The luck of the Irish is that everyone wants be Irish for a round at the pub…not so much the rest of the time

On the heels of Barack O’bama celebrating his Irish heritage, something which all Americans (especially politicians) feel obligated to do I wanted to take this opportunity to categorically deny any and all blood connection with the island of Ireland. To the best of my knowledge I am not now nor I have I ever been Irish. And if by some chance there was someone way back hundreds of years ago who was Irish, well I’m sorry for that, I really am.

Also if it turns out I’m wrong and members of my family turned out to be Irish way back when I promise not to ascribe them my political beliefs because I’ve no way of knowing what they thought. I mean I would hope that they share my belief that Monarchy is an abomination to humanity, but who knows?

Oh and has anyone noticed that O’bama dyes his hair? Which is fine I guess but one would think that if you were going to go through the trouble of dyeing it once you would do so frequently enough so that one it’s not so obvious as one day you’ve got black hair and the next your gray.

Okay that was a side tangent, but it’s true.

In the wake of O’bama’s great Irish homecoming I just wanted to reassure CLRer’s that their very own loudmouth resident alien is in no way connected to Ireland other than having an unhealthy interest in Irish politics.

We may now return to “more important blog issues”