St Patrick’s Day
Even if Ulster-Scots
“Amazing Grace” and “Scotland The Brave” are over-done …
Makes one want to go out and tweak some Sassunach bahookie, eh?
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Even if Ulster-Scots
“Amazing Grace” and “Scotland The Brave” are over-done …
Makes one want to go out and tweak some Sassunach bahookie, eh?
Happy SPD!
He can blow it out his ass as far as I’m concerned.
I’m not in the habit of paying much attention to indian givers anyway.
“Give us back the Statue of Liberty”, centre-left politician Raphael Glucksmann said at a convention of his Place Publique centre-left movement.
“We’re going to say to the Americans who have chosen to side with the tyrants, to the Americans who fired researchers for demanding scientific freedom: ‘Give us back the Statue of Liberty,'” he told cheering supporters.
“‘We gave it to you as a gift, but apparently you despise it. So it will be just fine here at home,'” he added.
https://www.france24.com/en/france/20250316-french-mp-demands-the-us-give-us-back-the-statue-of-liberty
https://yt3.googleusercontent.com/PSKoGWe5yK_ngEFebn_CgTjD5GSzGWN8KFdJkA684l-xkbwbKQJ5JItUb_lD4aKg-J9GOtI2JQ=s900-c-k-c0x00ffffff-no-rj
This morning, one of my cousins posted a different version of this on Facebook claiming that everyone is Irish on St. Patricks Day, except the Norwegians, who are always Norwegian (which is where most of my family’s lineage derives).
To which I asked, “What if your ancestry contains lines of both Norwegian and Irish heritage (not asked, but equally true is that small slice of my Scottish line)? If your family has been here more than a generation or two, it’s got to be pretty hard to not have some other country mixed in there. Most of us are mutts.
I’ll be wearing my green today, and I’ll probably pour a little something Irish into a small glass later tonight. Can’t hurt, can it?
Tullamore or Bushmills? 🙂
A long tme ago (1976 +/-), I visited Ireland. Was treated wonderfully well by the Irist Tourist Board. One of the real treats was in Limerick. After the Irish music show, I was invited by the group to a small (20X 15ft +/-)bar. Standing three deep was crowding in the room. It was almost under a bridge–maybe just alongside the piers. The wall behind the bar had about 4 small wooden casks from which they pulled the whiskey. OMG! The best ever! Better than any other Irish whiskey I have ever had!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vj-cpRBwVds
Well, I have two choices tonight….one of them along the lines of a Tullamore or Bushmills and the other a somewhat more obscure choice. I haven’t decided which way I’ll go.
Choice Number 1: A Bailey’s Irish Cream. Yeah, it’s basically a girl’s drink, or if you insist on a masculine view, it’s a dessert drink. But I won’t apologize for liking it. I drink it most often over a couple of ice cubes, but sometimes I’ll pour some over a small bowl of vanilla ice cream. Again, a dessert.
Choice Number 2: I’ve got a bottle of a single malt whiskey (Yes, this whiskey is correctly spelled with the “e”, which makes it both a sacrilege and an oxymoron) called Copper Alley produced by an Irish distillery called The Dublin Liberties. I bought it at the Duty Free on one of my trips through Sydney knowing nothing at all about the drink or the distillery. As an Arizonan, the “Copper” in the whiskey’s name caught my eye, and any distillery calling itself the “Liberties” just can’t be bad.
I love the balderdash-as-marketing that you see everywhere in the single malt space. Should I choose it tonight, here is what I’m supposed to get from Copper Alley…
Do I get honey, apple blossom, red fruits, golden syrup, or dark chocolate from this? Never. I don’t get one part of that. My palate is not that refined. I get whisky (or “whiskey”, if you insist), and I either like it or I don’t.
FWIW, I’ve been to the Guinness Brewery, where I learned how to correctly pour one. But the older that I get, the less that I like beer, so the nearest Guinness is on the shelf at the Walmart nearest to our home.
All of that reads like that of the art world, or the architecture world, or any world in which most people become fascinatingly bored to death when subjected to absolute boredom of the thing itself.
Seriously, after reading some heavy prose in a glossy architecture rag I feel envious of myself while simultaneously hating myself. Nothing that a deep dose of “back to the drawing boards” won’t cure.
I’ve said it before, I have had a lifelong distaste of all things alcohol. You can mask it with additional flavors and techniques but as it rolls down over the backside of the tongue on that swan dive to the belly there is always that tell-tale taste of pure nastiness – the alcohol itself. It has never set well with me.
I’m incapable of being an alcohol slob and I readily admit that of the several swimming pools worth of alcohol in all it forms that I have consumed in the past half century, every single drop was for one purpose – to get dronk.
To which I say, why waste money on stuff that’s just going to be “pissed away” when the end result is the same no matter how much you spend?
In about 10 mins I’m gonna be sitting on the front porch with a thick bottomed glass of dragon spit. $14.95 for a 750ml bottle.
i’ll be having a glass of Kilbeggan. https://www.kilbegganwhiskey.com/