A special day.

St Patrick’s Day is upon us once again.  It comes at the same time each year in March.  What genius decided to have an open-air festival in this freezing shit-hole in March?

Another excuse for all day drinking and betting on horses.  Would the lure of the nag be so if it was viewed just for the racing and not the monetary gain?

It takes a really special kind of fuck-wit for a bookie to tell him “I am so confident that I will take your money that I will give you ten times the amount back if I lose” and still they throw money at the cunts!  Chances are that there was a herd of bookies in the shadows watching St Patrick as he drove the snakes out.  They were most likely putting numbers on the snakes backs and giving odds on the first/last snake out of here.

Who or what would St Patrick drive out of the country if he returned today?

Perhaps he could change tack and start a “thieving gypsy Romanian cunt” drive out of the country?

What kind of arsehole was in his little cabin at immigration and looked at those cunts and waved them on?  Would a “hang on there a minute, you thieving gypsy Romanian cunt, where the fuck do you think you are going” not be the first question that springs to mind?

And while he was at it, he could fuck all those welfare sponging cunts out as well.  Imagine the space he would free up for the rest of us to enjoy.

Maybe he could even try to send those priests and church going cunts into the sea as well.  No more smug Catholics to tell you that everything you do is wrong or you will burn in Hell for all eternity.

 Come back Paddy, they need your help again.

Bald Devil loves you all.