Anti PC Irish Jokes
March 12, 2004
Christie Davies has made a startling observation about Americans. We're
losing our sense of humor.
Davies, a British academic and joke theorist, says Americans have become
as nervous about swapping jokes as people once were in communist eastern
Europe. He says political correctness has hijacked the harmless gag.
And I can't think of a better time to fight this PC trend than St. Patrick's
week.
Which reminds me of the time Pat and Mike got stranded in a snowstorm
in Switzerland. After several hours a St. Bernard came to save them,
a keg of brandy tied under his chin. "Here comes man's best friend,"
says Pat. "Aye," says Mike, "and look at the size of
the dog that's bringing it!"
Such jokes do not demean the Irish. They mock the stereotype that the
Irish are perpetual boozers.
Like the one about Father Murphy lecturing McClanahan for imbibing.
After the lecture, McClanahan says, "Father, can you tell me the
cause of arthritis?" "Absolutely," says the priest. "It's
caused by cheap whiskey, gambling and carousing. How long have you had
arthritis?" "I don't," said McClanahan. "The Bishop
does!"
The Irish have long used humor to outwit the oppressor.
"While driving, an Englishman and an Irishman crash into each other
on a dark night. Amazingly, neither is hurt. The Irishman opens a bottle
of whiskey and hands it to the Englishman. "May the English and
Irish live side by side forever," says the Englishman. He drinks
a big gulp, then hands the bottle to the Irishman. "No tanks,"
says the Irishman. "I'll wait until after the police get here."
Resistance to government authority is another favorite target of Irish
wit.
Seamus was caught with a bucket of fish in a no-fishing zone. "You've
got it wrong," he explains to the policeman. "These here are
my pet fish. I bring them to the reservoir every day for exercise. After
they swim for 10 minutes, they come back to the bucket." "Prove
it," says the cop. So Seamus dumps his fish into the reservoir
and off they swim. An hour later, they still haven't returned. "Ha,
you lying rogue," says the officer. "Where are your pet fish?"
"Fish?" says Seamus. "What fish?"
The Irish joke is at its best when it helps to relieve our stress about
a challenging matter.
An Irishman in Belfast is approached by a man with a gun. "Are
you Protestant or Catholic?" says the gunman. The man is afraid
he'll be shot if he gives the wrong answer. He thinks for a moment and
says, "As a matter of fact, I'm Jewish." At which point the
gunman replies, "I must be the luckiest Al Qaeda cell leader in
Belfast tonight!"
In his book "Mirth of Nations," Davies says many academics
see evil intentions in the average joke. Freud thought jokes were a
sneaky way of saying something demeaning about a person or a group.
But Davies says hogwash. A joke celebrates spontaneity and uplifts the
human heart. We have far more to fear from those who wish to repress
expression and censor jokes than the jokes themselves.
Which reminds me of Paddy and his wife Maggie. Maggie was so happy Paddy
stopped spending all his time at the pub, she decided to make him his
favorite meal, escargot. She told him to go to the market for the snails
then come right back home. But on the way back, he passed by the pub
and his friends called him in for a pint.
Well, several hours later Seamus looks at his watch and says, "Sweet
goodness, it's 11:00 p.m. My missus is going to kill me!" He runs
home and trips at his front gate, sending the snails flying all over
his front yard. His wife opens the bedroom window and shouts down to
him. "Paddy, what in blazes took you so long?" Paddy looks
up to his wife then shouts at the snails, "Hurry up, boys, we're
almost there!"
