AND OF CURSE IT SNOWED ON ST PADDYS

An Irishman can content himself with the thought that there will only be a few brief rays of sunshine to scatter the traditional bitter experience and melancholy that unceasingly assaults his soul and darkens his few mortal days on this bleak earth.  Of course, of curse, it snowed on this St. Patrick’s Day.

It may be pseudepigrapha, but there is a story making the rounds of an Irishman who wanted to display his devotion to and identity with the Christ, by crucifying himself on a rough rood of his own making.  After constructing the cross, he proceeded to drive a nail through his left hand, fastening it securely to the cross.

Nearly blinded by pain, he searched for another nail, then realized he had no means to hammer it through his right hand.

Utterly humiliated by the failure of his grand scheme, the Irishman drug his cross to a phone where he called 911 and abjectly begged for help.

Is it the luck of the Irish that nothing ever works?  

Charles+