Friday, March 17, 2017

St. Patrick’s Day

If you’re Irish and it means something to you, then best wishes on St. Patrick’s Day. Here in America it’s another excuse to party, drink way too much, and contribute more to the stereotypes that the Irish all sound like Barry Fitzgerald (“Faith ‘n’ begorah, Father O’Malley!”).

According to my sources, St. Patrick’s Day is a much bigger deal here than it is in Ireland, and they treat it the same way we do when the French go nuts over Jerry Lewis; it’s an inexplicable cultural phenomenon more than the celebration of a saint. But if it’s all fun and games and no one gets hurt, hey, have fun.

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  1. Please note: the Irish were dirty immigrants once upon a time, who couldn’t be trusted in elected office. And they were Catholic who pledged allegiance to the Pope, not the American flag so John Kennedy had to promise he’d cut ties with the Vatican in order to run for President. And today the illegals among them, and there still are quite a few, have no fear of CIS coming after them because . . . (guess) . . they aren’t dark complected. Nor do they practice that nasty Muslim faith. And our Dear President marches in the parade to honor them.

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