By New York Post (Opinion) | Created at 2025-03-17 00:39:16 | Updated at 2025-03-17 08:52:06
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Parade gets the green light
Everything around me is honoring St. Patrick’s Day. Even my favorite cantaloupe’s turned green.
Even that prince of a guy Harry whose missus is still trying to swipe a buck off TV. You know why? Because money’s her favorite color.
St. Pat’s. The faithful march up Fifth and stagger down Sixth. And did you hear about the Galway psychiatrist who used a Murphy bed instead of a couch?
Dick Van Dyke, 99, whose book “Keep Moving: And Other Tips and Truths About Living Well Longer,” told us: “You have to keep the ‘Bang Bang’ in your Chitty Chitty.’ ”
Forget leprechauns, Irish stew and corned beef, what was Irish lass Kathy Hochul’s dinner this week at East 60th’s French restaurant Le Bilboquet? Like what Emerald Islers Daniel Day-Lewis might’ve known in County Wicklow or Bono, Michael Fassbender, Saoirse Ronan, Ruth Negga, Matt Damon, Sarah Jessica Parker, Martin Sheen, Colin Farrell might’ve had? Or Jeremy Irons whose kitchen is in a West Cork pink castle?
Or maybe you once downed a pint with the late Angela Lansbury who lived on my New York City street and in whose Ireland home I’ve been while she herself baked Irish bread? Or my friend Elaine who edited Melania’s recent best seller and owns a home on the auld sod.
No. Fish. New York’s governor inhaled fish. There was also a plate of french fries.
Forget bacon and cabbage, pudding and limericks. We speak now of those few inches of sod that comprise the home of those french fries. Little itsy France, RuPaul’s closet is bigger. Known for shmattas, perfume, accents — and ingratitude. Who seems to have forgotten that our great country — in World War II — saved their ungrateful nation’s ass?
France’s big tour de farce
Me a passionate lover of the United States of America. But we’ll fix our problems, not you. You just stick to hustling overpriced shmattas. On your mini turf — and my living room’s larger — your senate member Claude Malhuret — about whom nobody cares or speaks — just unloaded on us. In the French senate — a country that eats frog legs — he criticized Trump and Musk.
France. That’s had nothing great since Brigitte Bardot. High debt, deficits, uncertain future, little growth, left-wing people, poverty, illnesses, racism, emission problems, rioting, violence, high unemployment, social issues — often rude to visitors — and these are its good points. Yet IT — and HIM — are peeing on the USA?
Down, boy. On the paper. Hire Hunter Biden if you need an upside. But don’t expectorate on the greatest nation God ever created — or we’ll take away your sequins.
Ukraine’s Zelensky may be familiar with this:
A diplomat is a person who can tell you to go to hell in such a way that you actually look forward to the trip.
Heard only in DC, kids, only in DC.
