Racism! Or…culturalism, anyway. Ethnicism?

I’ve always wondered, of the various creeds and colors of nationalism we don’t allow, we still keep the old Irish terms around in a damn near official capacity. See: paddy wagon. Is it because they were driven by them, filled with them, or most likely both? I admit, I know my recent ancestors, and I have to admit it’s probably both.

But man, nobody else gets this, especially Europeans. Mind, there’s not a lot of stereotypical jobs for the rest, but nobody calls the mechanic a wop shop. The pub’s never the pom parlor or the limey bar. The beer garden isn’t the kraut house.

Then again, it might be that it’s impossible to be Irish and take yourself seriously. Maybe there just wasn’t any protest because we all stood up and let forth a collective “Eh, ‘ey’s got a right good point there.”