It’s funny: we Americans have this fascination and attachment to a mythical Ireland. Look at all the festivals and parades and long list of Irish-themed movies we put out.
The truth is, they are cranky and standoffish when I have visited and they don’t give a green damn if your grandmother came from there.
Well, now they can get their tourist dollars from gay couples and they can forget me and my family.
Oh, well gay Americans will flock to it for a couple of seasons, I suppose. I never understood this attachment to Ireland, myself. They’ve practically been banned from San Diego, btw, as the exchange students there behaved so badly from drink and drugs that the residents of that cosmopolitan place had to plead with the city fathers to do something.
I, also, don’t like greenies who get off the boat and tell you right to your face how much they find America a dump and how stupid Americans are. The only nice ones are Irish waitresses in the NYC Irish pubs.