“May you always have bread on your table, and more bacon than bread, and more beer than bacon. And may you have need of none of it, having eaten and drunk your fill at the wakes of your enemies.” (Ancient Irish blessing invented a few years back by me.)
Bernie Sanders and Sean Penn unavailable for comment.
Happy Saint Patrick’s Day, Threedonia! As you can see from my avatar, I’m wearing seasonally appropriate attire. The rest of you, prepare to be pinched. (Although I understand it doesn’t hurt much after a few pints of Guinness.)
Incidentally, Mrs. C and I recently did the Ancestry.com thing just for kicks, and I was surprised to discover that the majority of my ancestry is Irish, which means I don’t have to pretend I am on days like this. I also discovered I’m about 1% Middle Eastern, so from now on whenever someone disagrees with me in a debate, I plan to accuse them of being Islamophobic.
Tomorrow, of course, is a great Norwegian holiday called, “Angrep Irland Fordi de Irske er For Beruset aa Motstande-dag.” (Attack Ireland Because the Irish are Too Hung Over to Resist Day.)
The Norwegians have a holiday that lasts the entire year?
Very good. Very good.
“If they can dye the river green on St. Patrick’s Day, why can’t they dye it blue the other 364 days of the year?” -The Fugitive
I’ve seen some of her “comedy” and I really don’t get it. It’s like 90% jokes about her being a drunken skank and 10% conservative-bashing, all delivered in the same bored monotone. She seems to loathe herself, loathe her audience, and loathe anyone who disagrees with her. What an unfunny, miserable woman.