An Englishman, an Irishman and a Scotsman were sitting in a bar, drinking (as you do), and discussing how stupid their wives were.
The Englishman says, "I tell you, my wife is so stupid. Last week she went to the supermarket and bought $300 worth of meat because it was on sale, and we don't even have a freezer to keep it in."
The Scotsman agrees that she sounds pretty thick, but says his wife is thicker. "Just last week, she went out and spent $17,000 on a new car," he laments, "and she doesn't even know how to drive!"
The Irishman nods sagely, and agrees that these two woman sound like they both walked through the stupid forest and got hit by every branch. However, he still thinks his wife is dumber. "Ah, it kills me every toime oi tink of it," he chuckles. "Moy woife just left to go on a holiday in Greece. Oy watched her packing her bag, and she must have put about 100 condoms in there. And she doesn't even have a penis!"
Ah, bless the Irish (hi Mom and Dad)! I sure love stereotypes and personally wouldnt be able to get through my day without playing on them, but sadly one of my favourites, namely the Irish stereotype has been seriously damaged this past week. And its all down to a little thing called the Lisbon Treaty. Or rather, a referendum concerning it in Ireland.
A solid NO to this treaty sent a clear signal to Brussels. You know, the place that has the same name as those funny tasting green things we as kids were forced to eat over Christmas. The same place that has an uncanny ability, like the sprout, to play havoc with accumulated gastrointestinal gas. The same place that makes silly rules and regulations for the rest of us to obediently, blindly follow.
Dont get me wrong, I for one love the way that criminals seem to have more human rights and a better life than I do. I love the way that children can literally get away with murder. I love the way that the UK subsidises the richest farmers in Europe. I love the way that I am required to speak several languages merely to understand what the fudge people are saying on the bus, and I especially love the way that the road I use on my way home resembles a homeless gypsey persons convention these days.
But sometimes, just sometimes, despite appearing ungrateful for all these blessings, there comes a time when we have to say: enough is enough.
Well, the Irish did just that... and by doing so:
THEY KILLED A STEREOTYPE.