01.31
Thopoles
You poor, ignorant fools cannot begin to guess how much I enjoy Saint Patrick's Day each year. While we're on the subject, I'm going to go right out on a limb and admit that the binge drinking has a lot to do with it. Yes, I am a rare breed...I am an honest Irishman. I can actually hear some of the people reading this getting mad about the stereotypical drunk Irishman in his funny Irish t-shirt drinking and singing gaelic all night long. For them, I just want to say: I may be in denial, but I've never met an alcoholic in my life.
Each year we get only one holiday where we can be the heroes. No one thinks about we Sons of the Emerald Isle on the other drinking holidays, do they? We can wear our funny Irish t-shirts, dye our hair red, and dance a jig on the top of the bar and no one would say anything to us. We pull those kind of shenanigans on New Year's Eve, and we're likely to spend the night in the slammer.
So, I propose a question to my dear, fellow Irish-American brothers and sisters: Why must we bicker so? We all come from the same roots, so there should be no reason we have to fight about what it means to be an Irishman. Perhaps my partying days will slip past me as I get older, but right now I just want to be happy and drunk. I'll go to Mass with the old-timers next year, maybe.
This infighting has to stop, my dear fellow Irishmen. If we have to lie down our beers while they lie down their rosary just so we can figure out how to get along, then so be it. Here's a brilliant idea: The holier-than-thou clan can leave us alone during Saint Patrick's Day, and we'll promise to come straight to the church for confession the next day. The drinkers win, the bake-sellers win, and God wins.
I'm not giving up the one time of year we get to be the shining, drunken, stumbling stars of the show. Years ago, people would have scoffed at the idea of "Irish pride". Our people were looked at like vermin. All this time later, we are now treated just like every other red-blooded American. If that's not a reason to toast our glasses together and slosh beer all over our funny Irish t-shirts, I really don't know what is.
Each year we get only one holiday where we can be the heroes. No one thinks about we Sons of the Emerald Isle on the other drinking holidays, do they? We can wear our funny Irish t-shirts, dye our hair red, and dance a jig on the top of the bar and no one would say anything to us. We pull those kind of shenanigans on New Year's Eve, and we're likely to spend the night in the slammer.
So, I propose a question to my dear, fellow Irish-American brothers and sisters: Why must we bicker so? We all come from the same roots, so there should be no reason we have to fight about what it means to be an Irishman. Perhaps my partying days will slip past me as I get older, but right now I just want to be happy and drunk. I'll go to Mass with the old-timers next year, maybe.
This infighting has to stop, my dear fellow Irishmen. If we have to lie down our beers while they lie down their rosary just so we can figure out how to get along, then so be it. Here's a brilliant idea: The holier-than-thou clan can leave us alone during Saint Patrick's Day, and we'll promise to come straight to the church for confession the next day. The drinkers win, the bake-sellers win, and God wins.
I'm not giving up the one time of year we get to be the shining, drunken, stumbling stars of the show. Years ago, people would have scoffed at the idea of "Irish pride". Our people were looked at like vermin. All this time later, we are now treated just like every other red-blooded American. If that's not a reason to toast our glasses together and slosh beer all over our funny Irish t-shirts, I really don't know what is.
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