IT’S official. The president of the
Plus if anyone’s ever seen him dance it was clear his roots are more Celtic (Dare I suggest he moves like a Welshman?) than African. Apparently he is one of the Wicklow O’Bamas.
But then it’s the American thing to do. By going for the Irish vote, the president is following a traditional path of spreading the net as set by most previous incumbents. It just seems maybe a bit surprising here, given his name, his lack of freckles and anything else that is remotely, well ‘Irish’.
Mr O’Bama already has the African American vote. He is hip so he has the youth vote, and now he wants the massive Irish swathe that covers the continent. Who knows, he might declare Hispanic roots on his dad’s side twice removed and take to eating tacos in public.
I only make these observations being a part Irish Welshman myself. And anyone who has seen me dance can testify, I am the epitome of twinkling blarney with not one ounce of natural rhythm. I look at the president of the
Before I went grey, if I tried to grow a beard it came out in two ways, patchy, and ginger. Why this colour I don’t know, as the rest of my hair was mousy brown, but I guess that was the Irish bit. Maybe if the president went hippy, he too would have a ginger tint to his stubble? We never see him anything but clean shaven! But now that he has come out, perhaps he can grow a little Van Dyke and proudly show off its reddyness.
In the 60s when the threat was of the world turning red, I took it to mean the threat of communism, but of course it was to do with everyone having auburn genes. It’s surprising there’s anyone left in
Mullas who sport huge beards sometimes have them dyed red in a show of solidarity with
But most important of all, we invented Guinness. So join us, we’ll be waiting down the pub, with Mr O’Bama, and three quarters of the world’s population.