That time of the year again….
And I refuse to celebrate it.
Don’t be offended when your greetings of “Happy St. Patrick’s Day” go unanswered, or that I get very chilly when greeted so. But St. Patty’s Day is not about drinking green beer and speaking with a burr. Nope, it’s about honoring a man who was responsible (and given credit for) driving the Druids out of Ireland.
Those are the “snakes” that the legends refer to you know. It came from the tradition (which isn’t really confirmed that I have seen) of the Druids having snakes tattooed on their wrists and forearms, getting more elaborate as they increased in knowledge.
But St. Patrick drove them out. By bringing Christianity to the Isle and by persectuing them after he escaped from the Druids. In fact, according to the legends, he was captured by the Irish, sentanced to be executed, claimed as a slave by the Chief Druid of the area, taught the ways of the Druids, learned many secrets by being around the Druids, then he escaped, made his way home to England, and then had a vision of having to bring Christianity to the Irish. He then used his knowledge of the Druids and their structure to undermine and destroy them.
So, he’s a criminal, an oathbreaker, a murderer and a spy.
Nope, not celebrating a day dedicated to him, no matter how many “kiss me I’m Irish” hats I see.
(reposted to my LiveJournal)