- An Englishman an Irishman and a Scotsman were in a pub, talking about their sons. My son was born on St George’s Day,” commented the English man. “So we obviously decided to call him George” “That’s a real coincidence,” remarked the Scot. “My son was born on St Andrew’s Day, so obviously we decided to call him Andrew.”
“That’s incredible, what a coincidence, “said the Irishman. “Exactly the same thing happened with my son Pancake.” 

Not a particularly effective joke, but none the less another of the endless stream of Englishman, Irishman and Scotsman jokes. Why is the Englishman always the most intelligent, the Scotsman the most practical and the Irishman the idiot? I’m not sure, I really can’t discern why the Englishman is depicted in this way other than the tradition in which these jokes continue. The main convention and the way these jokes work is in mocking the scattish traits of the Irishman against the sensibilities of the other two nationals. It’s such a cruel world.  This racist vein continues, and again the Englishman is defended by the absurdity of the depictions of other nationals when we turn to a similar joke:  

 - An Englishman, and American and a Greek were complaining about their stupid wives.
The Englishman says, “my wife saw a sale in the supermarket and bought 50lbs of meat, and we don’t even have a freezer!”
The American guys says, “I got that beat. My wife bought a £60,000 car, and she doesn’t even know how to drive!”
But then the greek says, “no, mine beats that. My wife went on vacation last month with her friends, and took 100 condoms with her, and she doesn’t even have a dick!” 

The Englishman gets off with the lightest punishment once again. Why is it we are always able to avoid being the butt of such jokes? Please come mock us!