Satire
Before Christianity came to Ireland, there was tribal law forbidding the making of a satire against anyone, especially against the King. If you were judged guilty of doing so, you had to pay an "honor price". I don't recall what it was, but the point was that paying it (probably in cows, pigs or something like fine cloth) kept you from being exiled, which was a death sentence, or soundly beaten or killed, thus depriving the clan or tribe of your services, and saving your family from poverty and grief. Bishop Cait can correct me if I'm wrong here, but that's what I recall from my studies long ago.
Today we might call it sarcasm. If you are around the culturally Irish you will see them unmercifully teasing one another with a straight face. They might sound as if they really dislike one another. But at some point one of them will grin, one will laugh, then all will laugh until they weep and gasp for breath.
My personal struggle is not to do that with the non-Irish. Actually hurting feelings by accident is never my intention. If I wanted to really hurt someone there would be NO doubt about it! Oh, I made a LOT of apologies once I got sober!!!
Just babbling today, I guess. Go read The Onion and laugh!
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