When we eat this bread and drink this cup, we proclaim your death, Lord Jesus, until you come in glory.
I think... I like it. I think I like that the Holy Saint of fucking Ireland's day is filled with piss and shit and vomit. With violent shaking, drunken stumbling -- the best in Irish dancing. With broken Lent and debauchery, with sickening images and grotesque deformities, of Irish fairy nonsense and dead, dead, dead legends of full-bearded jumping ginger leprechauns and pots of gold, the visions of the impoverish people.
No God for Ireland! We have had too much God in Ireland. Away with God!