Beannachtaí na Féile Pádraig, Happy St. Patrick’s Day, and so forth. In the USA this holy day is fraught with pious religious significance, in the sense that tomorrow morning a lot of people will be throwing up into green plastic hats. In Ireland, apparently it has become traditional to celebrate St Patrick’s Day by getting fucked up on bath salts. No, really.
… “bath salts” are popular these days throughout Ireland, not for a relaxing soak at home but because many contain a party drug known as mephedrone. They’re part of the literally dizzying array of products being sold in stores offering customers cheap and legal highs, stuff marketed as bath salts or incense but designed to be smoked, snorted or swallowed.
The new-wave head shops are fast becoming a fixture in this island nation, multiplying with astonishing speed from just a few several years ago to as many as 100 today. Much of the growth has occurred in the last 12 months, even as the rest of the Irish economy underwent a painful contraction.
And fair enough. I distinctly remember one very memorable St. Patrick’s Day when my wife experienced a painful contraction and loudly demanded drugs. (Our youngest turned four today — yes, his birthday really is March 17.)
In the absence of bath salts, St. Patrick’s Day news from Ireland is grim, as the inexorable and seemingly interminable horror of the Irish Catholic Church’s child abuse and child rape scandal engulfs the primate, Cardinal Sean Brady.
CARDINAL SEÁN Brady has apologised again for his handling of complaints against child abuser Fr Brendan Smyth and expressed shame that he has not always upheld the values that he professes and believes in….
In his homily during Mass yesterday morning at St Patrick’s Cathedral in Armagh, Cardinal Brady said: “This week a painful episode from my own past has come before me. I have listened to reaction from people to my role in events 35 years ago. I want to say to anyone who has been hurt by any failure on my part that I apologise to you with all my heart.”
Cardinal Brady conducted canonical inquiries into allegations of child sex abuse by Smyth 35 years ago, involving two young people, without reporting the allegations to civil authorities.
For those who don’t know, “Fr Brendan Smyth” in Ireland is about as bad as it gets. The Smyth affair brought down a government and was a national Irish trauma… in 1994. 16 years ago.
When you’re Irish, you get used to the idea of waiting for justice. No matter how long it takes. I hope, for the sake of the victims, they live to see it. But I doubt anyone’s holding their breath.



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Thers, you Bathist!
Being named Kelly, I can wholeheartedly concur with this sentiment.
THERSday!
The Rabbi Yeshua has entered a hermitage never to emerge, in sham at what has been done in his name.
Sure, why not? Who doesn’t enjoy a nice warm Bath?
Evening all.
I’m Irish Catholic and French Huguenot. No wonder I am always at war with myself.
I am beginning to believe that justice is a fairytale.
Evening. Somehow i do not think that this is what the Rabbi Yeshua had in mind when he said, “Suffer the children to come unto me.”
Bath salts?
I began believing that many decades ago.
Perhaps Boston’s former Cardinal, Bernard Law, could go to Ireland to help speed up the wheels of justice.
Or not.
Samuel Beckett was Irish by French Huguenot descent, and he seemed to be a cheerful enough fellow. If that helps.
Good evening Thers! Very good to have you here on St. Patrick’s Day.
Do Bath salts have the same effect as poppers?
Seems to be true. Or if not, it should be, which more than suffices in this context.
The things people will think up in order to get high when the economy continues to suck.
(Note to self:….)
I was raised Catholic. I remember being in CCD around 8 years old and thinking, “What the goddamn hell is wrong with these people. Yeesh!” Got kicked out shortly thereafter for bad behaviour (me mom wasn’t too happy though…). Never looked back (except when the grandparents were visiting…could go through the motions).
Happy Birthday to the little squirt, and his mommy especially on the day of his birth!
Shower, perhaps!
Yeah, hippo birdie to the munchkin!
We are all going to have to start going to 12 step programs. “Hi, my name is Mary and I am really poor.”
ooops. that was for teddy at #15.
Uh, the point of the post was not a “how to” deal-io. That said, if you start snorting your bath salts & adverse health effects occur, I believe you ought to sue that Hamsher woman, not me. (Frantically flipping through detailed FDL contributor legal rider)
Happy fourth birthday, son of Thers.
All of this stress sure does make me want to take up smoking again. At least after tomorrow, I can return to the porch.
I didn’t know superman was Irish.
What the hell does this mean?:
Oh go ahead. We all have really good health care now. Shit. I am planning on gaining 30-40 more lbs and start smoking.
You can tell by the jaw. Irish-American.
Did you see the one about the New Jersey woman wants to weigh 1000 lbs?
Yes. Some people are born to make others feel better about themselves.
Okay. I’m back to being able to recognize snark. *whew*
Hee hee.
He’s all about the dinosaurs, actually.
Actually, that rather makes me despair for the species.
Since I’m relatively out about it now, I will share something.
I have found one of these bastard priests who hurt me so long ago. I have one more to find. And I never bothered to look, because I never really knew what I’d do.
And I have decided now, and it’s weird because I think part of me decided long ago.
I shall mail the bastards a crumpled paper bag and a CD. The CD will be me playing a solo piano version of Mozart’s Dies Irae which I have been working on for quite some time, but I never realized it was related to my final objective. The CD will also have a video of me saying the following:
Sure! Isn’t his real name Kal-el? Everybody knows that’s just Kryptonian for “Kelly”
See you are getting better. Was a weird fucking day though. We are all a little rattled. Prolly a good thing I gave up drinking last week.
(((((Kelly)))))
I hope it helps to heal you Kelly. Personally I think only violence would do it for me.
That poem sounds very Donaldson but better. :-)
Then you need to get him this.
LMAO! (Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit drinking)
Well, the Irish do have a long history of allying with the French, even if just as mercenaries. But they were all Jacobites, which according to Rob Roy, was a bad thing.
(((Kelly)))
You are not just a survivor but a hero to me.
Bravo! With redemption comes some measure of peace. You certainly deserve it.
Okay. Here it is for the birthday boy.
Hell, the last of the Magdalene Laundries didn’t shut down until 1996 — and the main factor in that was probably not so much growing public disapproval as the advent of the electric washing machine.
That is excellent.
Beautiful. But there should also be a lawsuit for monetary compensation.
Ooh, cool.
‘Tis me mother.
AND THE KILLIN’ GOEZ ON AND ON AND…
Citizen Thers:
Our youngest daughter turned 22 years old today…she was born at 11.56PM 22 years ago and the first thing my wife said was can’tcha push the date up 4 minutes. I guess that’s enough to say about how we view St. Pat’s Day…our daughter is the only thing on this earth that we celebrate on this day.
But let’s not paint the Irish as patient sufferers…they’ve been known to fight for a long time for “justice”. Of course you could say that there isn’t anything else to do in Ireland and that they would rather not go quietly into that good night.
But thanx for a bit of dark Irish humor tonight Citizen Thers…and peace be with you and yours.
KEEP THE FAITH AND PASS THE AMMUNITION, THEY WON’T STOP JUST BECAUSE YOU TELL ‘EM TO.
Ice cream and cake and CAKE! for Thersday’s Child.
The way things are going for women in HCR all women will have to work in the Magdalene Laundries to pay for their premiums.
Heh.
Jesus used to ride a dinosaur, you know.
Me mudder.
According to the NY Post (and why should they lie?) this mephedrone stuff is known as “meow-meow.” A drug for the Hello Kitty generation!
No.
Have you ever been in nasty drawn out lawsuits? I was a paralegal, and am therefore allergic unless I REALLY have to sue.
Nope, what I will be satisfied is with Operatic Revenge. Because I shall not only mail it to those two bastards, but to their current bishops, who are most likely their confessors.
Demanding nothing, I shall receive something; satisfaction with their confrontation,finally, and that I am about 1000x better than those evil jerks.
Mary rode on the back of a dinosaur to Jerusalem. Joseph led it by a rope.
Oy must sleep. Niters!
Niters.
As a woman who will be between 50 and 65 in two months and with a couple of pre-existing conditions, I’m deeply offended that the partisans want to pass this POS so they can win points. Partisans aren’t concerned with policy, they only care about the amount of people with a “D” elected versus the number of people with an “R” elected. People who are well off with lifetime health care can afford to play these stupid games. I can’t. I wish they’d stop using my life and health as a fucking game piece.
Citizen Margaret:
Where has the porch been that you haven’t been able to find it until now, dear?
Dang, PW. I learn so much from you!
Thers just can’t handle his meow-meow.
Nite Thers.
Tomorrow I’m being tested for porch residency for the only job prospect I’ve had in the last fourteen months. Once I pass, I can return to the porch. Or perhaps you are unaware of what that refers to? I want to smoke a J and get high except that in this society, if one isn’t ready to pass a drug screen, one isn’t ready to find a job. After my whiz quiz, I can engage in such behavior again.
Is that like a drug test?
No, I’ve not been involved in a lawsuit. Should have been once, but didn’t follow through.
Well, good for you, Kelly, if this will end your anger and pain. I just hope they listen to your CD.
Cannot say that I have ever heard the term before.
That’s exactly what it is. “Going out to the porch” means smoking dope.
I think “the porch” might be way inside baseball between you and me Peg.
May I explain?
Let’s say you didn’t want to, oh for instance, smoke something inside your house. You might just go out on “the porch” mkay?
Then tip your hat to Kelly for coining it. :-)
ooooooooooh! I never heard that before.
Citizen Margaret:
ROFLMAO…well (heh-heh) good luck and give that porch hell for me, dear heart. Gotta get to bed …I take my 85 year old mother for cataract surgery bright and early.
And all you Firepups who have lived through the firefight today: there will be no change until we make it and there is not any single way to move forward. In the struggle there is only forward, our history and those who made it are right behind us.
I’d think you’d want the bill to pass if you have a pre-existing condition.
As usual, so much more well spoken than I. That’s just one thing I love about you Kelly. I’m surprised the Lesbian hasn’t changed her ways and gotten all over you. :-)
Cute. Unfortunately I became violently allergic about ten years ago and my lungs and head immediately fill with phlegm after two tokes. No mas for me.
It doesn’t kick in for four years and they are allowed to raise my premiums 300 percent between now and then, more if I get sick? No. I don’t want it to pass.
Nighters to you and Thers.
Nite Flamethrower
I get it Sister Maraget…I remember now…and if ya stop by we can share some brain pleasing alternative medicine with ya.
I suppose it’s more about the wearin’ o’the green, rather than the tokin’ o’the green anymore.
Time for me to toddle of as well. Take care all.
But within 30 (or 60?) days-Rachel had the run down-there will be a high risk pool offered.
Drives me crazy that they are willing to let 200,000 people die who have no insurance now. If it was a robust bill I would be bat shit crazy.
Nite dd.
180 days till the high risk pool is up and running for people who are sick NOW.
Nite DrDick
I have just one vice left: an occasional trip to the porch. And I haven’t been able to indulge that one for almost a year.
Going to bed myself. Oyasumi nasai Koinu!
Night Peg! (smooch)
Ah Thers, fucking Slainte Mhath yerself.
I’ve been behind all day, ranting like a fool.
And damn, not a DROP of Irish Whiskey in the house.
I feel dirty.
Night Margaret, I wish the porch for ya!
Episcopal Church confirms its first lesbian bishop.
Shit that was funny, almost lost a good mouthload of Merlot.
I woulda charged it to you though, so Mz. Hamsher, if yer reading this, we kewl.
KuhhhhrrraaaaahhhPPPPPP mind my manners, Thers, hippo birdy to your son.
Damn, a lack of Irish Whiskey on such a day will CAUSE these aberrations in proper protocols.
My bad.
Pa Kent, if I recall proper.
Don’t hold your breath.
Pork fat.
Rlly!
*G*
[slide] Jameson’s. (Mine’s in Irish breakfast tea, but the first mouthful was neat.)
Yeah well, that Kryptonian influence and the gravity of it and all mighta had a bit to do with that squaring.
Carbohydrates for me – cookies, cake, bread, rice.
Wow.
May they pass quickly and painfully as the coronary hits them.
Bastids.
Heh, today I just started again, a bit early, too . . . think it was 3ish.
One thing I hope for, that today’s shock, Mz. Hamsher’s comments, everyone’s comments . . .
I hope it becomes the tie that binds, and Pups one and all decide to forgo the nuances, and the status quo begins to fear us as we unite in proven cause.
Cuz man, I don’t know HOW much more proven cause has to be.
And I seen a LOT of a varied and vapid Pups spill beans today that were a lot like the beans other Pups were spilling.
Carthitic?
Firepup Freedom Fighters:
I find myself still awake after chasin the dogs back into their kennels (left the damned doors open for God’s sake!) so does anyone know if Citizen Suzanne has Night CQ tonight?
There was a road from Eden to Jerusalem?
Me neither. But I like it better n four twenty, that got tiresome.
And I’m trapped like Margeret, for the pee. Have been for years.
And I SWEAH doc, it calms my nerves and stimulated my weakened appetite!!!
(smileswhilecaressingscript)
What, for billing? Coverage from SB/WH Bill don’t start till what, ’14?
But payments start, when, soon?
HEY FOLKS: WHO’S TURNIN’ THE TUNES TONIGHT?
Bless ya PJ for seein my need.
I erase any differences we might have ever had.
And some of THIS Back Atcha!!!!
*waves*
Been a brutal day, I took it to some, I cried with others, I tried to make peace, and all in all, it was brutal.
Know most Pups might have gone thru some of that too . . .
Best to ya PJ, thanks for the whiskey!!!
*G*
Aloha Ya’ll…! Happy St. Paddy’s…! ;-)
There’s this whole road to Emmaus thing…that would be OUT of Jerusalem, no donkey, no dinosaur, and written by the only goy in the gospel group.
Hey, if yer up no need to shout, ya hoser . . *G*
Did you ever see my reply to you and Raven way below?
On THAT thread? I was last comment in or so, as always.
No more shooting inside the foxhole, hoss, not you, not him, not no one.
OR I cut the brandy rations, and I’ve got the fucking pate AND the crackers!!!!
Ya heah????? ;-)
“Yer a stoopid mahn, Mr. Burke…”
Suz was last night, so it’s ES tonight I do believe.
edit: must have hit wrong reply – that was to Norske.
Heh, I shoulda knowed better n to ask . . . too heavy for me. But the grass is laden with the gospels, and sometimes, I can even cope with it . . . Rock Of Ages, Fest Style Jammin
It’s old timey, I changed the one I first used, click back and see this one, as a solo banjo work.
The song is a treasure, and my reso teach and her main band do this with 4 part harmony, and an acapella part. Wish I could post that one . . . makes the hair stand up it does.
Love ya ya mook, best to you and Belch. Hang tough, happy, and proud, hoss.
/slobbering
Larue, I just got home from workin’. It was brutal earlier, warn’t it? So I haven’t emailed you yet, but dear, you are da bomb! And so is our Mare-Mare.
Halleluja! You are just so something awesome. Will go into more private details of gratitude.
Citizen Larue:
Yes, Brother Larue, and I appreciate your honesty but I fear that before FDL can become an incubator for change there are gunna hafta be some internal changes that involve raising the consciousness of what is becoming a clique of “cool kids” who are morphin’ into a platoon of knuckle draggin’ Mean Girls. There is gunna hafta be a tight (and I mean TIGHT) published workin’ job description for the moderators and I fear that those moderators will hafta be limited in the amount they are allowed to participate in comments at least on the days that they have moderator duty.
The threads of community here are very strong but because of the unique power of the moderastors to edit,censor and scrub comments their power becomes an extension of the ownership of the site and de facto school principal rather than hall monitor. So the approval of the “in-crowd” and who is deemed worthy and who is tolerated or not lands in the hands of the moderators. This is a problem, much like havin bad referees in a basketball game between two very powerful teams…they lose control of the game and end up bein part of the outcome. It’s a problem that I believe contributed greatly to today’s circle firing squad.
But Yes, Citizen I saw your comments and will go back and re-read and take ‘em to heart.
Just an oh, by the way…A Suggestion for Disaffection with Kucinich’s announcement today
Another Version, But Still Not 4 Part Or Clean
Oh well, you get it I’m sure, it’s laden with soul and harmony.
Fiddle helps, but the 4 voices would be weepin ya lad . .. ;-)
And, Mary Mc. Your art makes me cry. Going to share and maybe you’ll get some hits.
Not Those kind of hits. Ha Ha.
You’ll get an email tomorry too.
Your soul is too beautiful for words. I can only ask you to dance.
I vow and bow to your wow, Demi, then and now.
Yer too gracious.
I have issues, I’m trying to be nicer on the toobz.
It don’t always come out that way.
Bless ya, darlin, if ya don’t mind me using a lil colloquialism, as a general term of endearment.
But today?
We’re all fucked, and we’re now all closer together that we ever might have imagined, or wanted, to be.
*G*
Bless ya Demi. Know shit’s been tough on you, too.
What a long strange trip it’s been.
Thank you. Your generosity and Mary’s, just blows me away.
I hope you do take them to heart. Because here’s what it would be like, for you to be on the receiving end of things you say to people:
Hoss, you ARE a hoss for the first FDL Order, but we disagree just a wee bit.
It’s a privately owned site, and the owner, and the mods hired can do what they please and are paid to do, any time they want.
YOU, my dear foxhole friendly funky phreak, hafta play with the same rules we all do.
And why you’d shoot at us (and Raven) is way beyond me . . .
Love ya, thanks for the bloggy love and more than that, thanks for the continued inspiration Norske.
If you’d just get over the moderatin shit, we could mold you into one of our own and you’d fit right in with the rest of the Stepford Wives . . .;-)
Bless ya hoss, all snark aside, I value your comments highly, as one of the front pagers.
But sometimes, man . . . sometimes . . . *G*
Give a little about the small petty shit, you’ll get a lot more slack and less headaches, too.
Just try, hoss. Let the little shit fly by . . . if yer censored, let it go and be happy you ain’t banned. If ya get chopped in midsentence? LET IT GO!!!
Yer bigger n whinin about that shit, and your message is essential for us all, and you’ll us NO good if you are moderated, censored, and booted ya phuck.
*G*
IGBOBLAB at this point . . . ;-)
Mary is a treasure, and so is her husband, I’m lucky to have met them a while ago, and to remeet her in here!! *G*
Citizen Kelly Canfield:
Well Citizen, if you have ever read a comment from me to anyone like the one you just posted I will buy you a fuckin’ bottle of the best Irish whiskey you can find. I’m afraid you have exposed yourself to be part of the problem that threatened this community today and before you can engage with me, or for that mater with anyone here, you need to grow a pair and have the courage to come out behind your own words.
Have a nice night, have happy thoughts, don’t have any nightmares about people who don’t take any of your shit and don’t respond to any comments I might make that are adressed to the FDL community.
Kelly, Kelly, Kelly . . .
*shakeshishead*
I was THIS close to closing the gap for peace amongst us Pups.
I mighta gotten a FDLBELL (FiredoglakeBullEdificationLoquaciousLevity) Award.
Sigh.
;-)
Love ya brudder, hope you don’t mind me saying so.
Except for the All Caps which are part of your style, all I did was replace a few words in the middle part. Must I link to put your own words in your own mouth? I will should you demand it.
Deal with it, and own it.
Honey! Who’s got the biggest balls of them all? You’re an inspiration. I’m a coward.
On a second reread of your comment, bless ya hoss, yet, once again.
I truly DO value your commentary . . . it’s one of the reasons long ago I kept at it here.
And Kelly is too, and so are many others, too numerous to name, that I’ve come to know and respect.
You are are a treasure for all the right reasons, I’ll have to let you and others smooth out the ruffles.
I really, really, DO appreciate this site, Mz. Hamsher, and all you mookies, characters, langers, louts and souls.
Cuz I’ve learnt, as one can only learn thru time and commitment to endure, that there’s very little amongst you all, and amongst me, that is that different.
It’s taken me time to accept it, but we ARE in this shit together.,
And now, I’ll stop blathering. Maybe. It ain’t midnight here, yet.
*G*
Cheers! M’dear.
WE gotta get him a jockstrap they hang so low . . . ;-)
I do wish we’d all simmer some, but we all heal at different temps I guess, and it appears I have begun to want to heal LONG before I ever thought I’d let myself BE healed . . . if that crap makes any sense.
;-)
I do blame you, a bit, for this healing crap, ya know . . ;-)
We’re talking big changes for me . . . ;-)
I would much rather shoot first and fuck off after . . lol
Been that way all my life. Have NO clue why my dear better half has put up with me since ’84.
I’m a lucky human.
And bless ya mod, you know who you are . . . I been lucky cuz of you, too . . *G*
Slainte Mhath, m’dear!!
*clinks*
Blame me for healing crap?
I am so humbled by your statement. I made a choice a while back, and have tried, endeavored to live what I believe.
You’re gonna make me tear up.
Shit, dude.
((( hugging demi and Larue )))
Sweetness!
Citizen Larue:
I don’t think I took after Brother Raven…as a matter of fact I took a lotta severe heat from some closely ranged napalm when I tried ta jump that little dickweed who was snappin’ at his ass.
But I do in fact respect your shit highly and maybe you can understand that I will take censorship or editing from Sister Jane. I’m not sure that she wants this community to become a junior high school sorority with the monitors servin’ as KGB political cadre and social coordinators…in fact I know she doesn’t.
This community is growing and changing and today was one of the best “growth sessions” I’ve witnessed here. I never ask for appologies and I don’t expect to hafta give ‘em since I believe that anytime I get down and personal with anyone is in response to the same from them…but maybe I’m wrong. If you think so, then I’ll hafta take it under the most careful of consideration.
A community can become something very much larger and more inclusive than it’s leaders or any single member…communities like this one CAN be self regulating AND self critical. But if you think that Sister Hamsher wants a top down structured sculpture of herself then I’m wrong and I’ll hafta leave. Whether folks understand it or not, FDL is very much a labratory for self governance and social progress, and it is gunna grow beyond what it has been and was today or it will die and very quickly.
Thanx for the time and effort Citizen…it’s always good to find an honest citizen who ain’t afraid ta call a spade a shovel.
love ya babe!
((( hugging Citizen Norske too )))
Citizen Kelly Canfield:
And all those quotes come from responses to personal attacks on me or someone else. You don’t have balls or a good strong uterus…your out of context sniping is pathetic…you can’t even come up with any shit of your own, Citizen your shit is weak and I’ve wasted enough time on you…I don’t even want to agree to disagree, as far as I am concerned you don’t exist… have enough class to give me the same.
I acknowledge you, engage and challenge you, and you dismiss me as nothing.
Funny – I blog in my own name, and you do not.
I just merely point out what it would be like to be on the receiving end of one of your comments, and YOU actually don’t like it.
Somehow, I don’t have balls, and as far as you’re concerned I don’t exist.
You, sir, are comical at best, and parody at worst.
Citizen Larue:
You be careful with this “healing” thing you might just end up nominated for FDL sainthood…you are indeed a treasure Citizen and fire one into the wire anytime if ya need ta get my attention.
Citizen Kelly Canfirld:
I guess you don’t have enough class to respect another’s space…I’m not gunna litigate my last comment to you. Jesus H. keeRIST on a God damned crutch your shot at me was weak and pathetic , out of context and completely cowardly. In my world the worst thing that can be said about a person is that they can’t be trusted in a foxhole with you…don’t you get it, that’s you Citizen…that’s you!
Brother Larue:
Don’t waste time tryin ta heal a wound that doesn’t bleed anymore, Brother (believe me I know what that’s like)…I can take care of myself and with your help I’ll grow right along with the rest of the community. But ya can’t fix everything or everyone, not even St. Larue can do that.
Norske and Kelly – I am asking both of you to disengage now. Leave this and come back fresh tomorrow.
You retreat with epithets – I remain tall, strong, out, proud and in my real name, unlike you.
Very well – I desist.
Come on upstairs to Late Late Night – there’s some terrific music. See you guys there.
Citizen egregious:
I hope you can get the last word…and don’t feel like you gotta take sides just watch who needs ta get the last kick at the dead horse.
I don’t need to have the last word, but how about we all have the last song, together? See you upstairs in Late Late Night.