on the fire so he didn't freeze to death in the winter. Sitting quietly together one evening, she'd look at the portrait of JFK hanging above the mantle, tenderly pat Joe's hand and say, "See, Joe? Anything's possible in Amerikay."
And indeed it is.