Hey MacCloud, Get Offa My You...
Date: Sat, 16 Nov 1996 17:56:58 -0000
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From: Thomas Francis Noonan
Subject: Re: Celtic Humor [new]
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>From: Bruce L Jones
>Subject: Celtic Humor
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>Everyone,
>
>Below are two examples of a kind of humor that could be considered
>denigrating to those of Irish descent. They came my way via the Internet
>just recently and reminded me of the on-going discussions we have had
>regarding discrimination against the Irish. I was wondering if any of you
>had any "good" jokes that featured the Irish or other Celts. I anyone
>does, would you share them.
--As I heard this one recently from "another," the joke may have already made
the rounds, but here goes:
Q: "What is the difference between a Scot and a Rolling Stone?"
A: "A Rolling Stone says, 'Hey, you, get off of my cloud...': whereas a Scot
says, 'Hey, Mac Cloud, get off of my 'you'...'"
TOM
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Date: Wed, 20 Nov 1996 17:59:28 -0000
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From: Thomas Francis Noonan
Subject: Re: Get offa my ewe [a real sheep joke]
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>From: "Bruce L. Jones"
>Subject: Re: CELTIC-L: Get offa my ewe
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>RUDRA,
>
>At the risk of inviting discourse, I am willing to concede that you may
>have, in fact, intended the puns you suggest. It just would have been out
>of character with your recent history.
Well, an opinion, but most people have "one." I might, for arguendo,say that
everything I've written exhibits the same playful High Irony subtlety, but,
alas, as I seem to be the only one picking up the same word play in the
writings of, say, William Shakespeare or Thomas Jefferso--the latter
especially, his sense of irony and double entendre completely misread "these
days," well then if a tree falls in the forest and no one hears it, I suppose
nothing ever happened.
The other joke was supposed to be an "upgrade" to restore some fallen dignity to Scots mislabelled "hillbillies with little pipe legs one shorter than the other so's they can tend sheep." Now I'm afraid you've forced me to tell a real sheep joke, the one I originally tried to send having been "mail-bombed" and disappeared--my account still samoking from "yet another"
flamethrowing having completely disrupted my service...
Anyway, here goes [and excuse me in advance for the vestiges of sexism, the period is meant to be a hundred years ago when one did what one could in the way of consciousness]:
Our hero, Paddy, gets himself a bit of "heat" so the Tammany Hall boss decides the time has come for him to "lay low" for a while and ships him out to Australia [B.T.W., an ancestor in my Irish Catholic foster family did exactly the same m.o. after taking the family moneys meant for establishing his three
sisters in Boston of "the new country" from County Cork during the Great Famine, leaving those poor, gentile women without a penny while he continued on to South Africa and then Australia--part of the reason my foster grandfather
would refer to my two Aunts who babysat me growing up as "your Nazi aunts," seeing the same lack of character in those two "disappointments"].
Upon arrival Paddy is further exiled to the North Forty,a sheep ranch in the middle of nowhere. The work is not bad, the time passes...
One Friday night, Paddy is still awake when his bunkmates return from the usual night on the town, a little crossroads of a place with one bar and a general store. Curiosity finally gets the better of Paddy and he asks, "What exactly do you do for fun around here?"
Black Bart, who has made the attempt to be friendly with Paddy, responds, in all straight-facedness. "Sheep. We go into 'Mr. Z's' and pick up sheep."
Paddy studies his face briefly, then decides better against a reply, thinking, I may be fresh off the boat, but I ain't schtupid...
However one night, when Paddy is asked if he wants to go to town, too, he says, "Yeah, sure."
On the ride in Black Bart clues him as to what to expect. Inside 'Mr. Z's,' Paddy sees, sure and begorrah, female sheep wearing evening dress--strings of pearls and everything!
While the others jump into action Paddy sits at the bar downing what passes for Scotch malt whiskey. Finally, he looks down the bar and sees what he supposes is a "good looker" on a stool, sipping her drink by herself. Remembering what Black Bart told him he sidles down to the ewe, says, "So, do you come here often," and loosely drapes his arm around her fleecy shoulder.
Dead silence. Everyone looks at our poor Paddy with mutual shock and chagrin. Black Bart hustles up to Paddy, hisses, "What in the world are ye doing, laddy?" and shooes him outside.
Paddy, a bit confused, says, "But, I was just doing what you'd said..."
"No,no,no," replies Black Bart, "That was Big Al's dame..."
Best,
RUDRA
>
>As for bemoaning being on the receiving end of it ... ex adversas
>felicitas crescit.
>
>le meas,
>Bruce
The Geographic Center of Nowhere
>
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Date: Mon, 18 Nov 1996 12:02:43 -0000
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>From: "Dan McNeely Jr."
>Subject: Re: Celtic Humor [new]
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>Bruce,
>
>At 05:56 PM 11/16/96 -0000, you wrote:
>>--As I heard this one recently from "another," the joke may have already made
>>the rounds, but here goes:
>>
>>Q: "What is the difference between a Scot and a Rolling Stone?"
>>
>>A: "A Rolling Stone says, 'Hey, you, get off of my cloud...': whereas a Scot
>>says, 'Hey, Mac Cloud, get off of my 'you'...'"
>>
>
>--I believe that it's 'Hey, Mac Cleod, get offa my *ewe*.'
>
>
>Mise le meas,
>Dan Mcneely
>
--Well, Dan, not in mine and "another's" schmart re-telling...
P.S. To answer someone else's question, no I do not have an "attach flamethrower" button on my computer or mailing service...Though I, with the strength of "bittahon" (Hebrew for "patience") am forced to endure a gulag-without-walls "give us this day our daily flaming," drivel posing as "litany" for some kinda American Jihad, i.e., "we got the right[to commit 'abuse' against me of a horrifying ignorant 'nature,' as happens, too, in
Northern Ireland to 'others']," by some heinously mis-informed Nazi's, I, like a few of my forebearers gone afore, most certainly have faith in the power of redemption and never "schtoop" to my antagonist's "level"...
P.P.S. Here's something "kinder and gentler" about the Scot's and those mystical Highlands, as well as "some guy named Cu Chu Lainn":
"SOAKING"
Fierce rain cold to the bone marrow--
blossoming void
of mist now gently luminous...
Water-bejewelled leaves bow with splendor,
wet suchness, the retribution of karma, re-fills.
T.F.N.
P.P.P.S. A very good U.C. Boxing Club/Boalt Law School/ attorney friend of one of mine own attorneys, Mr. Terrence Hallinan, was gunned down and killed in "cold blood" early Friday morning in San Francsico, CA. So, you see, some "volks" just have no "tolerance" for another's right to "express an opinion"--and they "laugh and laugh and laugh" about how they get away wid it, time after time...
Thomas Francis Noonan, SAKIYA LAMA
"Globe of Dharma Productions"
c/o Patrick and Terrence Hallinan, Law Offices
819 Eddy St.
San Francisco, CA 94109
(415)-433-1950
email: tnoonan@hotmail.com
The fierce bandit Angulimala,wanting to know who might be
"this ascetic who comes alone with no companions, like a conqueror?"
("Majjhima-nikaya,"86)
Buddha Shakiyamuni, "I serve no man, I have no need to serve any man."
("Suttanipata," 1.2.8)
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