Just to clarify regarding the previous entry.....I am not unaware of the massive genetic commonality between the major historical inhabitants of the 'British Isles' entire, as that is the big news lately there.....being of English-and-Scottish descent is not much different from being Irish -- except in terms of the culture. And I haven't got issues with culture except when people are bass-ackwards arseholes within and without their own turf, so that's not any sort of real general issue there these days. Actually, if one goes back far enough in the course of history......well, let's not go back "ancient times" on everyone, shall we? -- but at any rate, I'm sure that I have been Irish at some point. It's still not worth getting all ritually-conformist over, imho...

"Blood" is not merely made up of physically-genetic material but of cultural experiences and all the evolved traits that get ingrained into a people in the course of their travails and strife and struggles. Some have very similar struggles, and yet wind up meeting them in significantly different ways -- not saying that one is better or worse overall as that they have different impacts and role-impressions on those who come after in the lineage -- and those are the things that one embraces or not in the blood, and must make do with as they are learned and recognised. Perhaps it's largely mindgame, that one will have a different visceral response to hearing one ethnic or national name over another...and yet that mindgame's been being played for centuries and on both sides to build it up so strong.

Perhaps a little "deconstruction" of such things is in order, if people can take apart the conflation of trait with technicality -- seeing as we are, vis-a-vis "Britain", so much more alike than not...and vis-a-vis humanity in general, stronger in goodly mixture than when isolated and enforced to "purity". Perhaps we can look more clearly at our real similarities/commonalities, and our real and individual differences as well, and what they really mean....


(But that still means no more pinching in the bars, ya loutish drunken oafs....and everyone else as well...:P)
:O:O:O:O OMGOMGOMG....*hyperventilates*.....I SWEAR I DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT THE EARRINGS!!!1!1!! IT WAS NOT PLANNED, TOTALLY _ NOT _ PLANNED....but anyhow, still one up on you....:P

We'll get back to that other thing later......*mutters suspiciously*


....There, was that completely and totally vague enough? Shall I try harder? Really? Oh, I'm sure that I can; there's no doubt of that whatsoever....hell, we can even throw in ketchup and bunnies and....Doritos? Hmmm.....better think about that one..../:)


And for anyone wondering what I did to celebrate St. Patrick's Day....I'm not bloody Irish, I'm bloody Scottish!!! And a few other things too!!! (Sexy mutts rule, baby...B-)...)

But anyhow, the old music's good stuff -- not the rowdy bar stuff but the Thomas Moore and aulder such, as in turn of the 19th century and back...and I wasn't averse to singing through some of them with my mother at the piano when she was over today. Anything that actually sounds good on a harp or bagpipes or a solitary flute, I can certainly appreciate, as it gives a sense of the land itself. Not to mention that they have the right idea when it comes to fighting for liberty and preferring death or prison to rising to fame at the cost of one's honour and over the backs of one's compatriots. Call me whatever you like, but I've no liking for John Wayne as the pugilistic patron playactor of the day, nor do I care much about all the O'Somethings and Mac-whosits and how many of them you can crowd into a rollicking verse before you fall down puking green beer on the floor......yeah, and this is coming from someone who lives within the suburban radius of Chicago, where the Mayor is Daley and the river is dyed green. To quote George Carlin, whoop-de-shit. That way's not the Irish celebrating Ireland nor Ireland's religion (anywhich way :-|), it's an Irish-American holiday that's gotten foisted onto the collective American holiday calendar to sell beer and novelties with -- perhaps as well out of some karmic bounceback for having treated Irish emigrants as shite when they landed in America -- and now culminating in the massive conceit that one ought to wear green (or be pinched) and pretend to be Irish for a day, 'cause everyone's Irish on Saint Paddy's day, don't you know.......

Erm, yeah right. Green-pissin' malarkey that is..........
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