Happy St. Patricks Day

First off this joke is too easy so I'm gonna take a pass. If you don't get the oxymoronic irony, than you probably can't be helped anyway.

Anyways I'm listening to one of these "Classic Rock Stations", you know the one who's dee-jay moniker is like, "Granola Sandalwood". Anyway Granola bar decides that since today is Saint Patricks day, the day that Saint Patrick drove all of the Snakes off of an island which wasn't inhabited by snakes got me to thinking. What happens when people stop drinking? People with drinking problems? Anyone?.... Anyone?

They see snakes. Its documented. I can personally vouch for about thirty personal encounters, and one very personal encounter back in college. So is it Saint Patrick's Day, or National Detox and Withdrawls from Alcohol day? Just a little Guinness for thought.

So Granola decides she is going to play a song by Yoko Ono and John Lennon, "The Luck of the Irish" Here are they lyrics:

Ok, one, two, three, one two, three

If you had the luck of the irish,

You'd be sorry and wish you were dead.

You should have the luck of the irish,

And you'd wish you was english instead.

A thousand years of torture and hunger,

Drove the people away from their land.

A land full of beauty and wonder

Was raped by the british brigands

!Goddamned!Goddamned!

If you could keep voices like flowers,

There's be shamrock all over the world.

If you could drink dreams like irish streams,

Then the world would be as high as the mountain of morn.

In the 'pool they told us the story

How the english divided the land.

Of the pain and the death and the glory

And the poets of auld eireland.

If we could make chains with the morning dew,

The world would be like galway bay.

Let's walk over rainbows like leprechauns,

The world would be one big blarney stone

.Why the hell are the english there anyway?

As they kill with God on their side!

Blame it all on the kids and the i.r.a.

As the bastards commit genocide!

Aye! aye!Genocide!Okay!

You should have the luck of the irish,

You'd be sorry and wish you were dead.

You should have the luck of the irish,

And you'd wish you was english instead.

One more time!

You should have the luck of the irish,

You'd be sorry and wish you were dead.

You should have the luck of the irish,

And you'd wish you was english instead,

Hey, yes, you'd wish you were english instead.

Niiiice. Really Niiice. Don't look for Billy Joel to be remaking this classic anytime soon. In fact, lets not look for anyone to re-anything this anytime soon. Sorta like Gansta Rap and Herpes. I know its out there, I just don't need to see it. And I gotta tell ya, nothin chops through brutal lyrics like that songbird voice of Yoko. Ouch. I'm tone def, and that shit hurt. Damn. Its like trying to weed your flower garden with a brick.

And here's irony for ya.

You've got John Lennon, the voice of generations. A messenger of peace and Love. Easily considered one of the greats by young and old. Then. Sitting next to him, we find an Extra-Terrestrial wearing Glasses that Elton John wouldn't be caught dead in. Talk about Imagine?

Well, we already know that love is blind, so I guess this is proof positive that love is deaf.