Mar 17 2009
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Yes, I'm Irish. And this day blows.
As someone who was raised to believe that beef stew with more potatoes than beef was the height of culinary acheivement and that 26 + 6 = 1, let me just second what Eamonn Forde writes here:
It says everything about what it means to be Irish these days that the biggest parades take place hundreds of miles from Irish soil where a once-proud diaspora’s celebration of its past has been hijacked by anyone who has seen The Quiet Man and wants to get noisily bladdered. They may as well wear their heart on their sleeves and pay a gaggle of pale-faced colleens with pigs under their arms to spray the streets with whiskey and potatoes.In Alan Partridge’s phrase, “de big oidea” behind St Patrick’s Day today is to amplify every cultural cliché to the point where it is impossible to tell if it is parody, pastiche or homage.
Get my whisky the fuck out of your mouth, and your ass the fuck out of my bar.
