Thomas Davis and the Southern Leprechauns (Onstage Tonight!)
March 5, 2013 6 Comments
Ending up like this…
Typical Person transformed on St. Patty’s Day
Everyone and their great-grandmother gets wasted from Savannah to Frisco around the third week of March.
(See above picture equation)
However, there is a deeper meaning. History is buried somewhere beneath dollar store Leprechaun hats and littered cups in the Kelley green city fountain.
St. Patrick’s day — A chance to wear t-shirts that say, “Kiss me. I’m Irish”, have huge shamrocks painted on faces, guzzle Irish beer and drunk whisper yell while adding up on their fingers that they’re 46% Irish and 72% American bad ass. Fyi, holding your Guinness isn’t such a feat with low alcohol percentage ranging from 3.8-5.0 for bottled Black or Draught.
When you’re out this St. P’s day listen to how many people declare their supposed percentage of Irish blood. There’ll be a Latino girl or an Asian guy dropping shots of Jameson into Guinness swearing they’re at least 13% Irish.
After you experience a few St. Patty’s street parties that you cannot remember do you wish for deeper meanings to life? Do you seek connections? Check out the different saltires of European flags and what the colors represent.(Southern rebel flags have a saltire)
Thomas Davis (Irish Nationalist and Protestant) said, “It is not blood that makes you Irish but a willingness to be part of the Irish Nation“. In essence all the fallin’ down suddenly Irishman doing Conan impressions, jigs and upping their ancestral lineage numbers are really just honoring history. I’m glad no one asks me to toast because I’d buzzkill with “Quis Separabit” the rough translation of Romans 8:35 “Who shall separate us from the love of Christ?” A portion of that Bible verse is on our SC state seal and an excerpt from an Irish historical speech.
How does modern society connect spiritual revolution against British oppression?
By kissing a plastic copy of the Blarney stone, smacking a leprechaun (Or is it pinch I don’t know I’m only 7.9% Irish), plucking four leaf clovers, dressing like tinkerbell (she wore green and was hot tempered so she must be an Irish sprite) and coloring toilet bowl water green in one way or another so…enjoy all the adapted, twisted interpretations of a historic holiday.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
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Made dinner for me and my sisters one St Patty’s day. I made every dish green. (This takes some patience with corn!)
The girls looked at me and the food very suspiciously… They eventually took a few nibbles, after seeing me scarf down a pile of green mashed potatoes. After a while it was a grand joke and they had fun with it, and couldn’t wait to tell their friends about it.
I need to see if my baby sister has done this for her boys now (5 and 4). They’d get a gross-out kick out of it.
That is really sweet. Hope she remembers and recreates for your nephews.
Your tags are more scholastic than anything I’ve done with my life in the past five years. Also, what do you recommend for those of us that have no Irish heritage? The English in me feels like drinking tea and being snarky, but that seems wrong.
All the more reason to become 110% Irish and prove it with your Irish boozing.
It’s all about the shamrock shakes!
Can’t tell if that’s a beverage or an after effect of the bev!?