Have Any Irish In Ya Honey? Would Ya Like Some?

Centuries ago, Irish raiders kidnapped a young fellow who resided in Roman Britain.

He escaped backed to Britain six years later and went on to become a bishop. This man? St. Patrick.

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 occupied Britain.

That means there’s a possibility that he was Roman, which means he could have been Italian. 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, being the man of Irish descent that I am, that is exactly what I will be doing tomorrow here at the O’Bagwine digs, but...

I’ll be all by my little o'lonesome.

So, if you guys wanna join me please do. I’ll be posting updates here on my blog, updates on my Twitter Account as well as on my Facebook Page.

I may even have my webcam up and running for the festivities, so if you get the chance, please join me in my St. Paddy’s Day Drunken O’ Communiqués!!

In fact, as you can see from the picture I am doing a little St Patrick’s Day Eve priming of my o’liver. Damn right, O’Bitches; your eyes are not deceiving you…

What you see me imbibing is not my typical Wild Irish Rose “Red.” It’s, Wild Irish Rose “Wild Green Apple.”

I only consume the green during St. Patrick’s Day…for two reasons actually.

One…because drinking it only during the St. Patrick’s Day celebration gives it a special feel, and number two?

This shit taste like, well…o’shit. They should call it, “Wild Green Apple That Initially Tastes Like Apples But The Immediate Aftertaste Has A Flavor Of Mothballs and Crack Whore Pussy.”

Ha…Yesterday, my post discussed the merits of John Calvin and Thomas Jefferson and today? I mention Crack Whore Pussy. Unfuckingbelieveable. Any O’Hoo…

I hope you can spend part of your day tomorrow sharing my Gaelic Gala with me. And, in order to get you in the mood I offer this video that I recorded for St. Patty’s Day last year.

It’s me singing a few verses of Lily the Pink. O’capella of course. Enjoy.

Hope I see you ‘round tomorrow for a few…

Erin Go Braugh and Slainte!!