And Sir Warren of Ellis says it best:

[angelophile]

"The next person to wish me a happy St Pat’s Day will have their ISP anonymously informed that they download pictures of dogs fucking babies. I’ve slept with Irish girls and gotten drunk in Belfast, which makes me more Irish than 99% of you — and, whoops, here’s the clue train pulling up to the station, and it says I’m not Irish and neither are 99% of you so you can stick St Pat’s Day up your arse.

If you want to celebrate St Pat’s today, eat a raw potato, build a house out of peat and get yourself shot by an Englishman.

And guess what? If you were born in America, you’re not Irish, you’re fucking American. Deal with it.

(Though I still advise American tourists in Europe to tell people they’re Canadian at all times.)

This was your Daily Truth. Please return to your duties. Thank you."

Amen.

Comments

[kirke-novak.livejournal.com]

Frankly, that's how I feel about Halloween. Only 10 years ago it's been an exotic holiday that we could se only on telly, then the clubs started to have 'Halloween Nights' and this year, I've heard that some kids had been TorT. I swear, any kid that knocks my door that day, is going to get a mouthful.

[angelophile.livejournal.com]

My thoughts on Halloween aren't even printable.

[tadiera.livejournal.com]

See, though.
I figure if the "African-American" community can have their made up holiday of Kwaanza that I have to recognize, I can height my grandparent's land of birth and get damn drunk with people. :D

[wal-lace.livejournal.com]

Not-Caitlin, my flatmate, is from Galway. She is marking St Patrick's Day by eating pizza and watching Dame Edna.

She seems to find nothing regrettable or strange in this, although earlier today she did linger by the beer displays in the supermarket.