It's been said that on St. Patty's day everybody is Irish......that's right; Africans, Jews, Serbs, you name it, all Irish whether they like it or not. The Irish somehow ended up with drunkenness and brawling as their culture's stereotypical behavior while we Jews lucked out and got studiousness and business acumen. Still, for one day a year I'll gladly fight ye and the rest o' yer family fer the next pint o' green ale!!
It's all in good fun so here in Quebec while a lunatic fringe of French speaking ethnic cleansers tries to stir up trouble by claiming that the festivities are too "English" the rest of us will be pukin' green come dawn. http://www.canada.com/victoriatimescolonist/news/story.html?id=47ca8a4f-4803-4085-8e46-8f6db39dcd5b
As you tuck in to your boiled meats, potatoes and cabbages perhaps a little mealtime story would be appreciated and in this case a true story about the birth of the unique and doofusy style of Irish step dancing.
It seems that way back in the 16th century a young millworker name of Fynn O'Hahaghanie (pronounced O'Ghahnagahey) drank himself into a stupor almost every day to dull the pain of his boring existence on the Emerald Isle. One fateful morn there was a serious alcohol induced accident involving a horse and an unspecified farm implement (the details remain shrouded in mystery) and Fynn suffered severe nerve damage that rendered his arms numb and hanging limply at his sides. This was way before the invention of occupational therapy so Fynn upped his daily quotient of ale and cleverly learned to use his feet to open, hold, and pour the flasks. He lost his job because as a pretty much armless lad, he was no longer of any use to the mill owner (his loving father Reamus O'Hahaghanie).
To make ends meet Fynn would beg for change in the town center until one mournful day when he was beaten soun
dly about the head and robbed by some roving hooligans. Now some say the epiliptic-like spasms that this head trauma brought on were a curse but with his now nimble legs a'flailin' and his arms a'danglin' Fynn looked for all the world like the best dancer in all of Ireland!!People came from far and wide to marvel at his skills and it wasn't too long before they were all copying him too. Centuries later they're still at it and now you know why!!
THE END
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reat story eh??? Now...if only someone would pull the plug on that Michael Flatley guy.In closing here are two versions of the famous Irish folk tune "Dear Old Donegal"
The first in its traditional setting but sung by animated super heroes and the 2nd in the more popular Jewish version.
Drive safely!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YrnNYea9m0g
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-BZt0pl8Lws
5 comments:
Bor-ing.
...and you're a big help beeyatch.
I guess you missed the symbolism in the "irish step dance with seal" video.
The gangly dweeb is my readership, I am the trained seal performing for their amusement(and occasionally competing with some of them)
The otter awarding the shamrock to the seal represents God allowing me (and not my readers) into heaven for my good works and shiny coat.
Much more interesting when you scratch below the surface, eh?
Not really.
Faith and Begorrah, bless your dear heart, Blobbie! Ye have warmed once again, me heart's cockles!
Never let that nay-saying coleen, (fair though she be) ruin the gift of St. Patty's day and it's drunken revelry! Maria, count yer blessings, lass, and thank the Saints for dear Blobbie's hand of friendship on this sacred day!
BTW, we are having a f$%? of a wonderful time here in the Turksih isles, my lad!
How I wish I was there watching all of you getting wasted and enjoying the comraderie but all the sunshine in the world ain't gonna pay the rent. Instead Mikexxster, your daughter and I had lunch today. I called it "The Dave and Viv Aren't Here Support Society". Souvlaki were eaten in your honour.
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