Another St. Patrick’s Day is upon us. Is any day so insufferable? We will see Al Roker cook corned beef and cabbage. We will hear tone deaf idiots sing “Danny Boy”. Thousands of paper leprechauns will be glued to store front windows in Boston, New York, Chicago and Philadelphia. The streets will be full of broken glass and drunken hoardes and the littered alleys will smell of piss. Chicago will pour green dye in the river and paunchy, middle aged office slaves will wear green crewneck sweaters to work. Every Italian, Thai, Indian, Swede, Jew, Ethiopian and Brazilian will claim a great grandmother who came from County Cork. We will hear of the great famine and the Kennedy clan, and how Boston once hung signs that said, “No Irish Need Apply”. Thousands of pro-life Catholic parades will march glorifying war and military heroes. The next day, a great hangover. Another year… the same celebration of American idiocy to demean the Irish heritage.