by nefarious behavior of radically alcoholic Irish Catholics.
I’m recurring to the quote I reproduced here:
Meanwhile, Rabbi Brad Hirschfield, a producer and host for Bridges TV who worked alongside the Hassans, said “now is not the time†to debate the cultural and religious context of the murder that appears to be an honor killing inspired by Aasiya Hassan’s desire to divorce her husband.
“There will be time for that later,†Hirschfield said in a statement obtained by FOXNews.com. “I will only say to those who leap to the conclusion that this kind of thing is intrinsic to Islam, ask yourselves if you think that drunkenness is intrinsic to Irish Catholics, or cheating in business is to Jews?â€
I would like to stress, as a moderately alcoholic Irish Catholic that I in no way condone the soused activities of radically alcoholic Irish Catholics, such as bar-fighting, singing “Danny Boy” in an obstreperous voice, or accidentally setting fire to entire cities whilst attempting to re-enter their abodes after last call. As a member of the Society for Irish-American Relations, I do detest and abjure such behavior in the strongest possible terms–especially the last.
None of this is intrinsic to either Irishness or Catholicism. There is no record of Jesus (or any Pope that I’m aware of) encouraging any of these behaviors. In fact, Jesus is said to have performed a Miracle at Cana after the partying was in full swing, suggesting that he was a moderate tippler rather than a full-blown toper. (And as for his Irishness, it’s clearly suggested by the family name, O’Nazareth). In short, there is no scriptural authority in our religion for the stentorian bellowing of ballads, nor for jolly fisticuffs in public watering holes, much less unintentional arson.
Unfortunately, some pre-Christian Celtic practices seem not to have been sufficiently snuffed out by the coming of St. Patrick to the Emerald Isle, and some of these paganisms have been imported to Canada, the United States, and even Mexico, where they have been nurtured by barkeeps affiliated with radically alcoholic organizations such as Jameson’s and Jose Cuervo. So, the next time some Harrigan punches you in the eye out of high spirits or a McManus builds a small fire on the porch of the next door house in order to rediscover where the lock is, or you are subjected to all the verses of “Danny Boy,” please keep this in mind and accept our apologies for the general conflagration and/or discomfiture.
Gimme that old time religion
Gimme that old time religion
Gimme that old time religion
It’s good enough for me.
We will worship like the Druids,
Running naked through the woods,
Drinkin’ strange fermented fluids,
It’s good enough for me.
(I don’t know who came up with the filk song above, btw… there are about a zillion verses to it floating around).
Apologies, hell. If people weren’t such awful racists all the eye punching and arson wouldn’t be necessary. Respect the sacred inebriation, and Kiss me, I’m Irish. We won’t have any trouble then, will we?
I don’t know who came up with the filk song above
I did, thankyouverymuch.
What about the Scotch-Irish? We’re the radical sect, getting kicked out of not one, but two countries.
Plus, we’re likely fookin’ orange bastards.
I suggest you start your own grievance organization. We already have our hands full.
Aye….er, I mean “ok”.
I’ll have ye know we dinna put our spouses in the woodchipper “head” first. And if ye calls me a drunken coward I’ll have to thump ye about the head and burn down your patio.
Scots-Irish?
“Indian killing is in no way representative of scots-irish culture”
Let me just say, as someone with a signifigant fraction of Irish heritage (one set of paternal grandparents were straight off the boat), what is often characterized as bar-room brawling by the eeeeeevil, knuckle-dragging, intolerant, fly-over country, holier-than-thou WASPs, is in facft an ancient form of Irish dancing…
And all that ceaseless and repetitive folk song singing? Simply good Catholics warming their voices up for, ahem, church…
Whatever, we don’t have to justify behaviour to the intolerant majority…
It’s our culture, Man!…So Deal!…
Plus, we likes the moonshine, and ye breathe nary a werd ah this to them damn revenuers, or ye’ll get the back o’ me hand.
Hey Dan! I assume that you’re unlike Jeff in that you have some ability to interpret a text. Here’s one of the relevant biblical texts on Jesus and drinking. Have fun.
Luke 7: 31-34 (King James version) “And the Lord said, Whereunto then shall I liken the men of this generation? and to what are they like? They are like unto children sitting in the marketplace, and calling one to another, and saying, We have piped unto you, and ye have not danced; we have mourned to you, and ye have not wept. For John the Baptist came neither eating bread nor drinking wine; and ye say, He hath a devil. The Son of man is come eating and drinking; and ye say, Behold a gluttonous man, and a winebibber, a friend of publicans and sinners!”
I’m mostly a beerbibber.
“The Trail of Tears? Little Big Horn? Red Stick War? That was the work of a tiny minority of extremists!”
Hey Ric … so in the past few weeks you’ve found absolutely nothing else a tad more pertinent to comment on?
The Caricature returns. Timmah is sure to follow. What an ass.
Ric is a very religious man, I’ve noticed.
Actually, he is a churchgoing man, urthshu.
Its probly why he gets treated badly here. He’s like a god-bothering Jehovah’s Witness that knocks on the door at strange intervals
Wait until the Irish discover crack. What fun when they try to take it from the…………….
There’s a man standin’ over there,
What is his color, I don’t care.
He’s my brother,
Lettuce lives with peas.
Oh oh oh oh
He’s my brother,
Lettuce, oh lettuce lives with peas.
“(And as for his Irishness, it’s clearly suggested by the family name, O’Nazareth)”
Thank you for that. I will be giggling the rest of my day off…
Its fine that he is, Dan. My faith is not his version, though.
The Irish have known about it for a long time, alp.
Wow Dan, that’s ironic.
What’s next? Schlitz Malt Liquor is brewed in Darby?
Hey Ric … so in the past few weeks you’ve found absolutely nothing else a tad more pertinent to comment on?
I’d be particularly interested in Prof. Caric informing us on which of his campaign promises (other than missiling the fuck out of Pockeeeeeeeeeestawn) Obama is planning to keep.
I’m Scotts Irish. We like to drink, but we’re continually counting the cost.
I Belong to Dublin
I’ve been wi’ a couple o’ cronies,
One or two pals o’ my ain;
We went in a hotel, and we did very well,
And then we came out once again;
Then we went into anither,
And that is the reason I’m fu’;
We had six deoch-an-doruses, then sang a chorus,
Just listen, I’ll sing it to you:
Chorus
I belong to Dublin,
Dear old Dublin town;
But what’s the matter wi’ Dublin,
For it’s goin’ roun’ and roun’!
I’m only a common old working chap,
As anyone here can see,
But when I get a couple o’ drinks on a Saturday,
Dublin belongs to me!
There’s nothing in keeping your money,
And saving a shilling or two;
If you’ve nothing to spend, then you’ve nothing to lend,
Why that’s all the better for you!
There no harm in taking a drappie,
It ends all your trouble and strife;
It gives ye the feeling that when you get home,
You don’t give a hang for the wife!
Chorus
Just Reparations, SBP
I’m surprised that nobody seems to have suggested this as the origin of the expression.
Can’t swing a cat in this place without bumping into some mick.
I tell people I’m Scottish, but I’m 3/4 Irish. Or rather, 150-proof.
Hey, perfesser daddyhate is back. Do you pray that your daddy dies a horrible death at your church, perf? Father’s Day is around the corner, and I believe florists can send a dozen black roses to your dad to show your disgust. It’ll definitely stimulate the economy.
My wife is Scottish Kate, straight out of Glasgow, and my kids are half Scotch and half water.
Does anyone know what the fuck the perfessers point is supposed to be?
Other than the top of his head, I mean.
Ah, I remember Dublin. Mostly. Went on a self-guided James Joyce pub tour, and never made it out of the first pub. Ah, me fellow Irish are a charming lot, especially when they’re buying for the lass returning from America.
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NOB. The original title is,”Glasgow Belongs to Me” My stepfather had a beautiful deep bass voice. He sang in a couple of barbershop quartets. He was raised in a little town in Northumbria. A truly dickensian upbringing. When he walked in the door after a saturday night he’d belt that song right out.
A wee,”deoch-an-doruse” was the drink the publican gave you as you were walking out the door at closing time. For our midwest purposes pronounced, dunkindoris.
The only party were I ever blacked out was in Glasgow.
My ancestors were from Orkney: Scottish-Norwegish—they majored in pillage and plunder and wore pointy metal hats mostly.
If you fancy bumping into some moderately alcoholic Irish Catholics, the Oyster Festival in Galway is a pretty good place to start. I was there in 07 and the tickets were around 70 euro. Once inside, the Guinness was free (!), and so were the oysters. I had 4 doz. What an unbelievable rumpus, what with all the free stout, dancing and chatting up going on. I don’t think many of them felt victimized by anything other than excessive drink.
(other than missiling the fuck out of Pockeeeeeeeeeestawn)
Anyone catch ObaMao’s Canadian adventure the other day? When he referenced his upcoming trip to Denmark he pronounces it Co Pen Hah Gen like he’s some sort of sooperjenyus world traveller Presentdent.
It’s Co Pen Hay Gen. Or, at least so says Mirriam Webster.
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Wonderful Copenhagen
My ancestors were from Orkney
Hide the sheep!
When he referenced his upcoming trip to Denmark he pronounces it Co Pen Hah Gen like he’s some sort of sooperjenyus world traveller Presentdent.
In Danish, it’s spelled København, and unless you speak Danish, I wouldn’t bother trying to pronounce it. Co Pen Hah Gen is OK.
In the last week, Hillary Clinton has met with the Norks, John F. Kerry has delivered Obama’s mail to the butcher Assad, and our AG has labeled America a nation of cowards.
I’d love to see the message traffic going back and forth between the worlds bad guys.
The giddy factor would probably make a high school girls’ dating conversation look absolutely Churchillian.
TMJ,
Where the devil have you been, old boy?
Yeah, Ko Pen HAY Gen is a chewing tobacco, not a city.
The confusion on pronunciation of vowels comes from the fact that most Germanic languages treat pronounce “long a” as in “father”, not as in “fate”. English is considered part of the Germanic family by linguists, but due to cross-channel pollution from the Normans, it’s really a bastard child of the Germanic and Romance families. I’m not sure either wants to claim it.
Yeah, Ko Pen HAY Gen is a chewing tobacco, not a city.
[foxworthy]
If you think the Copenhagen Interpretation has something to do with chewing tobacco, you might be a redneck.
[/foxworthy]
Silver –
Still in Utah, just spending about sixty hours a week in a hole up in Salt Lake.
I regret the time away from my family but acknowledge that the job has probably kept me sane by insulating me from most news. And without people like me the Federal government would be powerless to prevent credit deadbeats, house flippers, and politicians from suffering the consequences of their actions.
Forgive me, but sometimes I do feel like a fool.
Life is good, end of empire, rise of communinism, and coming of the second Great Depression aside. Food in the basement, good neighbors, family is relatively healthy, and The Job. Could be worse.
Probably get that way by spring. I give thanks I don’t live on a coast. Every day.
And as for his Irishness, it’s clearly suggested by the family name, O’Nazareth
Oh, come now. There’s much more than that to tell you Jesus wsa Irish,
1: At age 35, he was still unemployed and bumming aroudn with his buddies.
2: He died after a night spent drinking with his buddies
3: His mother thought he was God
4: He thought his mother was a virgin.
:-)
It’s good to have you back, TMJ. Sixty hours a week – that must be one hell of a hole by now.
My ancestors would get all gassed up on warm beer, shoot a couple of rounds into the ceiling, and then try to march into Poland or Russia. Fortunately, they were not Catholic nor even Christian; they were pagans with a bad case of the runes.
In Danish, it’s spelled København, and unless you speak Danish, I wouldn’t bother trying to pronounce it.
Which is true of pretty much any Danish word. A Danish lass tried to teach me the proper pronunciation when I was there awhile back. Something that sounded sorta like cope-NOGGIN was as close as I could come. You gotta smash the syllables all together and say it way back in your throat. It was a bit disconcerting trying to chat up pretty Danish girls when they are sitting there smiling away but keep sounding like they are about to spit on you.
B Moe,
The ø is kind of like the German ö, but more in the back of the throat and guttural, and the havn, well, the v is pronounced as a w, and like you say, the whole thing is kind of like hawking before spitting. I went to school here and here, where they tried, with limited success, to get me to speak Danish.
I like to visit every now and then to see Protein Wisdom’s version of the right-wing freak show. In many ways, Jeff and Dan have become even more entertaining than Rush, Sean, Alan Keyes, Glenn Beck, and other blowhards. Keep up the good work.
Weds. morning links…
Dodd also has a place in Ireland. How to pols accumulate so much wealth?
How do photochromic eyeglass lenses work?
A fish with eyes in the back of his head – and all over.
Shea Stadium is gone
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