Kiss me, but I'm not Irish!

UPDATE: Turns out I am Irish afterall.  

I'm not celebrating Saint Patrick's Day anymore. 

Not that I ever had the cultural bond to really celebrate this day, to begin with. Not being Irish, my celebrations tended to be centered on the green color, the occasional booze and, of course, pinching anyone not wearing green on March 17th. 

So, few days before the "holiday", I looked into what it really means. To the Irish, to the Celtic culture and the freedom/repression of religion. 

Now, it doesn't sit well with me to celebrate Saint Patrick driving snakes out of Ireland, especially when it really means driving the snakes (pagans - in their eyes) out of Ireland as a Catholic way to keep control over the Irish people, who still, up to this day, fighting Civil battles in name of religion rights. 

I wonder if Saint Patrick regret his actions. 

Bosnian Pyramid and Filet-o-Fish

Nope, not much of a correlation between those two (although I bet I can make one up in a sleepless night), It just happens to be two things that I've learned about today. 

The Bosnian Pyramid is absolutely fascinating. The frequency vibrating from it is high enough to provide healing benefits. The precision of the location where it was constructed, the age of the pyramid, just fascinating... 

Now, to a lesser degree of amazement...

The fish sandwich, despite being the least popular item on McD's menu, it has quite an interesting history too. 

It was created to keep one of the restaurants afloat, when Fridays were a very non-lucrative day due to a high concentration of Catholics in that city, avoiding any protein that wasn't seafood on Fridays. 

Even being a troublesome item that even requires its own fryer, McD keeps it on the menu to be religiously accommodating. 

Next time you order a Filet-o-Fish, rest assured that it's just one more aspect where dogmas are shoved into your mouth.