Albo P Fossa—March 16, 2019
☘︎ Lá Fhéile Pádraig ☘︎
Have some green beer or—as I prefer—unCork your whiskey—and drown the shamrock. (No, not whisky: look it up. Grammar police.) Chase the snakes away.
Wear your green or get peenched. My only green is a cowboy shirt—still somewhat cardbord stiff—that I bought years ago in Gallup. Even our car’ll wear green.
A few warm days tricked some of our plants to go green. Junior Tree has buds. Snow still falls now and then to pinch them in the cold. Someday soon, though, the leprechauns will grant these spring doofuses their wish.
Éirinn go Brách. 🇮🇪 Ireland forever.
Wikipedia says “In time, the phrase became anglicised. By 1847, it was already in use as “Erin Go Bragh”. That year, a group of Irish volunteers, including U.S. Army deserters, joined the Mexican side in the Mexican–American War.” The American side took lands from México (and the Comanche, Apache, and Navajo), including Santa Fe de Nuevo México and Texas—lands south to the lower Rio Grande.
Now we build a wall to protect the Homeland. We immigrants want to slam the door after: No immigrants allowed.
America Go Bragh. (But not necessarily green: peench!)