Irish murder ballad covered by the Dead Milkmen https://youtu.be/fB0nry692jA and the Clancy Bros (without the intro) - written as a spoof by frat boys at Queens U Belfast in the 20's.
Fun fact: a 1990 episode of Star Trek: Next Generation includes a line where Data references the
"Irish Unification of 2024." The episode was banned in the UK and Free State for almost 20 years because of that line. It might be worth reminding the extremists on both sides of the Israeli/Gaza dispute that the equally extremist descendants of a common religion in Ireland, after decades of blowing each other up, finally came to their senses and worked out a lasting peace. I've been told Irish have tried mediating among the Mideast camps. Maybe they can work out an equally lasting solution. Maybe not on Good Friday, though.
I will never, ever forgive you for Bewitched, but Christy Moore has never had a bad song. I'd suggest 'The Middle of the Island' for maximum pain. We like pain, us Irish.
When I read "Today is the day we celebrate St. Patrick driving the snakes out of Ireland by getting drunk" for a moment I thought St. Patrick got drunk bc getting drunk was a way of getting rid of snakes. I need a drink.
Years ago I was in Bar Harbor, and some old retired fishermen were on the dock bullshitting. One man called over to me and gestured with the ornate cane he was holding, and said "y'know what this? It's my snake killing stick. When I drink, I see snakes!"
Probably bullshit like everything else they were carrying on about. That part of Maine has 2-3 species of snake, all small and retiring.
I remember once trying to write a song, "I Always Wear Orange on St. Patrick's Day." My then-girlfriend told me it was pretty obnoxious. I never finished it.
The Orange Order is a particularly odious protestant group that insists on marching marching through Catholic sections of NI during "marching season" in order to foment violence.
I think it was more just to give a big “fuck you” to Catholics, which is still incredibly odious. (And yes, could lead to bonus violence.) There are some parallels to the American South, where you have lots of people who go along with things because that’s just how how they are, and then a group within those that are truly bloodthirsty. It’s all pretty terrible.
Well, yes. The protestant Unionists ran the place and liked rubbing the fact that old William had invaded and beaten the heretics down and that his spiritual descendants kept them impoverished. So, odious bastards who stir up shit every July 12 - unless it falls on a Sunday..
I can't believe I've been doing sex wrong for my entire life. I've been doing a whole lot more than just slipping my penis in to hand off my sperm and then slipping back out.
Ta, Robyn. Good day, beloved Wonketteers. I love and appreciate you all and I bless us all with love, health, peace, and grace. Darling fiancé Meccalopolis bought us a 100 gallon propane tank, filled it, and hooked it up. He's my hero. We have hot water again, yay! Now we can tell the wimpy, whiney, propain-in-the-ass guys to fuck off permanently; we'll never again have to listen to them complain.
St. Patrick can fuck right off, too, chasing the Druids out of Ireland. I loathe and detest St. Patrick's Day, and am glad we're not in the East Village for amateur night. Yes, I'll have to watch my step going from the apartment to the bus stop Monday morning because I don't want vomit on my shoes.
Please, please stay safe. Wear a mask or two, wash your hands, sanitize when you cannot wash and let the sanitizer dry completely, stop touching your face, take Vitamin D, get one of the new vaccines, avoid indoor and crowded outdoor gatherings and when you must meet, remove masks only to eat, drink, and take quick photos, and stay the fuck away from me and everyone with whom you do not share a roof. Do this because you love yourself, and because I love you, too. Do this in memory of dear departed Treg among over seven million dead worldwide. Do this to honor the nurses and other frontline medical personnel, especially ICU Hera Mrs Land Shark RN. Stay safe.
Mrs. Callis stepped out to shop for a bit of fresh this and a bite of fresh that. I took advantage of her absence to lift my ass up out of my computer chair and clean the bathroom sink and the kitchen stove. Mrs. Callis has returned and now it's time for me to get the hell out of her kitchen, return to my chair, and resume watching Season 4 of The Wire, taking care to avoid going up the down staircase. Happy St. Patrick's Day, y'all.
I turned fiftysdhiqo;fgw something on this day. Happeh berfdeh tuh meh.
Now we know where Katie Britt got that voice.
Irish murder ballad covered by the Dead Milkmen https://youtu.be/fB0nry692jA and the Clancy Bros (without the intro) - written as a spoof by frat boys at Queens U Belfast in the 20's.
Fun fact: a 1990 episode of Star Trek: Next Generation includes a line where Data references the
"Irish Unification of 2024." The episode was banned in the UK and Free State for almost 20 years because of that line. It might be worth reminding the extremists on both sides of the Israeli/Gaza dispute that the equally extremist descendants of a common religion in Ireland, after decades of blowing each other up, finally came to their senses and worked out a lasting peace. I've been told Irish have tried mediating among the Mideast camps. Maybe they can work out an equally lasting solution. Maybe not on Good Friday, though.
I will never, ever forgive you for Bewitched, but Christy Moore has never had a bad song. I'd suggest 'The Middle of the Island' for maximum pain. We like pain, us Irish.
When I read "Today is the day we celebrate St. Patrick driving the snakes out of Ireland by getting drunk" for a moment I thought St. Patrick got drunk bc getting drunk was a way of getting rid of snakes. I need a drink.
Years ago I was in Bar Harbor, and some old retired fishermen were on the dock bullshitting. One man called over to me and gestured with the ornate cane he was holding, and said "y'know what this? It's my snake killing stick. When I drink, I see snakes!"
Probably bullshit like everything else they were carrying on about. That part of Maine has 2-3 species of snake, all small and retiring.
I thought it was March 17th???
When a drinking holiday falls at least 2 days before Friday or 3 days after Saturday it is decreed that the entire weekend becomes a boozefest.
The reference seems to be that the 16th is a better partying day this year because Saturday.
I remember once trying to write a song, "I Always Wear Orange on St. Patrick's Day." My then-girlfriend told me it was pretty obnoxious. I never finished it.
The Orange Order is a particularly odious protestant group that insists on marching marching through Catholic sections of NI during "marching season" in order to foment violence.
I think it was more just to give a big “fuck you” to Catholics, which is still incredibly odious. (And yes, could lead to bonus violence.) There are some parallels to the American South, where you have lots of people who go along with things because that’s just how how they are, and then a group within those that are truly bloodthirsty. It’s all pretty terrible.
Well, yes. The protestant Unionists ran the place and liked rubbing the fact that old William had invaded and beaten the heretics down and that his spiritual descendants kept them impoverished. So, odious bastards who stir up shit every July 12 - unless it falls on a Sunday..
35 years ago I used to love loading up on acid and going to Savannah's St. Patty's Day bash.
Alas, now am an old..
Always liked this derivative of the well song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3f4pHE4YVfw
I can't believe I've been doing sex wrong for my entire life. I've been doing a whole lot more than just slipping my penis in to hand off my sperm and then slipping back out.
You might require additional training.
I should pray.
When I lived in the Big Apple, St. Patrick’s Day just meant I couldn’t get into my favorite Irish bars.
Another Amateur Day, like New Years Eve.
I saw a t-shirt with the top 10 good things about being Irish.
The only one I can remember is that you never have to go more than ten blocks in New York City to find a bar named after your family.
Especially if you’re named Murphy. Or Clancy.
Or Finnegan.
Yeah, but Finnegan did have an awesome wake.
Best one I've ever attended....at least I was told later that I was there.
Ta, Robyn. Good day, beloved Wonketteers. I love and appreciate you all and I bless us all with love, health, peace, and grace. Darling fiancé Meccalopolis bought us a 100 gallon propane tank, filled it, and hooked it up. He's my hero. We have hot water again, yay! Now we can tell the wimpy, whiney, propain-in-the-ass guys to fuck off permanently; we'll never again have to listen to them complain.
St. Patrick can fuck right off, too, chasing the Druids out of Ireland. I loathe and detest St. Patrick's Day, and am glad we're not in the East Village for amateur night. Yes, I'll have to watch my step going from the apartment to the bus stop Monday morning because I don't want vomit on my shoes.
Please, please stay safe. Wear a mask or two, wash your hands, sanitize when you cannot wash and let the sanitizer dry completely, stop touching your face, take Vitamin D, get one of the new vaccines, avoid indoor and crowded outdoor gatherings and when you must meet, remove masks only to eat, drink, and take quick photos, and stay the fuck away from me and everyone with whom you do not share a roof. Do this because you love yourself, and because I love you, too. Do this in memory of dear departed Treg among over seven million dead worldwide. Do this to honor the nurses and other frontline medical personnel, especially ICU Hera Mrs Land Shark RN. Stay safe.
Slava Ukraini. 🌻🇺🇦💙💛
You will always be my hero, darling.
Hey, I really liked that peppy music video, even if I didn't have time to listen to the end.
Pour one out for Malachy McCourt, father a childhood friend and a gifted story teller.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3nIheVQ_MFg&t=267s
Thanks for this “take their language and turn it into sorcery”, indeed.
Mrs. Callis stepped out to shop for a bit of fresh this and a bite of fresh that. I took advantage of her absence to lift my ass up out of my computer chair and clean the bathroom sink and the kitchen stove. Mrs. Callis has returned and now it's time for me to get the hell out of her kitchen, return to my chair, and resume watching Season 4 of The Wire, taking care to avoid going up the down staircase. Happy St. Patrick's Day, y'all.