Feelin' Preachy

Never much into the whole green beer, green river thing, often been into the preachy thing though:

This St. Patrick's Day set aside, for a moment, the shamrocks, snakes, green beer, Touchdown Jesus, and river dancing. Engage, if you will, the authentic, towering figure of what was once Irish Christian culture: St. Patrick, a noble son of Roman Britain, possibly an atheist from his youngest days, and a grievous sinner as related in his public confession. He was a captured slave who found God in the solitude of a foreign, barbaric land without family, friends or social intercourse for six years.

Read it all, before your corned beef and suds gluttony. Did ya miss that link? Here it is again.
And: St. Patrick for adults.
But I know you, so hey, it's a Bushmill's day, not a Jameson's day. Jameson's is Protestant whiskey, Bushmill's Roman, so toast right.
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Preachin's done, it's time for Irish Movie Night: