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17 March 2013 @ 08:24 am
St. Patrick's Day - Bah humbug!  
Last year I posted a poem by Frank Delaney that pretty well sums up my feelings towards the modern incarnation of St. Patrick's Day. Since absolutely nothing has happened in the past year to change my mind, I'll just share the poem again.

Drowning The Shamrock
- By Frank Delaney

"Hail glorious Saint Patrick dear saint of our isle
On us thy poor children look down with a smile —"
But I'm not singing hymns and I'm not saying prayers
No, I'm gritting my teeth as I walk down the stairs
And into the street with these louts fiercely drinking
And screeching and lurching, and here's what I'm thinking —
They're using a stereotype, a narrow example,
A fraction, not even a marketing sample
To imitate Ireland, from which they don't come!
So unless that's just stupid, unless it's plain dumb,
All these kids from New Jersey and the five boroughs
And hundreds of cities, all drowning their sorrows,
With bottles and glasses and heads getting broken
(Believe me, just ask the mayor of Hoboken)
All that mindlessness, shouting and getting plain stocious —
That isn't Irish, that's simply atrocious.
I've another word too for it, this one's more stinging
I call it "racism." See, just 'cause you're singing
Some drunken old ballad on Saint Patrick's Day
Does that make you Irish? Oh, no — no way.
Nor does a tee-shirt that asks you to kiss them —
If they never come back I surely won't miss them
Or their beer cans and badges and wild maudlin bawling
And hammered and out of it, bodies all sprawling.

They're not of Joyce or of Yeats, Wilde, or Shaw.
How many Nobel Laureates does Dublin have? Four!
Think of this as you wince through Saint Patrick's guano —
Not every Italian is Tony Soprano.



I just don't see the point of having a national day of drunkenness.

Today, the only thing I'll be doing for the holiday is wearing green - and I'm only doing this because I have to work in a homeowner's association full of old, retired men.  If I'm not wearing green, I know that at least one of them will try to pinch me.  That is another reason I dislike St. Patrick's Day.  Any holiday that encourages uninvited invasion of my personal space is incredibly unwelcome.