This is the celebration of a saint, not one's gender identification. Makes me sick.
I’ve wonder if this decision was made in Ireland or in the USA. Unfortunate. I’d hope the main office in Ireland would not do this.
Well if thats the case then I shall never drink another pint of Guiness.
NYer I like to pint put the following observation from the great E B White. St Patrick and his devotees take over New York. Others are envious I think. A holy man taking over their gay friendly city
The play, ‘wicked’, I believe, has defused the power of evil in that character, but she is the embodiment of what happens whe goodness attempts existence in an area where evil has encroached
Homosexuals are welcome in the parade, indeed, in the church, but not the behavior and not a celebration of it
Be glad the ancient order of Hibernians and the parade organizers have with the courts have held this at bay in Manhattan. Not so in surrounding suburbs. Mayor DeBlasio is attending in Queens today as their parae is gay celebratory the Supreme Court ruled unanimously on this, but the mayor thinks they’re wrong and is vocal about that. He doesn’t celebrate prolifers views toward the court.
I mention these merely to show that New York is peculiarly constructed to absorb almost anything that comes along (whether a thousand-foot liner out of the East or a twenty-thousand-man convention out of the West) without inflicting the event on its inhabitants; so that ever event is, in a sense, optional, and the inhabitant is in the happy position of being able to choose his spectacle and so conserve his soul. In most metropolises, small and large, the choice is often not with the individual at all. He is thrown to the Lions. The Lions are overwhelming; the event is unavoidable. A cornice falls, and it hits ever citizen on the head, every last man in town. I sometimes think the only event that hits every New Yorker on the head is the annual St. Patrick’s Day parade, which is fairly penetrating — the Irish are a hard race to tune out, and they have the police force right in the family.[ ]
From E.B. Whites Here Is New York, published in 1949.
Yes, and me as well.