Is Féidir Linn

By lex, on May 23rd, 2011

Last week the Queen of England made the first royal trip to Eire that did not involve broadswords and armor. The trip was ostensibly made to recognize warming Anglo-Irish relationships, but Her Majesty made the crucial political and gustatory faux pas of passing on a perfect pint of the brown, when it was offered. Prince Phillip was said to have looked “longingly” after the orphaned beverage, but reluctantly followed his leader. Ireland being Ireland, we are safe to assume that the pint went unwasted, and wouldn’t that have been a pity, so it would.

Credo

"Sign on, young man, and sail with me. The stature of our homeland is no more than the measure of ourselves. Our job is to keep her free. Our will is to keep the torch of freedom burning for all. To this solemn purpose we call on the young, the brave, the strong, and the free. Heed my call, Come to the sea. Come Sail with me."

— John Paul Jones

"Pardon him, Theodotus; he is a barbarian, and thinks that the customs of his tribe and island are the laws of nature"

— George Bernard Shaw, Caesar and Cleopatra

"And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music."

— Friedrich Nietzsche

"A kind Providence has placed in our breasts a hatred of the unjust and cruel, in order that we may preserve ourselves from cruelty and injustice. They who bear cruelty, are accomplices in it. The pretended gentleness which excludes that charitable rancour, produces an indifference which is half an approbation. They never will love where they ought to love, who do not hate where they ought to hate."

— Edmund Burke

"Μολὼν λαβέ"

— Leonidas

"Blogito Ergo Sum"

— Neptunus Lex