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You don't wear black face. You'd never do such. You don't wear white face; Do you Kabuki? Mime, non? Mime, oui? But every March, Millions of others, Attired in green, Some painted like Celtic warriors, Affect terrible brogues, And get sotted, some must disgracefully. That's what the Irish do, think they? I won't wear a yarmulke on Yom Kippur, Not a burka on Eid al-Adha, Or lead the parade Up Fifth Avenue. Slainte
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Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 2:58 PM UTC
Wearing of the Green Face
You don't wear black face. You'd never do such. You don't wear white face; Do you Kabuki? Mime, non? Mime, oui? But every March, Millions of others, Attired in green, Some painted like Celtic warriors, Affect terrible brogues, And get sotted, some must disgracefully. That's what the Irish do, think they? I won't wear a yarmulke on Yom Kippur, Not a burka on Eid al-Adha, Or lead the parade Up Fifth Avenue. Slainte
Don't know why the world thinks the Irish are drunkards. I go to Ireland every year, and the only drunks I see are North Americans, whites and blacks, gays, straights and all others not mentioned. Even the phrase "Paddy Wagon" is an ethnic slur.
francie-lynch
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Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 2:58 PM UTC
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