Finally!! My tasks have been completed, and I am looking forward to SOCF tomorrow. Religion is taking a back seat today (sorta) as this will be my only chance to express a few thoughts on St. Patrick’s Day before Saturday. Being primarily of Irish heritage Saturday will offer me the opportunity to celebrate my roots and make fun of all things British.What a great story and history. Centuries ago, Irish raiders kidnapped a young fellow (the soon to be St. Patrick) who resided in Roman Britain. He escaped backed to Britain six years later and went on to become a bishop. In order to exact his revenge Patrick returned to Ireland and converted the drunken, filthy pagans into drunken, filthy Christians and most became Catholic. Now sure, Patrick could have retaliated by killing his kidnappers, but he knew that converting people to Catholicism was a much more painful form of punishment.
The thing I find most fascinating about St. Patrick is that he was born in Roman Britain. That means there’s a possibility that he was Roman, which means he could have been Italian. That’s what’s so damn funny. Can you believe that an entire country of shit-faced, pugilistic Micks was converted by a Dago and some kind of fight didn’t break out? Fortunately, there was no violence, and Ireland has, of course, been violence free ever since.
That indeed is a story worth celebrating every year…and how do we celebrate the saintly feats of St. Patrick? By getting sloshed out of our gourds and mangling the lyrics to “When Irish Eyes are Smiling”, that’s how. But do not fret; everyone else is mangling them too, so it all blends together. We also wear green. Green shirts…Green garters…Green hats. We even wear green faces after consuming our sixth pitcher of Green beer. You da man St. Patrick, you da man.
Of course what would the big day be without enjoying that delicious Irish cuisine!? Boiled potatoes, soda bread, and corned beef…as sexy as food gets. Of course, some bars take a canned concoction and pass it off as Irish Stew. You can bet that is was made by Dinty O’Moore.
What a blast it is being Irish on St. Paddy’s Day. Of course when all is said and done and the next morning rolls around your head will feel as though you were beaten by a dozen members of the Ulster Defence Association. But hey, that’s all part of being Irish.
Until tomorrow, and Stream of Consciousness Friday…Cheers!!
25 comments:
When did Rachel Ray get a boob job?
Why must you try to disturb the good feelings I get when looking at that picture by invoking her name!?
Do you think she's carrying Guinness in those "jugs"?
Perhaps I should taste them and see Jillie!!
Well you have a fun time Saturday Matt they have me working $@&!##*
Your boss must be British Roger. Cheers!!
Ah, Matty me darlin', ye know, this Dutch-Indonesian girl is a Celt at heart and me blood flows green, don'tcha know?
A most joyous and drunken St. Paddy's Day to ye and yers - mwah!!
Oh, yeah, - GO DAWGS!
Same to you O'Songbird. mwah mwah Cheers!! Even if Butler wins and harms my bracket, I will be happy for you. : )
Well that explains it! It explains everything now, since reading this post!
First, I'm Italian, I drink a lot, and...I LOVE St. Patty's Day.
Second, I absolutely love women. Yes, I'm a lesbian....therefore making me lust after this picture!
Thirdly, this is what makes me a dirty filthy Christian.
Do you see how this works? I didn't even need a shrink for this! You gave me all the answers to ALL of my problems!
I just love you!
Cheers Matty-Boy!
LOL...I am sooo glad that I could be of service Deb. While years of bagwine abuse has damaged my liver, it has helped me develop a keen sense into the human psyche. You and I have much in common.
I am Irish, I drink alot, and I love Italian food. I too, lust for women and am a Christian who can behave quite filthily as well.
We should get together soon and not have sex. Cheers!!
Dammit! Times like this make me wish I had at least a drop of Irish blood. Alas, all I have are a few pints of Spanish. Bugger. Paella and tapas are NOTHING compared to boiled potatoes and corned beef. ;-)
You forgot to mention one of St. Paddy's greatest achievements: a snake-free Ireland! That's almost as good as a violence-free Northern Ireland.
Can't say a word. About the post. Forgot what was in it. Blame those two inflatable melons with ...BIG nipples....aaaagh....what are you like! ;)
Lizza, if you'd like a little Irish in you, I would be happy to provide it ; ) Boo Yah and Cheers!!
Wendz...I am surprised. I thought that the picture was sensuous without being gaudy. A tribute to the beauty of Irish lasses everywhere. What am I like, you ask? I am just a simple troubador singing my tunes of joy and happiness to the world. Cheers!!
The Irish boiled supper is actually a New England invention, but since it was invented by Irish-Americans, it counts. And I plan on eating plenty of corned beef (with lots of spicy mustard) and cabbage (sauteed with bacon) this weekend. With Champ -- that's mashed potatoes with green onions. Yummmm...OH!
Also -- I like the green, darlin. How's about makin it poimanent? :)
What is this talk of corned beef and Irish Stew????
Soda Bread and boiled potatoes is all you will get... though if it is true St. pat could have been Italian you could dish up a big ole plate of pasta!
Bond beat me to it...how is it you can discuss eating this corned beef?
Or mayhap you just discuss it and won't actually partake?
Have some lasagna paisan.
Oh - nice pic!
"but he knew that converting people to Catholicism was a much more painful form of punishment" - HIlarious! The gigantic mammaries are a bit distracting, but I'll get through somehow. I can't help but wonder about the lack of support in a flimsy Old Navy tanktop and whether this poor lassie's back hurts, though!
I'm Irish (my maiden name had an O' in front o' it, till some ancestor decided we'd be better off assimilating), but have never really eaten the Irish foods - shocking isn't it? I like potatoes, but prefer them fried in oil as opposed to boiled, and I really don't go for cabbage. However, I will never say no to a green beer on the big day!
Now I have a mental image of you downing a fifth of GREEN Wild Irish Rose and mangling the lyrics to “When Irish Eyes are Smiling”...
If ever there was a food group that should NOT be washed down by green-tinted beer, it is the cornedbeefandcabbage food group.
Of course, in my opinion, that food group should never be washed down by anything. In fact, no one should eat it. It's gross.
come saturday there will be an aussie trying to convert the japanese. well actually not so much trying to convert them as encouraging them to get extremely magotted in true st paddy's day style.
Ah Allie, another history lesson. Will yo uever stop taking issue with my poetic license? But I will leave it green today just for you. Just because you're hot!!
Screw that Bond. I will be eating some kind of meatless pizza.
Travis: I will not be partaking of the meat. As I told Bond I will be supplementing my merriment w/ pizza.
Laura: The chick has a lovely set of shamrocks. Our name too, had an O' in front of it (some still do). Enjoy your green beer and your milk.
Janna: Thanks for the reminder I have to remember to try the Apple flavored WIR tomorrow. Cheers!!
Jmai: If there were such thing as an Irish chef he would debunk that notion. Cheers!!
Eyechan: I am glad to see that you are doing your part for international relations. Keep up the good work.
Considering it's still lent I assume you are going to be passing up the corned beef.
Wish me luck, I have to tend bar at the Irish Heritage Club tomorrow. I hope I don't end up poisoning anyone.
Ha, I know you do. You'll be fine Raven and it actually sounds like fun. And no, I am not going to be consuming any corned beef or beef stew. I will remain strong. Cheers and Have Fun!!
BTW - My cat is a boob man. I was reading the Stream and he about threw himself at the picture of the marvelous tatas.
LOL.
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