bullpuppet

My heritage is Irish. I don't say "top o'the mornin' to ya" and I don't drink green beer. My irish eyes are not always smiling and don't tell me I look like a fucking leprechaun. I don't beleive that everyone is Irish on St. Patricks day. This is a holiday that is intended to celebrate an Itallian Christian who wiped out the tradition of paganism in Ireland. The native religion was murdered, sold into slavery, or converted by force. I have a hard enough time swallowing that one. But now even that is lost on the American public and the holiday has been reduced to a drinking party. I'm not saying I don't have a good time for the holiday. I did drink Jameson's, because I like Jameson's, and I did play irish music with my wife (she play's fiddle) and friends because that's what we do year round anyway. It is, to me, a day to celebrate the heritage that is mine to celebrate and to pay homage to my ancestors who had it harder than any of us, between being forced to deny their religion, being fucked with and starved by the British, or just trying to establish themselves in a new country where they were not accepted and heavily discriminated against. So the next time you celebrate "St. Patty's Day" by drinking to excess, listening to fake irish music, dying your cheap american beer green, and handing out green mardigras beads, think about this. Would you celebrate Kwanza by eating fried chicken and watermellon and drinking malt liqour? No. Why? Because that would be rascist.