St. Patrick’s Day
A holiday of my people, the Irish. Sigmund Freud once said of the Irish:
This is one race of people for whom psychoanalysis is of no use whatsoever
Indeed. Others should be thankful for beer. It’s the only reason the Irish don’t rule the wolrd.
Of course, there’s also the sad fact that my people, left to their own devices, will create a shithole like Boston.
Update: Made it green so you can’t pinch my blog
March 17th, 2007 at 4:50 pm
I’m sitting back with some Guinness as I type this.
(which makes this the last thing I type for a general, public audience today)
“American by birth… Irish by the grace of God.”
March 17th, 2007 at 4:51 pm
Saint Michael sees God busy at work and asks, “What are You doing, Lord?”
God says, “I’m making the world”.
Saint Michael asks, “What’s Your plan?”
God says, “I’m trying for balance. Arid deserts and lush valleys. Rocky mountains and rolling plains. Humid jungles and pleasant beaches. Wolves and deer. Snakes and eagles. Well … you get the picture.”
Saint Michael says, “I understand but You missed a spot. There’s this beautiful little island in the North Atlantic that’s never too hot or too cold, has no wolves or snakes, no inhospitable mountains or dry deserts. Where’s the balance there?”
And God says, “Wait till you see what bastards I’m giving them for neighbors”.
March 17th, 2007 at 8:11 pm
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