I find it hilarious that we just spent an entire weekend putting the Irish on a pedestal for a guy who is actually Italian and not Irish. Kinda sad, kinda pathetic, but I get it, St. Patrick’s Day is just another example of having to give the Irish a little suck from the tit of relevancy.
“Here you go you little pale person, go get drunk and pretend you’re not ashamed that you burn when it’s overcast.”
The lack of respect St. Joseph’s Day will receive will not surprise me. Superiority is never celebrated. It’s shunned. Say it with me: Anti-Italian Discrimination
Look at how hypocritical this all is. The Irish were able to jump for joy and jerk off to a river of green piss and it was acceptable. It was cherished! Look at the dirty gingers go!
… Actually, wait … not only acceptable, it’s celebrated.
On this flip side, I guarantee when we (the Italians) showcase the finer things, like the St. Joseph’s Pastry, AKA Zeppola di San Guiseppe, it’ll be met with haters and detractors.
Look at how gorgeous those are.
Most people don’t even know St. Joseph’s Day is a thing, but it is my friend …
On March 19 each year Catholics celebrate the Solemnity of St. Joseph, protector of the family and patron of the universal Church and of workers. The importance of this day in Catholic tradition extends throughout the world, but one related custom in particular originated on the island of Sicily: St. Joseph’s Table.
St. Joseph’s Table. Fuckin’ badass. St. Joey was the patron saint of workers. He’s relatable! You should want celebrate him, to give him the respect he deserves.
But I know you won’t. However! I bet if he was pale with a drinking problem and a fixation for car bombs and fugazi gold coins you’d be throwing him a parade and dying the Atlantic Green, White and Red. But like I said, you won’t. And you know why?
Because you’re jealous.
Because you’re a hater.
… all because he’s an Italian.
Anti … Italian … Discrimination
Nicky The Good 
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