Moe Lane

A holiday that I loathe with every fiber of my virtually homogenous Irish-American soul.  Just like my buddy Matt, who is also pretty authentically Irish-American, and whose recipe for a proper Irish drink stands in stark contrast to the viridian* piss that will be all too available today.  Even if Matt’s drink is a little elaborate.

Matt also commissioned a song from me, so let me inflict it upon you.  It made my wife the fellow-bard wince and my RS colleague & buddy Neil Stevens adopt it as a banning video, so I would have to say that it was successful.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day.  STAY OFF THE DAMNED ROADS.

Moe Lane

*The hell, Firefox.  It’s a damned word.  You know ‘squamous,’ but not ‘viridian.’  Illiterate web-based spellchecker…

…hate St. Patrick’s Day almost as much as I do.  And I consider myself perfectly entitled to do so, seeing as I am almost completely of Irish descent.

But we’ve had that rant before.

All right, let’s get this over with.  I’m 7/8ths Boston Irish Catholic, and I hate St. Patrick’s Day for precisely that reason.  It’s a gala day of crude ethnic stereotypes mixed with people who dramatically show that they cannot handle their liquor: the first is excusable enough, but the latter grates on my soul.  Particularly since the people who cannot handle their liquor typically drink horrifically bad beer that is often green.

Beer should not be green.  If it comes out green, then you have done something wrong and you should not drink it.  If you have dyed it green, you are a bad person and the beer should be taken away from you for its own protection.

That’s it.  You can go back to wearing those stupid hats now.

Moe Lane

Here, I’ll even put up some Irish music.

NOW SHUT UP ABOUT IT.

Moe Lane

PS: 15/16ths, thank you very much.

It’s just that this:

(Flogging Molly: I’ll hopefully be able to pick up their their latest album at some point)

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[UPDATE] Hi to Instapundit readers.

It takes a lot for me to admit to the existence of St. Patrick’s Day; like virtually everybody else who can legitimately claim full-blooded Irish descent (15/16ths, in my case), I despise this holiday. Drunken non-Celtic buffoons with bad accents vomiting all over the place doesn’t appeal*. So, it requires something special to get me to even acknowledge the iconography.

This’ll do:

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