I had to clean saliva off the screen a couple of times when reading the comments on this New York Times article on the tragedy of credit crunch Ireland.
The article conforms to a stereotype that has bemused and occasionally annoyed the Irish for a long time.
Peter Never go past a bar with your name on it McCarthy, author of McCarthy’s Bar, was the last author to amuse on the subject of the emerald isle, though Tony Hawks’s Round Ireland with a Fridge had it’s moments. Suddenly that all seems a long time ago and, indeed, McCarthy hasn’t been with us for years.
Dr.Johnson opined that the Irish are a fair people, they never speak well of one another.
Irish Americans hadn’t been invented at the time, never mind gone “home” in plaid trousers to trace their roots.
There’s something curiously symmetrical about the Irish American affection for a land of leprechauns and shamrocks and the reciprocal Irish mockery of the green tinted visions of their cousins. It’s like one of those
Boy: You know you want me. Girl: Get your hands off me!
scenes replayed endlessly.
The comments sections on British newspaper web sites are so full of “green ink” that it’s often a treat to read The New York Times, where commenters seem less inclined to rabid fulminations on the slightest pretext.
I’d score this one a drubbing for Mr.Egan though I enjoyed one particularly spirited American riposte to Irish hypocrisy. Irish American riposte that is.
Of course, if he were elected President… there would be nothing to forgive.
After all, President O’bama is Irish.