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   "Sophistry Made Simple"  wrote in message   
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   > "Mannix O'Coonassa"  wrote in message   
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   > On May 1, 7:55 pm, sidheseeker  wrote:   
   >> The beginning of the light half of the year..   
   >>   
   >> Seems to have come and gone with nary a whisper in these NG'S.. :-(   
   >   
   > I marked it with a brief interpretative dance in my front room while   
   > wearing genuine celtic headress complete with Bustard feathers and   
   > Kyte hackles woven into a simple tartan motif and wearing genuine   
   > mountain ash bark under breeches all the while using my next door   
   > neighbour (Mrs. Docherty) to chant invocations to the gods of Beltane   
   > (pronounced Bell Tayne) calling on them to induce great fertility in   
   > our livestock (1 cat, 2 south american degus and my wife) in the   
   > coming season.  A completely uplifting spiritual occasion.  There is   
   > great scope for these occasions to become tacky or fake or plain silly   
   > so I am happy to maintain these great tradiotions passed on to me from   
   > my great ancestors from the northern plains of Mathríno and   
   > Dúnícathairní.   
   >   
   > ***That would be the southern plains to those who hailed from the great   
   > mountain fastnesses of Cumhaillóidhe and Cille Mhóire Thiar, down upon   
   > which we were wont to gaze with envious and covetous eyes from the grim   
   > prison fortress of Ard Aidheann...  As dawn broke each morning, the hard   
   > men of that hard place would mount their great war wagons, the slow and   
   > cumbersome Túbhendí-Sebhenbí and the Fordaí-Túbí from the sloblands of   
   > Mullach Ide, or the low and sleek Túbhendí-Sebhené from the mysterious and   
   > forbidding realm of the Bonny Brook, cruelly deceptively named and where   
   > without doubt it was known that they ate their young and were proud of it   
   > too. Down they would sweep into the defenceless citadel below, the fabled   
   > decadent city of Dyflinn, to rape, pillage and claim what was theirs by   
   > right until the last of their great war wagons would return to rest and   
   > reflection at their Dún of Cluain Tairbh. You soft southern shite.   
   >   
      
   LOL!   
      
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