Lets not play to stereotypes and say that every Irishman is an alcoholic. I'm Irish and I wouldn't say that I was an alcoholic under any circumstance. That being said, we do need to address that I'm a big fan of recreational drinking and I know from first-hand experience that most of my Irish buddies are too. We wear our funny Irish t-shirts and we drink our dirty Irish whiskey and we have a blast. There's nothing wrong with that, is there?
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.
We should make this year different. The holy rollers should know by now that we're not going to stop the revelries of St. Patrick's Day while there is still Irish blood flowing free. I propose a simple solution. A meeting in the middle, as Danny Boy would have liked, is what is in order. We will, of course, continue to drink ourselves green on St. Patty's Day. The holy rollers, in turn, can sit patiently by the phone for our confessionals before they drive us home.
Now that I've settled the problem of all the Irish infighting, let us get back to the revelries. Let us say the Beer Prayer together, hold hands, and try not to spill whiskey on our funny Irish t-shirts while we steal drinks during the prayers. No one can stop the pride the Irish feel during Saint Patrick's Day. It may be a sodden, drunken festival...but it is OUR sodden, drunken festival. Erin go bragh, my friends!
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.
We should make this year different. The holy rollers should know by now that we're not going to stop the revelries of St. Patrick's Day while there is still Irish blood flowing free. I propose a simple solution. A meeting in the middle, as Danny Boy would have liked, is what is in order. We will, of course, continue to drink ourselves green on St. Patty's Day. The holy rollers, in turn, can sit patiently by the phone for our confessionals before they drive us home.
Now that I've settled the problem of all the Irish infighting, let us get back to the revelries. Let us say the Beer Prayer together, hold hands, and try not to spill whiskey on our funny Irish t-shirts while we steal drinks during the prayers. No one can stop the pride the Irish feel during Saint Patrick's Day. It may be a sodden, drunken festival...but it is OUR sodden, drunken festival. Erin go bragh, my friends!
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