Now that February’s BHM is in the rear view mirror we can move on to IHM. Of course no one calls it that but me but I’m writing my legislators to see if we can make some changes. It’s really ideal, there’s St Patrick’s Day of course, celebrating the man who drove the Komodo Dragons out of Ireland. In addition, due to lack of sunlight and cool weather most of us are pale and pasty like our Irish brethren and potatoes from Maine (casts sideways glance toward Idaho <.<).
Here is a tune that applies to most of our Hostage crew performed by a lovely and talented musician who has a few more videos in the same vein out there on her channel.
As an aside, we used to sing this song at Boy Scout campfires. I can’t imagine the new, transgendered Scouts allowing this never mind the song called “Bang Bang Lulu”
(https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bang_Bang_Lulu — skip to the military cadence section).
If you don’t like fiddle music you may have tertiary syphilis, perhaps as the result of a fiddler’s fuck since they’re known to be carriers of multi-resistant strains of VD. If you had only paid attention in school you might have prevented all that misery.
It’s a wonder Disney let that one get made much less out on the tubes. Here is an Irish boy engaging in their national sport. It’s called “Twedawdling”. Odd word isn’t it? Twedawdling. Twee-Dawh-Duh-Ling. Say it out loud and savor the word like a fine spirit. This is the modern version with a leaf blower. The ancient Celts used hand fans and spun on rocks and for some reason it really didn’t catch on until much later.
Here are a few modern hoop stars who identify as Irishmen
All month long there is special incentive to catch leprechauns. If you catch one there is a clause in the whole Pot O’ Gold reward where you not only get some gold but they will not slay your first born as revenge. Now that’s some Grimm Fairy Tale shit right there.
Lastly, the Irish are known for their propensity to lift a glass or two. And not just a cup of tea. Between the Guinness, the Murphy’s and the Beamish they’ve got the stouts fairly well covered. You know who wishes it was IHM all month for an excuse to get out to the bar and slake her thirst?
Irish History Month seems like a long shot but so did PDT just 4 months ago. JEF was all smiles at that WHCA dinner a few years back when he said Trump would never be president. How’s that shit sandwich taste now Obama? Like eating crow? Or eating Reggie‘s ass? I’ve said it many times here and elsewhere that DJT may and will probably disappoint like all politicians but just knowing that he wiped all the grins off so many smug faces makes it all worth it. And the Supreme Court justices. And Melania. And Mad Dog. And making Mexico pay for Taco Tuesday from now on. That’s all I got now, see you Friday!
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