And Now, Joey Sweeney’s Unfinished Thoughts On That “Philly Irish” Bumper Sticker He Keeps Seeing All Over The Place
IT DOESN’T GET ANY BETTER? REALLY? THEN WHY BOTHER LIVING? Because, look: I’m not a self-hating McDago. I love that one side of my lineage has imbued me with an iron liver and a love for literature, while the other knows what gravy is and how good hugs can be, and that they both unite over a shared love for personal shame. I love those things, all of them. But do you mean to tell me that there is NOTHING ON THIS EARTH THAT IS BETTER THAN PHILLY IRISH? That there is nothing better than having whole chunks of your family not speak with each other over years-old bullshit? That there is nothing better than EVERYBODY talking shit on EVERYBODY ELSE? That there is nothing better than COMPLETELY MISINTERPRETING “IRISH” FOR WHAT IS REALLY ENGLISH SOCCER HOOLIGANISM? There is NOTHING BETTER? NOTHING?
Ok, just checking.
