Happy St. Patrick's Day

I know it’s St. Patrick’s Day and I should write about my people…but I got nuthin’. What’s interesting is that this is actually a holy day in Ireland. They celebrate St. Patrick’s Day by going to church (that PARTICULAR Irish tradition being enough to make me feel pretty damn American today). Not that we Irish are above having a wee cocktail after church (or even before church, for that matter), but the Irish certainly aren’t going to be having any green beer no matter what holiday it is. Who put the frat boys in charge of OUR holiday? That’s like taking a day that was meant to honor our most respected American presidents and turning it into an excuse to shop… Because what is it about a somber religious holiday that makes people take the cheapest beer they can find, make it even worse by dying it green and then consume it til their skin turns the color of the Lucky Charms man …otherwise known as Maeve’s St. Patrick’s Day 1997…and ’01…and…what’s everyone doing tonight?

And since it is St. Patrick’s Day, my mother would just like to point out that a four leaf clover is NOT a shamrock. That while we’re talking about religious subjects (and I promise you that won’t be a line that you see very often on this blog) that the shamrock was used by St. P to illustrate the three parts of the holy trinity. It was NOT used by St. P to illustrate the father, the son, the holy ghost…and their dog Buster. The holy trinity…and a player to be named later. So basically…keep your rotten, stinkin token of good luck to yourself (perhaps after the famines and the wars and the poverty…ummm, the Irish shouldn’t be sooooooo quick to piss all over the good luck charms – just a thought).

All I can say is…I’ll drink my communion wine to that.

Slainte