Shimmering shamrocks, Holobon.
Blarney!?1?
Moi?!?!
Ce n'est pas possible!!
In order to substantiate my claims on neutrality and the Irish people, I launched an extensive research campaign [grabbed song book: "Greatest of All Irish Songs" from our bookcase].
Then, with only the tiniest, scarcely noticeable, slight, barely distinguishable, miniutely almost imperceptable changes ~
[and my uncanning ability to read in-between the lines of the lyricist's work and discover what he *really meant to say,*]
I did a few, simple, moderate adaptations of one or two insignificant words and VOILA!
I found this documentation/support for what ...
~ excuse me while I run for a Kleenex ... typically you are so nurturing, so wise, so supportive, but now, oh, my ... the mere memory of your scathing words wounds me to the core [sniffle, gasp, whimper] ~
you referred to as "blarney:"
***SOURCE***: Copyright from Mills Music Inc., Broadway, New York ~ Old Irish Melody. Arr. by F. Henri Klickman and words by Dion Boucicault. With only ~ really ~ minor, really-really minor changes in lyrics.
"Wearing of the Green"
"Oh, Paddy dear, and did you hear the news that's going round?
Neutrality is banished from our sacred Irish ground;
Saint Patrick's day no more to keep, restraint can't fill the air.
Opinions must be manifest ~ oh, everyone must share.
"I met with Napper Tandy, and he took me by the hand,
And he said, "How's poor old Ireland and how does she stand?"
Since neutrality would never work, to this I did reply,
"They're hanging men and women if they don't tell what or why!!"
~
Since I am a trained journalist and know that at the bare minimum TWO sources are needed to proved TRUTH, I cut and pasted this email to my own word document file. There, now, my blarey-accusor, there is actual proof existant ~ IN TWO PLACES ~ that I have done the research. I can now stand firmly on ground that does not quiver with the undulating instability of having one of my absolute favorite Reikicafe-landers take me to the verbal whipping post for dwelling in the quivering bowels of *Blarneyland.*
And actually, being 1/4 Irish I am incredibly limited by the written word. If I could but hum you a few bars of "Cockles and Mussels" or take you to Ireland and give you a ride in Molly Malone's wheel barrel, ~ you would most assuredly cease blarney accusations all-together.
~
And, Holobon, "Believe Me, If All These Endearing Young Charms [words]" aren't enough, I have more.
~ To the glorious banishment of neutrality this millenium ~
[or ~ better yet ~ hope that Beau finds secure employment so that he has less time to clutter up etherland with this ...
~/ oh, my Shaking Shamrocks I feel that word coming on \~
b--rn-y
Bye: this Minstrel Boy to the war has now gone.
Namaste,
Beau
[Just kidding, even having my sensitivities scorched by the blarney accusation is in keeping with the non-neutral stance that floods your posts ~ AND which I love: it is so ~YOU~]
absolutely it.
DAJB
