Not all Jews trace their origins to Israel, but let’s say Kyle’s family does for the sake of making it easy. Israel has only existed since 1948, and Judaism has been around for thousands of years before. In addition, his mother, and possibly father, are from New Jersey. Yikes. Conversely, with all else unknown, “Broflovski” as a surname has a high propensity for having Slavic origins. The Russian Empire once had the largest population of Jews in the world, before Israel was established. Most have since relocated to Israel, Canada, Australia, the United States, and the rest of Europe.
“Cartman” isn’t a widely-used surname, but any genealogist or linguist would probably tell you it also has British origins. But is he also part German? Probably not, but let’s not spoil it for him. He wishes he were. Germany and Ireland specifically have significant populations of people with red hair. Let’s not forget Jack Tenorman’s role. His genes could have been recessive, after all.
Any surname beginning with “Mc” (also called “Mac”) is Scots-Irish in origin. So are the McCormicks Scottish or Irish? Probably Irish. Probably both. Drink up.
I was the first person on either side of my family born in California. My mother was born in Wyoming, and her mother was born in the French-speaking Wallonia region of Belgium, like the generations before her. My mother’s father, as well as her older sister, were born in Vancouver, Canada. So I figured that made me part Canadian, right?
No. My great grandfather and the family before him were originally from Arkansas, before moving north of the border. I was not happy to learn I had ancestry in one of the most backwards, uneducated and corrupt states in the country, simultaneously known for contributing nothing significant other than some diamond mines, Walmart, and Bill Clinton. Even Arkansas’ Wikipedia article acknowledges the state has a reputation for being filled with “banjo-picking hillbillies.” Is it all bad? Yeah, kinda. I take no pride in being part Arkansawyer. No plans on the horizon to visit Little Rock any time soon…or, ever.
As for my dad’s side of the family? That’s easier. They're all Danish. As far back as his family’s history can be traced, every person in the family was born, lived, and died in Denmark. My dad moved to California from the Danish city of Odense at the age of 22 in 1979 to live with his uncle who moved here with his wife in 1958.