I hated to be the messenger of bad news and screw up a major holiday for the Irish people, so I waited until the day after, when all the Paddy’s are nursing a gigantic hangover.

For many centuries the Irish Community around the world celebrated St Patty’s Day as their patron saint and the person that chase all the snakes out of Ireland.

They celebrate with corned beef and cabbage pigs knuckles sauerkraut and all the 18% alcoholic beer they can muster up. By the end of the celebration day most of the Irish men don’t know if it’s Thursday or Sunday.

The guy that they’re celebrating is St Patty and always with the understanding that St Patty was Irish. I hate to burst their bubble, but I known for a fact, St Patrick was Italian. Both of his parents were born in Italy.

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Patrick’s parents were Calpurnius and Conchessa, who were Italians living on a British estate. So – he’s Irish-Italian! Jeff Holliday and 958 others like this.

I don’t want to put a damper on your jubilation but we have to address the facts of, Patty was not a mick he’s a dago.

A friend of mine Tommy Dolan, one hell of a guy, will have a nervous breakdown after he reads my post. Tommy is about as Irish as any Irishman can be. The smartest thing he ever did in his life was married into an Italian family.

Another Irish friend of mine that is gonna be devastated by the news is Russel Davis (AKA Russelalino Deviso). Years back I made him an honorary Italian to try and satisfy his insatiable desire of being Italian.

Russell and I grew up together in all Italian neighborhood, Mt Carmel/Luna Park/110th Woodland. Russel had the headache of contending with the badass Italian boys all his life. He did a good job of it and is still kicking while many of them are 7 feet under, six was not enough.

To all the Irishmen out there, they have to concede that Paddy boy was a Dago and not a Mac, I will give them some slack and not break their balls too bad, they need all you can get.

Erin go bragh, which means Ireland forever and Ireland till doomsday. What else is there than being proud of one’s nationality/heritage?

You guys need something to be proud of and celebrate instead of just potatoes and cabbage. It might as well be pizza and perogies.

All in jest, the Irish people are very decent, law-abiding, fun-loving, stand-up hardworking citizens and should be respected with the best of the best, even if they have been foolish enough to be praying to the wrong guy all these years. I know it’s a tough pill to swallow and people will be disappointed with this revelation, but facts are facts,

I would be remiss in my duty to an old friend John Martin I served in the USMC with if I didn’t put him very top of the list “A” of good Irish friends. We have the scars to prove it.

To my liking, Dean Martin is much more pleasing to the ears.