The Sneaky Pint: St. Patrick didn’t wear a mask (but he would’ve).

Posted on February 25, 2021 / by The Drunken Poet

Its been a year since the plague rolled into town. We’re getting used to it, getting wise to its ways. Living with the plague meant that something as innocuous as a facemask became a political act in the U.S. Thankfully that mind disease didn’t come to our shores (bar a few wackjobs who watch Sky News after dark). St. Patrick’s Day marked the beginning of lockdown in Melbourne in 2020. Its when we all realised that wearing a mask wasn’t that bad after all. The common good outweighed the small sacrifice to personal liberty.
Makes you wonder what the big fella might’ve done if he was around. I mean, he was great at driving out snakes from Ireland, but was he too much of an individual to wear a mask? I doubt it. He was all about the common good was Pat. You don’t go driving away snakes for fun, because it isn’t fun at all. It really sucks. You might think herding cats sounds difficult, try giving snakes a go.
St. Patrick’s Day is Ireland’s national day, celebrated around the world by the Irish and anyone else who wants to randomly get on the sauce on the 17th of March. The common good is commemorated by many individuals celebrating their freedom by raising glasses of Guinness and draining them. It is a perfect circle. Somewhere in that circle is The Drunken Poet. If you should find yourself there on the 17th, you’ll be witness to this sublime symmetry. The Sneaky Pint will be there, rejoicing in this perfection and hoping to hell we don’t get locked down again.