There are times when being Irish makes me proud.
There are times when being Irish makes me cringe.
I cringed today when I came across a spot in the Irish Times.
Apparently “the Irish” [who apparently are the self appointed spokesmen of the Irish Nation] are whinging about the name of a shoe. For fuck’s sake! As the Merkans say – Get a fucking grip.
Nike have released a shoe which they have unofficially named the “Black and Tan” and this has caused “offence”. The shoe isn’t even on sale here but that doesn’t stop the easily offended.
The Black and Tans roamed this country in the 1920s. That is the best part of a hundred years ago. They are dead and gone and are just a bad chapter in the history books. Now I was probably born nearer to the Black and Tans era than most of the whingers and the name doesn’t cause me any offence. I would consider myself to be a bit bigger than that. It’s a fucking name for God’s sake! It’s not going to cause the Black and Tans to rise from the grave.
I have no great love for Nike. In my book they are one of those companies that hikes up their prices simply because of their name. Having said that, I rather like the colour of the shoe and if someone wanted to buy me a pair I wouldn’t object. It wouldn’t even cross my mind to mention the shoe’s unofficial name.
There was another item recently where the “Sofa King” furniture company had to withdraw one of its slogans in case it caused offence. Apparently their slogan for their low prices was “Sofa King low”. I hadn’t a clue what the fuck they were on about until I tried speaking the slogan out loud. And this is going to cause “offence”? I think it’s clever.
It’s the likes of these people who are the direct cause of the Nanny State. No one must be offended even in their wildest imagination.
When the fuck are people going to grow up?