A Blarney Ambush

Monday’s greetings, mortals! Are ye prepared for the coming onslaught, of St. Patrick’s Day?

Early this morn, I went a-hunting for a pot o’gold—a friendly clurichan assured me of its location—& suffered AMBUSH. Vicious “Plastic Paddies,” emerging from the trees like snakes, leapt to violence! They hurled shamrock-bead necklaces, plastic green bowler hats, & bladed, whirling buttons with phrases like “IRISH FOR THE DAY” printed upon them.

I dodged them, easily; the green beer must have dulled their aim. Their munitions spent, they scattered into a stumbling retreat. Rather harmless, though quite annoying.

Why do such revelers ne’er take up more proper Irish traditions? Why do they not learn to write the Ogham? Nor invent the notion of putting spaces between words? Nor e’er rise up against the English?

The options abound, mortals, for being “Irish for the day.” Toss on some green, & dig into the isle’s rich history!

Now, back to looking for that pot o’gold…

Thank ye for reading! & we humbly thank that growing clan of mortals who can & do support our works here with coin!

I shall write ye come Wednesday with news of our next episode! ’Til then: be safe, be well, & remember, tiocfaidh ár lá…

Cheers,
Amœnus Franco
Wizard, Writer, Beidh lá eile ag an bPaorach