Its been a while since I've blogged last, but someone finally made me pissed off enough to write a few mementos from the ol' brain basket. Here goes:

I got a rather douche-filled comment left on my profile page from some ass who was all up with "being Irish". Yeah, the Irish suck....yadda yadda yadda; that's not my point. My point was that this dick, who I'm guessing is 100% proud American born, was all "don't fuck with the Irish" and shit like that.

This reminded me of a thing I used to see a lot of back in the good old days of high school: people claiming to be from a country that they really are not from.

Let me explain:

If you were born in, say, Canada, you are Canadian. America: American. So on, so forth. If your third cousin twice removed lives in or used to live in Australia, you are not Austrailian. If your grandmother was from Iceland but you were born in Mexico, you are not Icelandic (is that the right name? Icelandic? Icelander? Ice-a-peopley-peeps???), you are Mexican.

I fucking hate it when people have the slightest tinge of other-country heritage in their blood and claim to be of that most direct descent to appear cool or worldly. I'm not ragging on race and religion here: just people claiming to be something they are not.

What's the shame in claiming to be from the country you were actually born in? I'll bet if you go to work tomorrow (or school) and ask a few people where they are from, you'll get a mixture of answers. "Oh yeah, I'm part Ukranian and part German....but I was born in Detroit. So was my dad.....and his dad.....and his dad..." shit like that. What's the shame in just dumbing it down to your geographic location of birth?!? Nobody gives a shit how many one fifths you are. I've even hear the idiot answer of "I'm part Greek, part German and part Chinese." How many fucking parts make a whole, dip-shits?!? (That's really more of a math related beef. Maybe I'll save that for another blog.)

I'm not all down on heritage and shit like that. (Unless you're Irish.....filthy Irish!) I'm just saying, be proud of where you are actually from, not where you wish you were really born because it makes you sound exotic and cool. I myself was born in England, but have lived the majority of my decent years in Canada. Thus, I'm Canadian, and quite proud to be. (Unless you are talking about our Major League baseball team....or our queer-ass money.....or own terrible pop-princess singers.....but hey, we produced Alan Thicke, so we're not so bad, right??) I encourage people to celebrate their heritage (again, unless you're Irish), but don't feed people a load of shit and make yourself seem more "to that side" than you really are.  Maybe I didn't do a great job of expressing it in the written form, but if you sit back and really think about this, you'll know what I'm on about. How many people do you know who have told you they're Dutch or Russian or whatever and you've thought to yourself "bullshit you are." There in lies my rant....I guess.

Alrighty, folks. Fire away.

Cheers,

-The Big Bad