The Celtic White Pride movement? Really? You guys screwed your way across the Diaspora. If you look at me? I am the poster child for the Celtic Heritage Movement. From one end of the Islands to the other. English, Irish, Welsh, Scots, Scots Irish (no Manx, sadly, that would be cooler) and then add all the close European counties that the Celts managed to wander to at one point or another. French, German, Swiss, Swedish, Alsace-Lorraine, and a smatterings of “I have no recollection of that Senator.” to round us out. My oldest child is a red-head for gods sake. Shall we discuss all the peoples that stomped through the Islands and got absorbed into home and hearth?
If I had any cultural pride at all, I would get up every morning, argue with myself over guns, annex myself, make part of me disappear, rape, pillage and burn myself and then get on with the rest of the awful things that go along with my White Pride.
I wanted to stop and chat with him so bad, but really, what good would it have done short of getting me in a fist fight next to the jelly. I could have brained him with a jar of Blackcurrent Jam and felt good about oppressing him with something English.