One day past St. Patrick's Day... a toast to the Irish!
And I nice quote from a fellow heathen (sorry for stealing this, Dave!):
"A curse on "Saint" Padraig - may the lowest regions of the Underworld hold
naught but misery for he and his ilk. May he be denied rebirth into the clans
of his fathers, and may he be tormented forever by the sure knowledge that he
tried to forever divorce an ancient folk from the gods and goddesses of their
land, and enslave them as mere sniveling scions of a foreign desert deity.
I got some news for ya, Paddy boy: ya failed. We're back.
The mighty peoples of the North have persisted, retaining for centuries the
memories of our ancient and hallowed troth, even if in reduced form as faeries,
banshees, elves and "wee folk". But we remembered. And now we're joining with
other folk or the North, South, East and West to reclaim our heritage and our
birthright - no more slave gods for us!
I'll be wearin' the red today, Paddy, in memory of my ancestors who died
resisting the siren call of your false and wicked god. And I shan't rest until
he's driven from the North, and sacrifice and feast, boast and toast, is once
more offered openly to to the gods and goddesses that made our lands proud and
free, as they were before you sailed from foreign shores to corrupt them.
Rot in Nifelhel, Paddy. I'll be toasting your tormentors!"
Slinte!
And I nice quote from a fellow heathen (sorry for stealing this, Dave!):
"A curse on "Saint" Padraig - may the lowest regions of the Underworld hold
naught but misery for he and his ilk. May he be denied rebirth into the clans
of his fathers, and may he be tormented forever by the sure knowledge that he
tried to forever divorce an ancient folk from the gods and goddesses of their
land, and enslave them as mere sniveling scions of a foreign desert deity.
I got some news for ya, Paddy boy: ya failed. We're back.
The mighty peoples of the North have persisted, retaining for centuries the
memories of our ancient and hallowed troth, even if in reduced form as faeries,
banshees, elves and "wee folk". But we remembered. And now we're joining with
other folk or the North, South, East and West to reclaim our heritage and our
birthright - no more slave gods for us!
I'll be wearin' the red today, Paddy, in memory of my ancestors who died
resisting the siren call of your false and wicked god. And I shan't rest until
he's driven from the North, and sacrifice and feast, boast and toast, is once
more offered openly to to the gods and goddesses that made our lands proud and
free, as they were before you sailed from foreign shores to corrupt them.
Rot in Nifelhel, Paddy. I'll be toasting your tormentors!"
Slinte!