Hey Sugar, Betty here. I’m back with another post. My last post was on Valentine’s Day, and now I’m chattin’ with you on Saint Patty’s Day. Coincidence? Who cares? Shut up and buy me a drink!
Yes, I know, the Irish bishops actually moved Saint Patrick’s Day to this past Saturday so it wouldn’t conflict with the second day of Holy Week, but whatever. I’m celebrating today. Call me a Catholic girl gone bad, but I’ll try and atone for my sins by telling you the history of Saint Patrick . . . . . actually, why don’t I just quote someone:
It is known that St. Patrick was born in Britain to wealthy parents near the end of the fourth century. At the age of sixteen, Patrick was taken prisoner by a group of Irish raiders who were attacking his family’s estate. They transported him to Ireland where he spent six years in captivity. Lonely and afraid, he turned to his religion for solace, becoming a devout Christian.
After more than six years as a prisoner, Patrick escaped. According to his writing, a voice-which he believed to be God’s-spoke to him in a dream, telling him it was time to leave Ireland. To do so, Patrick walked nearly 200 miles from County Mayo, where it is believed he was held, to the Irish coast. After escaping to Britain, Patrick reported that he experienced a second revelation-an angel in a dream tells him to return to Ireland as a missionary. After his ordination as a priest, he was sent to Ireland with a dual mission-to minister to Christians already living in Ireland and to begin to convert the Irish. He is believed to have died on March 17, around 460 A.D.
In 1737, Irish immigrants to the United States began observing the holiday publicly in Boston and held the first St. Patrick’s Day Parade in New York City in 1766.
Here is the source.
WELL, I’ll drink to that!
How will you celebrate the holiday after the shit hits the fan (ATSHTF)? If you woo the post-TEOTWAWKI babes over for dinner they’ll want a drink with the meal. Do you have home brew, honey? Do you have honey, sugar? What DO you have stocked for the survival babes? Post-doomsday lassies will want a man with his groove on. Let me tell you a little secret about women, something you’ve heard before, but need to hear again. We like chocolate. No, we loooove chocolate. It just makes ya feel all tingly. ATSHTF, if you’ve got chocolate . . . . mmm, yummy. Sugar, you’re mine.
BTW by Ranger Man: yo, yo, yo, a comment on the comments section. I’m done screening and approving comments. It’s one more step in tending the blog, a step I don’t need, particularly when the comments submitted pretty much always get approved. I’ve had a problem with spam comments, but I’ve downloaded a WordPress plugin to defend against the assaults. Spam is mostly zapped at the perimeter now, so that’ll help in the screening – it’s automated.
A special note to TROLLS, your comments are welcome, and you can post anonymously, but know that I read comments. Anything that contains excessive and unnecessary profanity will be terminated. Racist crap will be terminated. 9/11 conspiracy promotion crap – will be terminated. You get the idea.
Thanks and have a great day.