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to the wonderful cyclist this morning who i witnessed biking down robie as i sat lazily on the 80, i admire your courage in biking that street in any season but especially today when it is still icy in places and the snow decreases the shoulder of the road quite a bit. i choose to take the bus instead of my bike for that reason. a decision i am continuing to make every day as i am not so brave. i was admiring your speed and passion as you sailed in front of the bus when you fell off your bike before cunard. i yelled at the driver to stop, and thankfully he was quick on the brakes. you got right up and dusted yourself off. i’m sorry if you were hurt. i thought about you for the rest of the day and wish you happy trails from now on. —cyclist on the bus
This article appears in Mar 12-18, 2015.
Sounds to me like he wanted to end it all, sort of like pilot whales when they beach themselves.
Well thankgod you called out when you did! Metro Transit drivers are mandated to drive over anything in their way…
I’ll raise a pint to the health of the cyclist today. And, it being St. Paddy’s , I think it is appropriate to listen to the world’s greatest living poet, Shane MacGowan who wrote If I Should Fall From Grace With God:
If I should fall from grace with god
Where no doctor can relieve me
If I’m buried ‘neath the sod
But the angels won’t receive me
Let me go boys
Let me go boys
Let me go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry
This land was always ours
Was the proud land of our fathers
It belongs to us and them
Not to any of the others
Let them go boys
Let them go boys
Let them go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry
Bury me at sea
Where no murdered ghost can haunt me
If I rock upon the waves
No corpse can lie upon me
It’s coming up three boys
Keeps coming up three boys
Let them go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry
If I should fall from grace with god
Where no doctor can relieve me
If I’m buried ‘neath the sod
And still the angels won’t receive me
Let me go boys
Let me go boys
Let me go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B4v6aNjGFFk
Chuck raises early morning pint of Guinness in Eggy’s direction
Slainthe math
Slow down on your Faxe beer Ivan, it’s only 8:00 am! Don’t you have a job to go to?
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Well done Egghead, a great day for some Pogues.
Happy white people drunk in public day, everyone! Mind the puddles of green puke.
http://www.theonion.com/articles/man-whos-116th-irish-proud-of-his-irish-heritage,103/
it’s st paddy’s day and I am irish (on the proddy side of the fence to be sure) so kiss me you fools!!!!
i like irish wolfhounds
I awoke to “Fall From Grace” being played on the radio this morning. It’s a Saint Paddy’s Day miracle!
It will be in my head the rest of the day. And I will definitely have a sip of Guiness with supper tonight…but now back to work…which reminds me of this nugget…
“Work is the curse of the drinking class.”
–Oscar Wilde
TO JOHN McGITTIGAN, MAY HE REST IN PEACE
This being Saint Patrick’s Day I shall raise a glass, at a seemly hour of course, to my maternal great-grandfather, John McGittigan of the village of Castletown, Parish of Killaghta, County Donegal. He was a “National School Teacher” of Ireland and, I’m sure, a damned good one too. His daughter, Mary Ann McGittigan, married one Daniel McBrearty, farmer, also of County Donegal, and they decamped to London where Daniel took up driving a hackney cab. You can see that he loved horses. Their daughter Catherine, one of six girls and one boy, was my mother.
Sadly, little is left of Castletown which, like Donegal itself, was sorely depopulated by emigration. Hours spent researching the parish records in the National Library in Dublin for John and Daniel were without results. Sloppy record-keeping I suppose, but you know the Irish.
Now, if you don’t mind, I think I’ll nip over to The Brazen Head for a pint. Ta.
A pleasure as always,
Cheerio!
Ronnie Drew was the founder of the Dubliners, the Pogues of an earlier era. Max Ferguson introduced me to the group, with Ronnie’s voice described as a shovel full of coke being crushed under a door.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2M3wr4hYSf4
They did several several appearrances and recorded with the Pogues in the last two decades.
That’s Shane giving a traditional Irish benediction to a pap at Ronnie’s funeral.
A lovely man.
The McGittigans was liars and thieves! They took my copy of Ulysses autographed by Mr. Joyce in his own vomitus, they did. I chased em right through county Cork, I did.
A man walks into a bar on St. Paddy’s day. He points at another man who is lying on the floor under a table and says, “Bartender, I’ll have whatever he had!”
Natural Selection 🙂
Let God sort ’em out 🙂
I hate it when sanctimonious A-holes do what you did OB.
What gives you the right to alert the bus driver & in doing so, take out the bike riders chance to win a Darwin Award ?
I wouldn’t be surprised to hear you been hanging around outside Physicist’s Labs & removing crucial pieces of their work so their chances at a Nobel prize are dashed…. your jealousy holds no bounds Actors, Musicians …watch out for this person & people like them, they interfere pretending to be helpful, but actually ruining your chance of an achievement award ! ~;P
Darwin Award?
RSVP
Furious “Dreg of Society” Styles (9:55AM)
If you chased the McGittigans right through County Cork (pronounced “Cark”) you must have run right across Ireland from north to south. Speaking of Joyce, I posted a 20 pound note featuring his owl-like visage and a description of the “Bloom Walk” in Dublin on my Facebook page. But they’re a dull lot. Probably never heard of him. All they can say is, “Wow!”
Here’s my Irish joke entitled,”Are the Irish Really Stupid?
Pat met Mike carrying a sack on a back road in Donegal.
“What do ye have in t’ sack, t’en Mike?”
“T’ere piglets Pat, piglets.”
“Piglets? T’en how many are t’ere in t’sack Mike?”
“I’ll tell you what Pat. Guess how many t’ere are an’ you can have ’em both.”
Pat’s face became shrewd all over. His eyes narrowed, his lips formed a slight smile.
“Tree, d’en is it?”
A pleasure as always,
Cheerio!
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I have to tip my derby to St. Paddy’s Day and what better way than to share an Irish tune by some good ole Irish boys down in Beantown.
https://youtu.be/pFSitUgwmNo
As i was listening to the song, I saw that it really had two meanings for me. First is to celebrate St. Paddy’s day but when i flip the coin it is also a sad day for me as well. It wasn’t that long ago i went to a long time commenter’s faux funeral who imo was treated unfairly as a prisoner until the lights went out on his persona. Celebration of his life as a bitcher had to be talked about over a good heaping dose of Timmies. (Barynya forever Tovaritsch).
Now it seems another faux funeral is in order soon. (the pioneer of supersonic speed). Again the same scenario is happening.
I believe in fair play among adults, to me, if you can’t take it as well as dish it out, you’re in the wrong forum. Anyone can read how some commenters interact with others and everything is kosher between them. We all love to agitate each other sometimes, it stimulates the mind and one can sense how a commenter could be portrayed on this board. It’s time to stop being whiney brats running to the mod every time their lil feelings get hurt.
How about seeing both sides of the coin Mod?
Now i have to prepare for another faux funeral.
Go fuck a potatoe ya bunch of Irish lovin assclowns!!!!!
That cyclist took a chance and ate some ashfault, what’s so glamourous about that? Some cyclists think they can slink around anything. Right now, that’s a dangerous attitude to have.
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I’m not certain it’s us commenters who complain; more, I believe that our newest mod is being a little bit sensitive. Maybe readers too? Maybe they are shocked by our moniker, avatars, sense of humour, values, etc.
Quite often, comments may seem to come out of left field because the reader (mod or otherwise) lacks context. We all have a sharp wit – and tongue. What’s interesting is that we post what we feel/see/hear at the time. I date say no one else is that real.
Jesus, if we delete everything we didn’t like in this world, no one and nothing would exist! It’s too easy to say I don’t like that so therefore you must stop.
Do we burn down churches because you’re an atheist? How about racking nuns because your not Catholic?
This nonsense and sheer fuckery is lynch mob mentality and has to stop. Lighten up.
And Happy Saint Patrick’s Day everyone!
Jesus! Chuck?! Really?! FFS, this is silly!
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