At the start of the first gulf war a few of the boys at Murphy's decided to get involved figuring there's nothin' so fine as a good scrap. So they sent a message to Saddam: "We the patrons of Murphy's Public House hereby declare a state of hostilities, surrender now while you can!"
Saddam when he quit laughing shoot back: "My army is equipped with the latest in weaponry"
To which the boys from Murphy's replied: "We ain't skeered we've got 2 rabbit guns an Enfield 303 and uncle Mick's Webley"
Saddam sent back" Well I also have a modern air force!"
Murphy's boys replied " No problem we have access to a WWII Lysander and a hot air balloon"
Saddam retorted :" Do you realize my army consists of over a million troops?"
The boys at Murphy's read this and realized the futility of their endeavor replying" Forget it , no way we can feed that many prisoners".
"An Irishman is never too drunk as long as he can hold onto one blade of grass and not fall off the earth".
Dia Duit!
My mother is of the O'Brady's (one of the 5 High Clans) and a Kelly. Family came here during the Famine (aka "Irish Genocide") in time to ride with Quantrill in the Border Wars.
Her father was Cornish (also a Gaelic ethnicity). However, I wear the Orange (Protestant mother and a Dutch father) but I am anti-British.
Did you know that the word "Gallagh" in Irish Gaelic can mean "invader:, "foreigner", "thief" or "Englishmen", depending on the context? Last one to speak any Irish in the family.
I guess I'm an oddball... (pretty certain in fact).
I never "got" the big deal about St. Patrick's day. Who cares what your heritage might be?
Not sure why having some Irish ancestry is any source of pride more than German, Dutch, Spanish, Japanese or whatever.
I'm into personal identity rather than group identity... BTW, I wasn't in a college fraternity and don't care whether my old university wins or loses a game... I got out of there a long time ago.