/Perils of Pauline type voice/
My hero!
/end Pauline/
Pkbites, you bastard. Do you have any idea how hurtful Lucky the Leprechaun is? Uncle Remus, Aunt Jemimah, and Little Sambo combined don’t have a patch on that damned cereal gnome in terms of racial insensitivity.
Sure, it’s fun to make Irish jokes, but those jokes can really hurt. You don’t know what it’s like to be constantly stopped by the cops just because you have red hair. Or see people cross to the other side of the street when they see you coming, just 'cause you’ve got a faceful of freckles. Or be followed around by store security because you’re wearing green.
Okay, we’ve all seen one of those young Irish hoodlums, with a boombox blasting Tommy Makem, or the Chieftens. But not all Irish are like that, and it’s not fair to treat all Irish badly just because of a few “bad potatos.” Why, just the other day, my 8 year old cousin, Clancy O’Flanaghan, looked up to me with brimming eyes, and asked in a timourous voice, “Nimune, what’s a mackrel-snatcher?” I didn’t know what to tell him. So next time you’re about to invoke a hurtful racial stereotype like Lucky the Leprechaun, think about the children, Pkbites. Think about the children.
I hear you, Nimune. As both a Scotsman and a gay man, I get it from both ends (er, to coin a phrase). Why, just the other day I was at the local bathhouse with my friend Bruce, he in his towel and me in my kilt, and he was getting banged by this well-hung hairy stud while I played a mournful ballad on my bagpipes, and he says to me, he says…
No, no, no, stop, this is too silly…
Esprix
His name is LUCKY?
For years, I’ve been referring to him as William Butler Yeats.
Yes, political correctness has got to stop. It has gone to far and is now just stupid.
I think we should all go back to being free and uninhibited, like Esprix—well, sorta like Esprix. We should use the words and phrases we grew up hearing and using and those who take offense are just out of luck because that is the way things are. These comments should be taken with a grain of salt.
And if the choices were eating toasted cheese or BunnyGirl, I know which way I would go.
What do the Irish call a chair and table set out on their back deck?
Patio furniture.
:eek:
Toasted cheese, right?
No, no, no. It’s Pattie O’Fahr-na-char. 
I can’t believe we’ve got this far in a PC thread without a mention of the idiotic, overly-sensitive responses by politicians to Anne Robinson’s light-hearted comments about the Welsh in BBC Comedy Programme ‘Room 101’.
[irish cop]
Aw, rite, show’s ovah, nutin ta see, move 'long.
[/irish cop]
Jaaaaysus Christ!
Not quite sure where you got the idea that this is what I favor, because it’s not. To me, “PC” means “Plain Courtesy” - if someone doesn’t mind being called a mick, then so be it, but if they take offense, I call them whatever they prefer. I’m not going to stand there and offend them with a word I know offends them right to their face. Similarly, I’d hope someone else would do the same for me. If someone says something to offend me, I tell them it does, and let it go; if they purposely do it again, they’re an asshole.
YMMV.
Esprix
Here’s a link to the story that IJGrieve is referring to, the trivial media story de la semaine in Britain at the moment:
Robinson comments anger Welsh MPs
With the Budget last Tuesday, a general election just around the corner and most of rural Britain closed (and the cattle in flames), it’s not surprising that the papers have had to pad out their copy with endless column inches about the rude remarks made by some shrewish harpy on a BBC 2 comedy programme.
Does anyone remember a Monty Python show episode where a panel was supposed to come up with insulting ethnic slurs for different groups? That day they were supposed to insult the Belgians, and someone came up with “sprouts!” But they finally all settled on “those dirty Belgian bastards”