In which we once again pay homage to that merry race of delightfully irascible inebriates. Happy St. Patrick’s Day & fook yez ull!
By The Promethean Times Editorial Staff
Before we get started, we should confess something: despite the cruel, ignorant and generally irresponsible things we say about people, places and things, it may surprise our readers to know that we hold in great affection many of those very subjects we skewer so mercilessly.¹ Chief among these beloved foils are the Irish. Although we will continue to mock these hapless, potato-munching inebriates until our dying day, the fact that Tardsie and Smaktakula have between them made a combined five trips to the Emerald Isle should to a large degree demonstrate Promethean Times‘ love for the Micks.
The Irish are a warm, gregarious people, who, despite the startling number of fistfights in which they regularly engage, are rightly known for their genial natures. Although theirs is a bittersweet history, full of famines, oppression and drunkenness, it’s difficult not to admire a people…
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Ireland is a great place, and the people are as warm and friendly as you say. And the accent is an absolutely delight. I used to love listening to my Irish grandma say shan’t.
It’s such a lovely accent, isn’t it? It must’ve been neat to hear your grandmother speak. My grandma also had an accent, but not nearly so charming. Nobody ever accused the Krauts of sounding pleasant.
It really is. I have fond memories of her Irish lilt.
I’ve only been to Ireland once, years ago. It was such a great experience traveilng about the country and also having the chance to meet relatives in Sligo. I’d love to return.
What a great opportunity! I would love to meet my European relatives, although it might be hard for us to converse. I hope you get back there again sometime. Hell, I hope I do too, although I think my big travelling days are on hold for the next decade or so, but you never know.
I hope so, too. Ireland remains among one of my favorite places.
It was interesting getting my relatives’ perspective of things, which was decidedly different than my own. I was asked, for example, “How would your parents feel if you married a Protestant?”
You’re right, you never know. Hope you’re back very soon.
I see I already commented on this one. Can’t believe I’ve been hanging out here for more than a year now. That explains a lot…
Me too. I shudder to think what my shrink will say of my prolonged exposure to this, Carrie…
You mean your shrink hasn’t already given up on you?…
He can’t – he’s restrained in the room next to mine.
Keeps muttering things like “Go away” and “Make him shut up”.
The orderlies say it’s one of the wierdest cases they’ve seen…
I’m part Irish… just don’t know which part….!
Hopefully not your drinking arm. Perhaps your dancing feet or twinkling eyes?