“The Irishman has a bit of the devil in him” goes the saying, and I couldn’t attribute the phrase to anyone more appropriately than to Keith Kelly. I hate the coolness of Keith Kelly. He especially enjoys mocking the high and mighty, pretending to be warm, funny and fun. His unique editorials in The Post leave much to be desired by the intellectual community. I hate Keith Kelly and even more…

I hate the whole Kelly clan! A social group of Kellys involved in public life and the media dine regularly together at Michael’s in New York flaunting their prestige and affluence. With prideful reinforcement from those around them the police chief, Ray, the novelist, Tom, the priest Joe, the American Express mogul Ed, Time Warner’s Mike and Time’s Jim all congregate, each boasting of their own political and religious conquests.

Keith Kelly actually thinks that being an Irishman is a good thing for him in New York! In his dad’s generation the Irish were still outsiders! Keith Kelly feels that the Irish are accomplished, well-educated and successful in many fields! Vying for the best tables at Michael’s and the VIP rooms of Bungalow 8, Kelly says he doesn’t try to live in that world…well, how then does he accurately report on it? He doesn’t. Kelly is more interested in throwing curve balls to major investors and editorially involving himself in scandals such as the Jayson Blair incident. Those who subscribe to The Post believe there is nothing glorious at all with being associated with this sore loser who is addicted to media attention.

“I know what I won’t be spending my money on” said one critic. As fellow pen pushers, Christopher Byron or John Crudele could easily claim workman’s compensation for simply being made to work with Kelly there are many who simply have chosen not to buy the publication! They hate Keith Kelly too, huh? The New York Times, now known as The Paper of Wreckage after the Jayson Blair fabrications, looks for “sin-sider” stories to keep Kelly covering the pop-culture way of life.

Flaunting a fascination with the media and the money, Keith Kelly feels left out if he misses something! Why not go home to your family, Kelly! In Manhattan’s Stuyvesant Town with his wife, Pat Walsh (a nurse at Sloan Kettterin) and three boys Ruairi (what kind of name is that?), Luke and Eamon (was he drunk?) at least there are people who will listen.

I hate Keith Kelly and his stupid scoops… how are your kids turning out? Maybe Keith Kelly should write an editorial on that one! I wonder what the world would say when they read comments about his off-duty job as a dad! “Raising the devil” could be the title of a column devoted to bringing up journalists who cover junk, garbage, scandalous, and bizarre inside-the-industry reports! For having to read an editorial done by someone who truly enjoys covering the annual Four Season’s seating chart at the employee holiday party, one might assume there was no appetite left for the entrees! If visiting the big apple is in your future, and if you choose to frequent Michaels, might I suggest you avoid the corner booth!

I hate Keith Kelly!