The bit of me that's Irish, however, is part of the half of me that's Protestant, which I'm always happy to explain to people who ask me what I'm doing for St. Patrick's Day. Would you like me to put on an orange shirt so we can mix it up? (substitute: "OH SHIT IT'S A FUCKING JEW ORANGEMAN, RUN LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER LIAM")
Regardless, you know me, I like hagiography. On this St. Patrick's Day, consider one of Ireland's also-ran saints, Brigid. Apparently she heard Patrick preach when she was a child, and some say he even presided over her final vows when she became a nun. The story about this is that Patrick accidentally used the form for ordaining a priest, and when informed of his error said, "So be it, my son, she is destined for great things." Some of the great things, like her legendary way with animals, sound very much like stuff associated with the pagan goddess Brigit, but I won't tell if you won't.
I like a prayer associated with St. Brigid, which goes like this:
I would like the angels of Heaven to be among us.
I would like an abundance of peace.
I would like full vessels of charity.
I would like rich treasures of mercy.
I would like cheerfulness to preside over all.
I would like Jesus to be present.
I would like the three Marys of illustrious renown to be with us.
I would like the friends of Heaven to be gathered around us from all parts.
I would like myself to be a rent payer to the Lord; that I should suffer distress, that he would bestow a good blessing upon me.
I would like a great lake of beer for the King of Kings.
I would like to be watching Heaven's family drinking it through all eternity.
What could be simpler or more good-hearted than that?
Finally, another Irish thing I like is the animated short that should have won the Oscar this year, but that inexplicably lost to Logorama, the weakest of the lot. I strongly recommend that you watch Granny O'Grimm's Sleeping Beauty: