Bein Adopterayted on St. Patrick’s Day

Musashi Sez:

Well, my neighborhood in Brighton, MA  (near Boston Collidge--full of fightin Irish peoples) is just awash wift folks claimin how Irish they are today (altho we thinks this doesn’t necessarily mean they are akshullee green), an so I asksed my mom if I are Irish too.

It turn out that this is a verree comlicayted qwestion, because basically, I am a Japanese-Dorchester-Feline American. But because Mom is about 30% Irish an 25% Polish, I am eevn more of a mutt than she is, which is sayin something!!!

So if she is English-Irish-Scot-French and Polish (an mebbee Dutch and Swedish, we’re not  shur), then that make me Irish-Dorchester-Feline-Polish-Japanese-English-Scot-French (an probablee not verree Dutch or Swedish eevn if she ever gets more shur).

But like mai fayvritest comic-strip artist Patrick McDonnell (and yu noe that he gotta be Irish-Feline-Canine, no qwestshun!) says, like St. Patrick, in the end we is all adopterayted and that make us all fambly!

Bakgrown Reesertch

Musashi Sez:

Accordin to my Mom-—er, Watchr—-we findid this stuffs out abowt our so-calld “Hare-Krishnr” emeneez. Turnz out, they wuzn’t the Reellee Reel Hare Krishnas at all, whu has no connexion wift bunneez. This compound we raydid hadsd nothin to do wift actual rabbit types. Go figger. An them old tomez that Mom keeps on her shalvz told us lots about the bad gyz we wuz figtin (so it turnd out gud that I hadsd to go hom fer my vizit to the vet, cuz I gotst the insyd skup on the fansee bakgrown reesertch! Huh!). The ol buks tol us that:

The Bunny Cult traces its beginnings to the Viking raids of Ireland in the 8th century. Wily rabbits from Trondheim smuggled themselves aboard the outgoing longboats, and alighted on Irish shores slightly nauseous but up for some fun. St. Patrick may have driven all the snakes out of Ireland in the mid-400s, but no one felt much like carrying on the tradition and the Bunnies were allowed to stay.

Wuns we wuz knowin that, we cud tayk them down wift tayzrs an judo an lik that, hah, wiftout havin to worree about mistikul backlash.

The Ancient and Honourable Bunny Cult. 22 June 2011. Web.

Bein Irish Todae, Regardlis

Musashi Sez:

Top of the morning to yu!

Mom Says:

And the rest of the day to you!

Musashi Sez:

Thangks, Mom. Yu kin go bak to yer homwerk now.

Happee Saynt Patrik’s Dae, evrboddee! Mom sez that eevn tho I’m a ‘Merickan kittee wift a Japaneez naym an a altr-eego whu werk wift the British govermint, I kin be Irish todae if I wants.

Bein Irish is kinda lik bein a pirat, egsept yu dringks mor tea an yu writs bettr po-etree. Yu handlz rayn bettr, cuz yu deelz wift it mor offn, an possibul yu dringks green beer, althog I am not shur about that one.

Aneewae, my big qwetshun is: Why doez leprechauns has beerdz but not mustashiz? The gy whu wayr green clothz an act all aggressiv, whu is the roll modl fer them stoodints at Noter Dame: jus how Irish is he aneewae? Does he reellee dringk lotsa tea? Doez that stunt the groth of his mustash?


Qwot of the Dae: Erin go Bragh, or Éireann go Bráth. Ireland forever!