Patricks Day has been and gone. Globally reknowned as the greatest piss up on earth. Americans drink green beer through straws, while here we drink cheap Danish swill from cans and expensive Irish whiskey from the bottle (my apologies to Messrs Tuborg and Jameson for ruining your image). But on this most Irish of days one of my friends refused to listen to Irish music of any kind. This same lad hates it when ‘Irish people speak Irish to each other. Its annoying’. He’s about as Irish as the Union Jack (which is, interestingly enough, a quarter Irish but for the sake of my point we’ll ignore that).
What I’m getting at is that on the most Irish day in the year, during one of the most horrific recessions in history, at the peak of American globalisation this person is refusing to maintain any hint of Irishness. There’s nothing to be ashamed of, we’re Irish and whatever the state of our economy or system of government we must never ever forget this. If we do then they’ve won. Who are they? People like my friend. The naysayers. Fuck ‘em. Éire abú
