I was truly offended this week by the stereotyping of the Irish at Saint Patrick’s Day. Isn’t it bad enough that our patron saint is really British? Now we have to be serenaded every March with bad versions of “Danny Boy” funny hats, and green beer. Really, do we celebrate Saint Joseph’s day by dressing as carpenters, showing our butt cracks, and pretending to be Joey the Carpenter? Are we supposed to carry bows and arrows on Valentine’s Day to honor that Saint? I don’t think so.
I think all Gaelic American’s should rise up as one and say “NO” to overcooked corned beef, which really is Jewish anyway, flat green beer, and drunk jokes. I intended to handle this like a 21st century American.
Step one is by organizing “The Pub Crawl to End Irish Discrimination”. Gaelic American everywhere stand up for your right to fall down!
Step two is to go on Ellen, get a really nice gift, and blame everything on my parents, or society or Congress, or anyone, just as long as I don’t have to take any responsibility.
Step three is to stop typing, and go get a cocktail. I warned you about attempts at humor and or sarcasm, after all.