Saturday, March 26, 2016

Up The Irish!

100 Easters (not actual yrs.) ago the bog-monkeys rose up against the Limey imperialists who'd been occupying their damp little island for however long. Points for trying & partly succeeding, but it's been 100 yrs. & the boiled-beef brigade still occupies a big damn chunk of their mildewed land. (See at left.) Losers! (And I hate Irish music!)

Also in national existence/independence: 45th anniv. of Bangla Desh disassociating from Pakistan today. A parade (and we'd be remiss not to ask why, if they love their former nation so damn much, they don't just go right the fuck back there) will happen locally, of which no photographs will appear here, the Web of Evil camera having drowned in a gallon of milk, & the Web of Evil cheap crummy Reagan-'phone being so cheap & crummy Windows 10 won't even recognize it's plugged into the Web of Evil devil-box. Time to revolt against lousy technology & those who perpetuate it!!


Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

I guess I'll refrain from posting a link to 'The Foggy Dew'. James Connolly, one of the architects of the Easter Rising, was a full-blown Marxist. It's interesting to contemplate the effect that a Marxist-though-Catholic nation in Western Europe would have had on early 20th Century history.

Yastreblyansky said...

Those ill-educated Bengalis misled you, according to Dr. Google. Nothing to do with Pakistan, which did not exist at the time. The Chittagong Armoury Raid of Easter Week in April 1930 was a rising against the same imperial monster as the Irish one.

Anonymous said...

Guinness and red-haired women Irish dancers are the only things keeping me from homicide and/or suicide.


M. Bouffant said...

Nah, the neighbors were celebrating (if that's the word) the beginning of this horror, which has an actual fixed date, not a lunar cycle. Particulars of which I'd forgotten; seems more like W. Pakistan dissociating itself from E. Pakistan, w/ guns & tanks.

Whatever keeps you going, Q. I'm not one to judge, but I had to listen to the Titanic soundtrack several times a day in 1998 while wage-slaving. Between that & those insufferable Riverdance things on P.B.S., I just can't take any more Oirish piping.