They're after me lucky charms...

Ah, tis St. Patty’s Day once more. That day when good Catholics reflect on how one of their finest brought the heathen Celts the light of God, chased away all of Ireland’s snakes, and created a gothic fashion piece (the Celtic cross).

It’s also the day when many an Irish descendant in America celebrates their heritage by wearing the national colors and shouting Erin Go Bragh!

I, being neither Catholic nor Irish, will most likely don what little green I have in my wardrobe and head with friends to the local pub to pound pint after pint of what, in my humble Welsh Protestant’s opinion, is Ireland’s greatest export:



Not that I’ll be ignoring the other wonderful offerings Ireland hath wrought in our world. I have half a mind to sip some Jameson with my cigar this evening.

Not to be completely brutish and boring about the holiday, let me say a few words to my Irish brethren and sistren out there.

I am indeed tickled pink that Ireland will have a good showing in this year’s World Cup, and have always been hypnotically drawn to anyone remotely speaking in even the softest brogue.

I’m also happy that there is one holiday left out there that the ACLU doesn’t protest. My guess is that they just aren’t aware that it has any religious significance or else SOMEONE would be sued.

Not that I’m a pessimist, I just think people in general should lighten up, for all the right reasons. The ACLU just seems to be puckered for all the wrong reasons.

But let’s not make this a rant, after all, it’s St. Patrick’s Day as well as Friday! Could this get any better?

I’d also like to give a shout out to AeroSarge’s pappy, Wayne. This here also be his birthday. Many happy returns to the Wayne Man, may your steak be medium rare, your beer cold, and your bottle of Jack never run dry.

And as for the rest of you, do your best to pinch whatever you can get away with, drink Irish, and forget about your troubles.


Cheers,

Captain.