This sort of made me queasy, and I once ate a fried dingo with a baby in it.
James Joyce is performing a valuable service in this picture. And I'm not making a corned beef joke. Oh no I'm not.
So my grandmother’s parents were right off the boat from Ireland. She got hit in the head with a rock when she was a kid by some smelly Protestant who called her a “dirty rotten Irish Catholic.” This apparently justified giving me five bucks when I broke up with my Jewish girlfriend 60 years later. Though, to be fair, she later regretted her decision and told me, “You know, Christ was a Jew.” I kept the five bucks.
Why did I tell you that? Because Irish Americans are rivaled only by the Italians in pride of their heritage. The Latvians and the Polish and all the other Euro communities can screech all they want, but they don’t have the stroke of the Irish. And the Italians have to deal with the “terrifying mobster” stigma. All the Irish have is drunken wife beating which usually only occurs at home and rarely has movies or TV shows made about it.
But on St. Patrick’s Day, everyone gets to be drunk. That’s really the point of it. I mean, there are parades. I have one down below (which is awesome btw) from Havana, Cuba. But how many old white guys and pale kids can you look at all in a row? For me, I found out the answer is seven…in any combination.
So why do the Irish get such good press? Why are they (and, I guess, partly me) so lovable? Well, I guess if you look angelically up from the floor, with the strings of puke connecting your cheek to the puddle beneath you like rainbows, who wouldn’t be charmed by your child-like innocence, especially if you are missing a tooth and bleeding from one ear? Who could read a lot of Samuel Beckett and not feel the joy of…well, anyway. You can’t expect a lot from a people whose most famous mode of dancing relies on not moving your arms or upper body in any way.
Also, the Irish were not really all that persecuted. I’m starting to doubt if my Nana got hit with that rock at all… I mean, the song I have linked below, No Irish Need Apply, is about how the Irish were discriminated against. Except they weren’t. Nobody can find a single instance of the No Irish Need Apply sign anywhere. Doesn’t make the song less bad ass, though! After the jump, I sort of ease up on my people and there’s that cool Cuban bagpipe video!
Editor’s Note – If you want to see more Ballsack (and really, who doesn’t) you will have to go the Batcave. That’s where he lives.
The 1950s were stupid. Women didn’t have equal rights and they certainly didn’t have the same elevation as men. That was soon fixed in the 60s with the advent of fuck-me-pumps. However, women still sucked. They didn’t earn as much as men and they couldn’t go to school or vote like men.
- This is me in my apartment, chillaxing to the Rolling Stones. Sorry for the small photo; I used my microiPhone.
Society has learned a fuckin’ lot since then – like iPods, iPhones, iPads and Windows 2015. And, because of these things, society has become a lot more adept and righted the wrongs and wronged the rights to make a far more harmonious society. However, the woman’s revolution really didn’t go far enough since the 70s and really stagnated in the 2010 era and society isn’t really as harmonious as it should be, due to this fact.
Even though women are earning [in many cases] more than men and have better job prospects than men, they really don’t have their full, rightful and retrospective status as equals amongst the unequals of men. Thus, as the 2020s Dude, I propose that men pay women even more, and I don’t mean for sex!
It’s really clear to me that for society to be truly progressive, men must accept to give women even greater responsibility, such as to become totally dominant as the earner in the family (where there is one) while letting the man stay at home to look after the house work. Once this is complete, society will be at total peace and harmony and the Republican Party can finally be scrapped.
Smell you later,
20s Dude
From left to right: Cleveland, Lester, Rallo
So I have watched the Cleveland and I have actually laughed out loud a couple times. You can’t really go by me, though. I laugh out loud when I see old people. Not falling down or telling jokes. I just mean I laugh when I see old people. ”HA HA HA YOU ARE OLD!” I’ll say, running away. But if you think the show is just Family Guy with Cleveland and a cartoon wife who’s not as hot as Lois Griffin, you’re wrong. It’s pretty funny. Here’s an example:
But that’s not the only thing about judging a book by its cover that pertains to The Cleveland Show. If I were gonna ask you who does the voices for the three characters in the banner pic, of course you would not know their names. But then, after the jump, I show you who they are and you will be all like, “Whoa, how do people do that with their voices?” Go watch on Hulu. But I will show you that you can’t judge a book by its cover.
- Who does the voice of Cleveland?
- Who does the voice of Lester?
- Who does the voice of Rallo?
