Trump's new press secretary is called Kayleigh McEnany. Of course she is. From the start, the prevailing ethnic flavour of the Trump administration has been what we would in any other circumstances be pleased to describe as Irish-American.
Indeed even before it started in earnest there was Steve Bannon, who probably did more than any other individual to bring about this delinquent regime.
Bannon put a kind of an ideological shape on it, that of far-right nationalism. And of all the Irish-Americans who followed him down that track, he seems the most "Irish" in a certain way - he looks like some broken-down academic you'd find wandering unhappily through St Stephen's Green with a load of newspapers under his arm, waiting for Nesbitt's to open.
There he would drink remorselessly for the rest of the day, perhaps reading some large book about medieval history, occasionally joining in demented arguments with other disappointed intellectuals. And then wandering back home at about seven in the evening because he doesn't really want to be around people - "home" would be his study in the college, where he would sleep, or rather sleep it off, on the couch as usual.
Yeah, we've all seen the Steve Bannons of this world, shambling around in their natural habitat, which is mainly on the outer fringes of any institution on which they might seriously inflict their dangerous visions. They tend to be profoundly troubled individuals - but sure, aren't we all, sez you?
Ah, I'm afraid not even the bit of blarney, with a twinkle in me eye and a shillelagh under me arm, can blind us to the contribution of Irish-Americans to this most degenerate of administrations.
Paddy, be not proud - this one is on us, baby!
After Bannon there's Kellyanne Conway, inventor of "alternative facts". There was General 'Mad' Mike Flynn (the clue is in the title) and chief of staff John F Kelly. There was also chief of staff Mick Mulvaney.
Indeed with the passing of time, and the descent into infamy, it seemed that the Irishness of the names needed to be upgraded to full Hollywood stage-Irishry.
It wasn't enough to have Mike Pence or Sean Spicer with their Irish roots, or the house minority leader Kevin McCarthy, or former White House counsel Don McGahn, now it had to be… Mick Mulvaney! And now, Kayleigh McEnany!
And if anything, Paddy in the White House is being outdone by Paddy on the television - there was Bill O'Reilly, the voice of Fox News until it all became too disgraceful even for them. And there's Sean Hannity, who takes his orders directly from the Trumper, or maybe it's the other way round.
There is something in Trump's brutish white nationalism that seems to resonate with them, though theirs is the kind of pugnacious blather that might once have been deployed in the service of the Democratic Party.
Before they sold whatever souls they might have had to the devil in the GOP, such men might have been Democratic "fixers", claiming to represent the plight of those who are least fortunate.
Now they concentrate all their horrible energies on empathising with the plight of those who are the most fortunate - they will not rest until Trump and "our great companies" of Corporate America have taken every last dollar away from the socialists. Who are everywhere.
And in the upper echelons of the Fox News organisation there is Paul Ryan, former speaker of the house, who stepped back from the political realm - perhaps because he found the grotesqueries of Trump too distasteful, but maybe he just felt that he wasn't needed any more.
Having apparently devoted his life to the transfer of resources to those who are least in need, the arrival as president of such a perfect soulmate in that regard, made even Ryan's best efforts somewhat superfluous.
Higher still on the roll of dishonour is US Senate leader Mitch McConnell, who has a bit of the Gael in him at least - the other bits are Scottish and English, but they all add up to one of the worst Americans of the age.
This is what has happened with these Irish-Americans for Trump. They have done the dirt, accumulating power and wealth over generations - and then kicked away the ladder for the next crowd.
Back in the old country last week, an online fundraiser organised by the journalist Naomi O'Leary raised a ton of money in donations from Irish people to the Navajo and Hopi Nations, in recognition of the aid that was sent by Native Americans to Ireland during the Famine.
But begorrah, you'd want more than your viral campaigns to make up for the damage being done by the white supremacist Trump and his tribe of Irish-American collaborators.
All we can do right now is to let them know that they are a disgrace to their ancestors who most likely arrived in America poor and fearful - and that many of us here are deeply ashamed of them.
Paddy did much to build America, fair play to us, all the same. Looks like we're in there on the demolition too.
In the beginning it might at first have seemed unfortunate, that Ultan Conlon's excellent album There's A Waltz should be released at this time.
An album takes a lot of work, a lot of planning, a lot of everything really - so on the whole you'd probably prefer to get it out there without the world suddenly closing down.
Yet the virtual record shops are doing well, so if anything, this has been a fine time for Ultan or any other musician to launch. And with so many performers playing "from home", he finds that "if you scroll through Facebook it's like walking through Temple Bar with music blaring out of every pub window".
Even though his actual shows are all postponed, with his nightly recitals from his own home in Co Galway, a great levelling-off has taken place:
"I'm now technically doing the same show with the same production quality as Elton John or Lady Gaga - albeit they have bigger sitting rooms."
So many sitting rooms now, have turned into Carnegie Hall. I think in particular of the recent Take Me To The World: A Sondheim 90th Birthday Celebration - in which various Sondinistas paid tribute to the great man by singing his songs in their own homes.
For me this conjured up the spirit of the late Philip Chevron, as the music of Sondheim always does, perhaps the most dedicated Sondinista of them all, Philip would undoubtedly have been at this concert in New York if it had been a concert in New York, or anywhere.
Instead it was just over two hours on YouTube, of gorgeous songs performed by ridiculously talented people and written by a genius.
Just that, and nothing more.
The 10-part Netflix series on Michael Jordan, The Last Dance, has introduced many of us to top-class basketball, or at least to top-class basketball with a top-class soundtrack - the combination is sensational.
And on the side, a weird debate has started about whether Jordan has a gambling addiction - the man himself prefers to think that he has an addiction to being extremely competitive, which in the series involves him betting on everything from games of cards and games of golf, to a spot of pitch-and-toss.
One commentator believes that Jordan has a gambling addiction, but not a gambling problem, which is a new one on me - another observer explains that because of Michael's incredible wealth, when he's betting ten grand, it's like you or me betting a tenner.
And yet while it's easy enough to run out of tenners, in theory it is also possible to run out of ten grands, if you really put your mind to it.
What we know for sure, is that while Michael was being interviewed for this show, there was a glass of whiskey on the table beside him. And the more the interview went on, the more whiskey was in the glass.
I guess when you've got self-replenishing whiskey glasses, they can call you anything they like.