MOTUS A.D.: That Old (Irish) Gang of Mine

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

That Old (Irish) Gang of Mine

I have a special St. Patrick’s Day greeting for you from my time vault; it’s a special performance from 2011, when all the gals - ValJar, Oprah, SanFran Nan, Hillz and Lady M - were still Bffs:

Cherish this timeless memory because the time when you could get this group of dames together to don red wigs and do an Irish jig is long gone.

This video was made before the Tea Party stole Nan’s control of the House, before Oprah was forced to cancel her own show, before the words “Benghazi” and “what difference, at this point, does it make” were permanently linked, before MO demonstrated the evolution of “Mom dancing,” and before ValJar won reelection.

So, as is often the case in politics, jealousies and long running animosities eventually caught up with the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. Their stated purpose of fighting for women’s equality, the “the great unfinished business of the 21st century” has broken down along evolving lines of self-interest. As of today Oprah is no longer speaking to MO, MO and ValJar are no longer speaking to Hillary, Nancy is still jabbering to everyone, butt nobody’s paying attention, and Hillz is no longer speaking to anyone, preferring to take her fight to Twitter where she doesn’t have to answer questions if she doesn’t choose to.

All of which is a long way of explaining why this year’s Big White St. Patrick’s Day party won’t be quite as much fun as it has been in the past: no disembodied heads joyfully dancing their little feet off, except for Lady M.

So celebrate today any way you’re so inclined. Pray for Bibi’s victory, if for no other reason than to make Big Guy look small,

It’s for you, Hillary.

And no matter what, keep those Irish eyes smiling:

irish little eye Especially the “little” one.

We will be entertaining the leader of the free leprechauns, Enda Kenny, at this evenings festivities. As you know, both BO and MO claim Irish heritage so there will be plenty of Guinness, little green men, shamrocks and pots of gold.

Slàinte!