One of the things that has always done my head in is how many American’s claim some sort of Irish descendency on St Patrick’s Day.
I don’t know why it bothers me so much, but it does.
This inner-boiling point reached new heights for me this year for 2 key reasons …
+ I now live here so get to see it first hand.
+ Trump is President, voted in by people who liked his ‘stop the immigrants’ message.
I’ve got to admit, I found it interesting watching so many people claim they were of Irish descent [when in reality, it was probably about 1/1000th Irish or that they once drank some Jameson’s whiskey] given the likelihood a great deal of them passionately want to stop any immigrants [read: anyone not white] enter the US … but hey, as we’ve seen with the gun laws, when America wants to, they can do crazy like few can do crazy.
Talking of crazy, have a look at this sign I saw outside an Irish pub that day.
Specifically, the last drink on the menu board …
Yeah … let’s all laugh at the drink called ‘car bomb’.
That’s funny isn’t it.
Something that killed so many people is a great way to celebrate St Patrick’s Day.
Maybe I’m wrong but I don’t think American’s would find it funny if a bar in London created a drink called 9/11 to celebrate July 4th, do you?
Yes, you can call it a bad joke. Or just plain ol’ cultural ignorance. But as I wrote years ago when the Borat movie came out, it’s amazing how people can laugh at human unpleasantness when it’s not about them and wrapped up in ‘humour’ to make the bitterness appear less ugly.