The Older I Get The More Irish I Become

The_Real_Fly's picture

Growing up in a dominant Italian household, with pasta served every god damned night, I never bonded with my Irish side. My Father had died when I was 4, so I never got to know him or his side of the family. It was only when I got older did I begin to embrace my Irish side -- especially on St. Paddy's Day -- a day designated for everyone to embrace the Irish culture. It might bemuse you to learn that I regale myself in all of the traditional accouterments -- a full blown leprechaun trotting around in green garb, with dastardly designs at becoming as drunk as humanly possible.

Over the years, I've had many memorable St. Paddy's days, none of which included the fag parade. Typically, upon waking up, I toss the corned beef in a pot brimming with water, beer, and mustard seeds. After several hours of boiling the bastard, I always open up another beer (maybe 2) and pour it into the pot. Spending my time wisely, I drink a half dozen beers in record time -- write a bunch of shit on the internet, trade a few stocks, then I peel a bunch of potatoes and dice up some cabbage.

Making sure the beef is progressing according to schedule, I open the pot and poke at it -- as if I know what the hell I'm doing. Then I simply drop all of the potatoes and cabbage into the pot, cover it, and then forget it ever existed for the next two hours or so.

Dinner is well on its way.

My house is usually filled with guests, all wanting to eat boiled food and drink lots of strong beer, so we make more than one pot of corned beef. Sometimes I crock pot one -- or as my good friend likes to say, when pretending to be a world class chef, 'slow cook' it.

Soon enough, the company begins to pile in -- most clad in green garments or off-white cable knit sweaters -- looking like old seamen just back from a month at sea. "How was the catch?", I ask them. "Pretty good lad -- now get me a fargin' beer, would ya?"

"Aye."

We're playing the songs from the old country, naturally. Here are a few crowd pleasers.



After we've been properly inebriated, the fatty meat, potatoes, and cabbage are served, liberally. People usually bring their own corned beef -- so there's plenty to go around. The music is blasting and the beers are being consumed at an industrial rate. Not before long, whiskey and single barrelled scotch are being passed around like bubble gum in a little league baseball dugout. The men venture outside to smoke a pipe or cigar, any sort of tobacco, and the rest of the night becomes a slow motion blur -- intermingled between laughter, comical moments, and juvenile foolishness.

Alas, by the end of the night, we're all Irish -- outraged, mind you, by the treatment of 'our people' by those fucking Brits.

We wait one year hence and then do it all over again.

Happy St. Paddy's Day.
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IAmNumberSix's picture

Éirinn go Brách !!!

aloha_snakbar's picture

What is the difference between an Irish wedding and an Irish funeral? One drunk...

corporatewhore's picture

when i did the ancestral research on my great great great Irish grandmother i discovered that she was from a small hamlet in Ireland and that her DNA links me into being a collateral descendant of some American Revolutionary War and both sides of the Civil War heroes.  Of course the ones who arrived before America gained its independence had mutilated their last name, claimed to be French,  and adopted some form of Protestantism.  Female lineal descenants are in the DAR and male lineal descendants are SAR.

DNA studies on my family name (which I stumbled upon using Google) are fascinating as they prove the lie that so many Irish jumped through hoops to prove--that they weren't Irish.  They're not French or descendants of Spanish Royalty.  They're not English sailors.  They're Irish.  Own it. Embrace it. Celebrate it.

 

SweetDougisaTwat's picture

It is what genetically inferior races will do when they are of the same skin color as their betters.  Own that.

Vardaman's picture

God's greatest gift to the Irish:  The wheelbarrow.  It taught Paddy how to walk erect...

WokeNews's picture

Oh how I would love the be a fly on the wall at your st pat's get together.  Pun definitely inteded.

innertrader's picture

Had an locally famous IRISH Bar in my area until last year, when the "boys" (the FEDs) shut it down.  Which reminds me, the "boys" also shut down a 70+ year old famous Hamburger & Hotdog restaurant. 

It actually looked like they were enjoying it!!!  Taking all the locally famous pictures off the walls, they took everything!  Wonder how much ended up in the agents houses and garages?

 

Another reason for the FAIRTAX!!!

TRIUMPH with TRUMP!!!

SillySalesmanQuestion's picture

I toast you Fly, with a beer and a scotch!
Happy St Patrick's Day.

Can I come to your house next year?

SweetDougisaTwat's picture

Hell yeah!  And be sure to puke on your shoes when you visit me at my home next year.  You fucking Mick.

taketheredpill's picture

 

 

 

FAG

 

When I was in first year Engineering there was a guy in my class who was very loud and very popular.  He used to laugh a lot and party hard but the one thing that stuck out was how often he used the word "FAG".  He called everybody FAG and used the word A LOT.  Never met this guy before but it immediately struck me as strange.

Then about 2 months into my first term, one of my room-mates who was in a different class, asked me if I knew this guy.  I said yeah, why?

Then my room-mate described how he had answered a posting on a message board (an actual physical ad posted on an actual physical board...this is the olden times before the intertube was invented) looking for people to share a ride to Toronto.  My room-mate called the guy up and there was just the two of them in the car.

Halfway from Waterloo to Toronto, the dude from my class reaches over and gently squeezes my room-mates thigh.  My room-mate yelled at the guy, gets him to pull over and he jumps out on the side of the 401 highway.

So I hear about this and suddenly all the "FAG" this and "FAG" that suddenly makes sense.

And ever since then whenever I hear or read something where somebody goes out of their way to use the word "FAG" I remember that guy in my first year Engineering class.

 

 

847328_3527's picture

I grew up in a mixed Irish-Italian-Russian/Ukrainian neighborhood and had a great time. Safe streets, good food and great baseball, etc in the nearby park.

St Paddy's Day and Columbus Day, as well as events like St Anthony's Day were all wonderful feasts.

Too bad most of those don;t exist anymore. Too dangerous and people have scattered throughout the country, if not the world. Not many real "communities" in the USA anymore. Most people have no clue who live on their black any more.

New world out there and people don;t celebrate the various St Days much any more.

I miss that as well as miss celebrating Christmas with all the trees, angels, etc. materialistic to a certain extent but lots of fun.

jus_lite_reading's picture

I grew up in a similar neighborhood, minus the Russian/Ukrainians but plus German, Dutch, and British (all inclusive LOL). As you said, safe streets, good food and baseball every Saturday. We had zero crime, and when I say ZERO I am not trying to exaggerate. 

Then, around mid 90's, there was a flood of undesirable trash that was bussed in 2 towns down from us. You know the rest.

I went back to visit recently and things have changed for the worse but my town remains "OK" since they have the highest taxes and a police force that rules with an iron fist (if you're darker than Paddy O'Brian, the police will hunt you down) but the adjacent towns are total trash now. Most whites have moved out, and it doesn't look that nice anymore. Lots of FOR SALE signs around so... it goes without saying.

iamerican4's picture

https://www.google.com/#q=brutus+british+celt+hebrews+irish+gaelic&*

Seventy percent of Americans have Irish blood - the true blood of the Hebrews.

The Synagogue of Satan must be removed from Our Holy Shores, and the Khazars from England's throne, (((Gog))) and Babylon alike: as they continue to crucify The Christ in us all. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lXSBR047MMk

RagaMuffin's picture

I was begining to loose hope in the dude until he got to the word "whiskey"...........

cowdiddly's picture

Bullshit, he's still a dago, he did not even mention one fight or fisticuff being thrown after the rounds of whisky. IRISH MY ASS.

The_Real_Fly's picture

Lol. Getting too old for fights. Maybe next year I'll tell a story passed down to me from my father's family on St, Paddy's day, straight off the boat drunken Irishmen acting ridiculous.

Dan'l's picture

The last video above is the best. The red-headed Irish guy has the turned up nose, the teeth that are too big for his mouth and the wild drunken eyes bulging out of his head. 

BandGap's picture

"turned up nose, the teeth that are too big for his mouth and the wild drunken eyes bulging out of his head."

Here in the states this is termed "inbreeding".

keep the bastards honest's picture

Thats an english meme. Ugly english with sharp voices who dont get it.

There are manymany beautiful  irish girls. And  men. Beatiful voices and wonderful humour.  And the irish men are not circumicsed so they mature emotionally and bond with women.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y5gydvllKdM   Here are some. Check their teeth, uni degrees  and guess in which country they are playing.

or  this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zxjvNUNXhkU 

HenryHall's picture

>> Alas, by the end of the night, we're all Irish -- outraged, mind you, by the treatment of 'our people' by those fucking Brits.

Methinks that the Irish were British - at the times of the terrible maltreatment, the Great Hunger.

How about our people (British people) were terribly treated by our own people?

And we were - British, Irish and American alike. Don't think the Brits has it easy, read "The condition of the working class in England" by Friedrich Engels. Truly horrific reading and better than any modern horror stories.

keep the bastards honest's picture

No. Ireland was occupied for 900 years. You can still smell the stink of the english  in the east, way on the road drivng by farms  presold by by cromwell the  slaughterer. Not allowed to dance, speak gaelic, be educated, inheritance law changed so as to beggar them... they were all literate when Cromwell and then Good Queen Bess started the slave sales to the americans.

The english had it hard sure,  redcoat regiments all over ireland in the 1840's right next ot the mass graves of starved irsh men women and kiddies,  as they guarded 60 ships each day laden to the gunwhales  with record yields of good irish butter and cream, beef all the rest. Having to put up with irish, worth no more than a dog. 

Have always wondered, how Ireland which did not import potatoes, and was blight free while England had it, how did it get over. English were keen to kill off irish, knock down their homes poor or very nice 2 storey stone, the records of english parliament at that time discussing them are chilling. 

Irish are not like brits. Michael Murphy et al edited the Atlas of  the Great Irish Famine. It shows every english atrocity. Excellent large thick hardcover book for the coffee table, mate.

The  word  used by Brits for the appendages from the shoulder is Arms (to kill you with). Irish for that part of the body sounds like lovv, to put out and around you. They still love, home made food is everywhere made with love.  In London I vomited all night after paying a fortune for a meal of rotten fish and 2 smallprawns.

iamerican4's picture

"Trinity," by Leon Uris lays it out: the Irish had no famine, they were starved out - the papist church, in collusion with the Protestant Ascendancy, to push them as a counterweight to America against the thriving WASPs (as the illegals are pushed here now), and to profit the landlords who'd gained the productivity benefits of capital investment in the Agricultural Revolution.

BandGap's picture

Ah, and enforced by my Scots-Irish ancestors. My Scottish ancestors were paid by the bastard English to keep the Irish down. In the end we were all Irish.

 

iamerican4's picture

Irish, Scottish, and Welsh are "British": transplanted Hebrews having fled the satanic sodomites of what is now called "Islam."

The Khazar false-Jew "Thirteenth Tribe," whether on England's throne or in the City of London is the problem: (((Gog))) and their Christ-killing partners of pedo homo Babylon at Vatican Hill. 

fleur de lis's picture

English and Irish were muddling along just fine thank you very much until England caught the central banker infeststion.

Dutch central bankers could not worm their way around the English Kings and so it was decided to bring them to heel.

The cat's paw was Cromwell who was financed and who facilitated the horrific English civil wars.

The central bankers wormed their way back to London through official decree thanks to Cromwell, and the Anglo-Irish carnage began.

Both countries were infested with Bolsheviks. 

A Bolshevik by any other name still smells as bad.

In recent times things have cooled but the NWO overlords don't like that either, so both countries have been flooded with Bolsheviks in governance who drag down the cultures to sleazy Bolshevik levels, along with waves of angry, illiterate, unskilled, violent immigrants who think everybody owes them.

Left to themselves both countries would have formed their own agreements and treaties, but England and Ireland were the first two nations to be bludgeoned and dragged into the depraved NWO fold. 

Only now are we starting to understand the depth of criminality in governance that has been tormenting us for centuries on end.

 

 

 

jus_lite_reading's picture

A Bolshevik by any other name still smells as bad.

 

Which is why another World War is necessary. Let's just make sure that we purge the filth once and for all!

More_sellers_than_buyers's picture

Once upon a time in the kingdom of Heaven, God went missing for seven days.

Eventually, Michael the archangel found him. He inquired of God, "where were you?".

God sighed a deep sigh of satisfaction and proudly pointed downwards through the clouds; "look son, look what I'm after making". Archangel Michael looked puzzled and said, "what is it?"

God replied, "it's another planet but I'm after putting LIFE on it. I've named it Earth and there's going to be a balance between everything on it. For example, there's North America and South America. North America is going to be rich and south America is going to be poor, and the narrow bit joining them - that's going to be a hot spot.

Now look over here. I've put a continent of whites in the north and another one of blacks in the south. And then the archangel said, "and what's that green dot there?".

And God said "ahhh that's the Emerald Isle - that's a very special place. That's going to be the most glorious spot on earth; Beautiful Mountains, lakes, rivers, streams, and an exquisite coast line. These people here are going to be great craic and they're going to be found travelling the world. They'll be playwrights and poets and singers and songwriters. And I'm going to give them this black liquid which they're going to go mad on and for which people will come from the far corners of the earth to imbibe.

Michael the Archangel gasped in wonder and admiration but then seeming startled proclaimed: "Hold on a second, what about the BALANCE, you said there was going to be a balance.. God replied wisely. "Wait until you see the neighbours I'm going to give them"

TeethVillage88s's picture

If I am not mistaken the Dubliners made and LP with "The Who" and perhaps Roger Daltry made an LP with the Dubliners.

Q: WIth the high cost of Corned Beef these days, how can I relive the days of $1.50 a lbs... I'm thinking that Beef Tips or Beef Flank can be marinated with Vinegar, and various spices in the Refrigerator like Saure Bratten. Then cooked or boiled for an hour, then add cabbage & carrots for 15 minutes.

No one ever said I was a picky cook.

- Too bad there were few Men around when I grew up