On Saturday, I said that Drew Brees ate my Friday. I was being literal, not facetious for a change. I had originally planned to quote the Guardian quoting Miriam Lord of the Irish Times then, but I wanted Drew Brees Agonistes at the top of the blog all day.
The Irish Examiner accused Pence of trying to “humiliate” the republic.
She described the impact of the Pence visit on Ireland as “like pulling out all the stops for a much-anticipated visitor to your home and thinking it has been a great success until somebody discovers he shat on the new carpet in the spare room, the one you bought specially for him”.
“As Pence read from the autocue and Irish eyes definitely stopped smiling,” she added, “it was clear he was channeling His Master’s Voice. Trump is a fan of Brexit and of Boris.”
“Pence,” Lord continued, “is Irish American and wastes no opportunity to go misty-eyed about his love for the ‘Old Country’ as he lards on his Mother Machree schtick on both sides of the Atlantic.”
I might have called it his Quiet Man schtick but that was even funnier. It evokes Pence in a green bonnet and pantaloons. Pantaloons is one of the funniest words in the language.
Make sure you read Miriam Lord’s column in its entirety at The Irish Times: How Mike Pence Shat On The New Carpet In Ireland’s Spare Room. It was more meta to quote the Guardian quoting her. I like to be meta whenever possible.
The Pence visit was a fiasco. Ain’t nothing worse than a sanctimonious liar. Plus he lied about lining his Master’s pockets by staying 140 some miles outside Dublin at Trump’s Irish joint, which is like staying in Mobile when you’re visiting New Orleans. That’s why I call him Mike Liar, Liar, Pence On Fire.
I guess they didn’t refuel in Scotland but there’s always next time. That’s why I call it the Fog of Scandal.