Twas great creac in Ireland before we settled on becoming Christians.
We were a war like race with lovely pagan rituals involving fighting, drinking, and of course, cavorting with members of the opposite sex.
We had tales of great warriors such as Finn and Cuchullain! There were the wars with the magical people of the North, the Tuatha de Danu. There was the Great Cattle Raid of Cooley, the Children of Lir, the Salmon of Knowledge and the story of Queen Maeve of Connacht!
Cuchullain, the great Irish hero, chained himself to a tree so that he could face his enemies as he was dying from his wounds. Ah! What has become of the children of the Gael. Before the guilt of Christinan times we were hedonists and warriors!
Lugh was the sun god and the Morrigan(composed of three manifestations)
was the goddess of death. We loved nature and our Druid priesthood!
Oh to return to those simpler times when we were warriors and poets!
Maybe we have not lost all the blood that once flowed through our veins!
If anyone cares to check they'll find that approximately 65% of the Medals of Honor awarded have been given to those of Irish ancestry(That was the figure given in the Irish Echo Newspaper). Most of those medals have been given posthumously. It either speaks to our great courage as a race or our incredible lack of good judgement!
In the parlance of many an Irish Gin Mill in the Bronx: "Is this a private fight or can anyone join in"?
I respect Patrick as a great Holy man. He did tame the Irish a bit too much though!Now we have the "wee" people and some other lame legends.
I yearn for the days when our tales told of great warriors and their brave deeds. I yearn for the days of warrior poets and not saintly scholars.
I wish a happy ST. PATRICK'S Day to all my fellow THR members and officially make you one of us( an Irishman) for as long as you'd like to be!
UP THE FIELD BOYS!! UP THE FIELD, AND NOT A KERRYMAN IN SIGHT!!!