St. Patrick’s Day
So this is from MCPO NYC USN Ret. about some heathen besotted celebration with which me nor my antecedents are familiar;
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Today is St. Patrick’s Day. With its emphasis on carousing, excessive drinking and vomiting, St. Paddy’s Day is one of the three great moron-friendly holidays, the other two being the 4th of July (drinking and detonation of heavy ordnance) and Mardi Gras in Rio (drinking and scantily clad women).
What, not a word about potatoes? That’s especially shocking inasmuch as the most famous battle cry in US Navy history is “Damn the potatoes. Full speed ahead!”
Beannachtai na Feile Padraig!
Just further proof that God invented whiskey to keep the Irish from ruling the World!
But did MCPO NYC USN Ret wear panty hose under his kilt?
When I was in college, I played in a pipe band. We played the Chicago St. Pats Parade. The wind was so freaking cold that the guys were begging the chicks to buy their panty hose for $20 each so they wouldn’t be seen in a pharmacy buying them.
You are darn straight I wore them … 3 pairs. It was 30 degrees with wind all day!
pics or it didn’t happen
Clams,
Some of the Ranger Students in the (technically but not quite) 1980 winter class wore pantyhose. We laughed at them.
Then, during the Mountain Phase …. we offered to buy their pantyhose.
(^__^)
–ghp
I wore a kilt while working on the Isle of Skye … always regimental — even in horizontal rain.
Alas …. St. Patrick was born in what is now Scotland, was kidnapped as a young boy by Vikings, and sold off in Ireland.
But don’t take that to heart … my namesake Le Sire de Poer, visited Hastings in 1066 with Duke William; his grandson (our namesake in Ireland) visited Waterford in 1173 and liked it so much he stayed; my immigrant ancestor disliked it so much he emigrated to Savannah in 1850.
“Mad Paddy”, a crew chief I knew during my time in the USAF, claimed “We Irish sent kilts and bagpipes to Scotland as a joke …. the Scots never caught on.”
Slán agat,
–ghp
Master Chief,
Here’s to you and all your wayward Brothers from the Emerald Isle.
Master Chief:
Goodnight and joy be with you all!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Np_Ud4KA08
Of all the money that e’er I spent
I’ve spent it in good company
And all the harm that I ever did
Alas it was to none but me
And all I’ve done for want of wit
To memory now I can’t recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all
If I had money enough to spend
And leisure time to sit awhile
There is a fair maid in this town
That sorely has my heart beguiled
Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips
I own she has my heart enthralled
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all
Oh, all the comrades that e’er I had
They’re sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e’er I had
They’d wish me one more day to stay
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I’ll gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be with you all
–ghp
My plans to get into NYC yesterday were derailed by the first flu that I’ve had in over 20 years. I’m sure a pint of Murphy’s Stout (Guinness is no longer consumed in my home since their very public political positions)would have helped along with a wee bit of Black Bush to drive the fever out.
Mast Chief…..maybe we can catch up next year.
“An Irishman is NOT considered drunk as long as he can hold onto a blade of grass and not fall off the face of the earth.”
Irishmen were wanted in the Union Army during the Civil War when the Union Army was having recruiting posters put up in German, Polish, and other languages. One letter written by a Senior Union Officer that I read in a book was concluded with the statement “…send Paddy, because he will fight until the end.”. It’s obvious that Irishmen have never been afraid of a hard day’s work OR a fight. When the Transcontinental Railroad was being built, Irishmen were most desired on tracklaying crews. I’m no purebred, but I’ve got Irish and Scottish blood in me, and I’m proud as hell of both!!
Gotta go to bed, but first, another shot anna beer!!
Marched with the Catholic War Veterans…wasn’t that cold. The nips of Jameson from the flasks probably helped.