Corned Beef and Cabbage and "Another Irishman" from Chicago

I grew up in the city of Chicago during the reign of Hizzoner da Mare, Daley I. My family came from Sweden, but even so, everybody was Irish on St. Patrick's Day. The city even dyed the river green. So now, as we come to this year's St. Patrick's Day, I feel a need to salute a Chicago Irish politician who made it big. This is a little ditty co-written by a friend of mine, Fritz Baue, and yours truly, Charlie Henrickson, the wag tailoring the doggerel. Click one of the music links and sing along!

ANOTHER IRISHMAN (In Old Chicago Town)
Tune: "The Wearing of the Green"
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By Fritz Baue and Charlie Henrickson

Oh, Paddy dear, and did you hear
The news that's goin' round?
They found another Irishman
In old Chicago town!

O'Bama's just as Irish
As Daley and O'Hare
He's one of them "Black Irish"
As come from County Clare

He worked his lucky shamrock
On Hillary, as is known
And when he gets up to speak you know
He's kissed the blarney stone

The leprechauns all love him
Or so I have been told
He's bailin' out the country
With their lovely crock of gold

We eat corned beef and cabbage
When we're in County Cork
But at O'Bama's White House
They're only servin' pork

Colleen and all the lasses
Just think that Barry's great
They say he's got a package
That's sure to stimulate

He's like an Irish tenor
A-singin' "Danny Boy"
The hope and change he's singin'
Bring Oprah tears of joy

He is a new St. Patrick
A-drivin' out the snakes
Like Rezko, Wright, and Blago
They'll pay for their mistakes

Let's lift a glass of Guinness
And Irish whiskey too . . .
Hawaiian-Kenyan-Irish
Is quite a pot of stew!

Oh, Paddy dear, and did you hear
The news that's goin' round?
They found another Irishman
In old Chicago town!

Now to the DUmmies. I find it ironic that the DUmmies would observe St. Patrick's Day, since St. Patrick was A CHRISTIAN MISSIONARY! Oh well, any excuse to get drunk, I suppose. Let's go to the DUmmieland Lounge and check out their THREAD, "The problem with corned beef and cabbage." For this special edition of the DUmmie FUnnies, we will put their comments in Chicago River Green, while the commentary of your humble guest correspondent, Charles Henrickson, interrupting his Lenten hiatus to serve you people with your DUFU fix, is in the [brackets]:

The problem with corned beef and cabbage . . .

[. . . is that it's not beer.]

whenever I eat it I roll over about 4 am the next morning, belch and taste cabbage all over again. . . .

[T.M.I.!!]

Well, yesterday was the county St Paddy's Day Parade and they made 200 forken pounds of corned beef (plus who know how much cabbage and spuds) down at Vinny's Boom Boom Room and I passed it up.

[Otherwise, you would have gassed it up and passed it out. 200+ pounds is an awful lot of food.]

So tonight when I go down there to pick up the loot (I am Treasurer). . . .

[A typical Democrat. You want to spend other people's money, but you don't want to pay in yourself.]

I am going to have to answer about a brazillion questions about how come I didn't show up for the BIG MEAL.

[Say you're sorry if anybody's offended, and it's time for everybody to take a deep breath and move on and turn the page. That's what Democrats do when they get caught at something.]

I'm gonna fib, say I had to go to a kid's birthday party.

[Well, that's the other Democrat option: Lie.]

Does this make me a bad person?

[Yes. But then, you're a DUmmie, so who cares?]

Off topic? Well, "Yay, Obama!"

[Make that, "O'Bama."]

Just send me the leftovers. . . .

[Leftover cabbage, sent through the mails. . . . Ar-o-matic!]

I don't eat the cabbage for that very reason.

[You're belchin' when you should be Irish!]

But I love the corned beef!

[MURDERER! Cattle-killer! And think of all those corns who died, too!]

I've got to get some buttermilk to make the soda bread to go with the corned beef tomorrow. . . .

[You kill the cow and you steal the poor mother's milk! How low can you go?]

Irish food is vile. . . .

[Especially Irish REPUBLICAN food!]

HATER ! You're dead to me now. . . .

[When Irish eyes are smilin'. . . .]

I grew up on boiled dinners. . . .

[Sounds painful.]

Now Scotland... there's a country with vile food!

[They make up for it with the Scotch.]

In the 12 hours or so after eating a big corned beef meal, I must go through 3 quarts of water (choose whatever liquid you prefer) because of the salt. Then I have to get up 4-5 times during the night to use the bathroom.

[It's a "European" meal.]

Try Irish Stew made with Guiness next time.

[Hold the stew.]

Try soaking the beef before cooking it. . . .

[Soaking the beef AFTER cooking it does not work as well.]

Tell them to mind their own business Or yuir gonna bash their faces in with yuir shillelagh. I think that's the proper Irish response.

[That, or a car bomb.]

I love it, but it comes out the other end for me. . . .

[T. M. I. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

We never drank much in my house. . . .

[We usually went out back. . . .]

but none of this nauseating green beer.

[You're not one of those Green Beer Backers.]

It's amusing to imagine what other ethnicities would do if they behaved in as cliched a way as the Irish.

[If you're Swedish, you'd have lutfisk for Christmas Eve, like we did. Lutfisk: the piece of cod that passes all understanding.]

I thank every deity at every meal that I was born Italian.

[Praise Gaia!]

Irish people (or any self-respecting human) do not drink green beer. . . .

[I wonder what the English pig William Pitt the Drunker will be drinking at O'Bukowski's tonight.]

If it's light enough to dye it green, it's too light for me!

[Unless you're a member of the Green Party. At a Green Party you would drink Green Beer.]

Corned beef and cabbage (with yellow mustard) is sublime.

[Would corned beef and lime be subcabbage?]

How do you corn beef?

[With kernel mustard?]

First, you buy it a drink. . . .

[No, that's how you pickle Pitt.]

Very few people cook cabbage correctly. "Boiling the hell out of it" is not the right recipe. . . . cook it with leprechaun blood, bled from its ears after smashing its skull with a shillelagh. . . .

[The Joy of Cooking.]

Your problem is that you didn't drink enough alcohol after you ate the cabbage. drink at least 6 mugs of Guiness followed by an equal number of shots of either Jamison's or Bushmill's Irish Whiskey. Then puke. You won't notice the cabbage so much after that.

[Then drink more whiskey so you won't notice the puke.]

I personally embrace the cabbage and the gas. . . . Yay, Obama, I'll second that.

[Embrace the gas: Support Obama!]