Who else couldn't care less about St Patrick's Day?

I didn't know I missed it until I was seeing jokes about it on reddit. Was it today? I really have no idea. It isn't that I don't care, its just I didn't know anything about it .

Ireland was England's first colony as is still her last after 800 years!!! They were fighting for freedom and social justice. I would respectfully suggest that you get your facts straight before you condemn and stop the hatred or we can never move forward. Fact: The Protestant Irish actually fought the British to remain British. How crazy is that? Stop the propoganda or read and learn. Originally the Brits went in to protect the Catholics! However they ended up by killing them. There are many injustices committed to people by armed forces acting under the instructions of governments in power all over the world. Why go back over thirty years? Move forward in love to ALL mankind.

In truth St.Patricks Day is the only Saint's day that I can remember when it is and of course it's today March 17th. My ex was Irish and of course we had to celebrate it, I wasn't allowed to forget it. Mind you all calendars seem to have the day marked on it.

Holidays are suppose to be for fun and happiness. I think it is time for you to drop out what happened in the historic ages. And as you mentioned "happy, friendly, jovial people", ignoring the sarcasm if any, it shouldn't be that bad. Please note that i am neither English nor American, i am all about fun and spreading the love. :]

I have a lot of Irish ancestors, two of my grandparents were full Irish and one was half Irish and half English, the other was German. So I have a lot of Irish but I really don't care about this holiday. It's a holiday manufactured right here in America as a silly excuse to party and drink too much. When I was younger I hated the English because of their conquest mentality--you know the old saying, the sun never sets on the British Empire? They conquered Ireland and one of the results was the great famine that drove so many Irish to America and left others starving while the English lords feasted and insisted on their taxes. That oppression created a rebel movement that was horrible in its violence but still the British would not let go; things have changed but on and on it went. Or so went the history I read. It's time to let go of hatred or all this crap will continue. I'm sure there was more to it on both sides and as I matured I let go of my hate. Now we have new threats to everyone from terrorists of all persuasions. Hatred brings misery and grudges only eat up the people who hold them. Feeding a grudge saps your soul. Injustice will continue as long as greed funds it. America and other countries will keep on giving money to wipe out cultures as long as it is profitable. The best thing we can do is not buy into the propaganda and be kind to one another regardless of where we are or who our ancestors were. I have a genuine affection for the English now. None of them have nothing whatsoever to do with the past oppression of the Irish and 99% of them have nothing to do with hurting anyone in present times. We are all family in God's eyes and should treat each other as such.

I couldn't care less for St Patrick's Day. But I'm not English, so I couldn't give a damn either. But it was always a celebration that I never quite understood.

To add insult to injury he's Cumbrian! The below is taken from good old Wikipedia! Two Latin letters survive which are generally accepted to have been written by St. Patrick. These are the Declaration (Latin: Confessio) and the Letter to the soldiers of Coroticus (Latin: Epistola). The Declaration is the more important of the two. In it Patrick gives a short account of his life and his mission. St. Patrick was born in Roman Britain at Banna Venta Berniae, a location otherwise unknown, though identified in one tradition as Glannoventa, modern Ravenglass in Cumbria. Calpornius, his father, was a deacon, his grandfather Potitus, a priest. When he was about sixteen, he was captured and carried off as a slave to Ireland. Patrick worked as a herdsman, remaining a captive for six years. He writes that his faith grew in captivity, and that he prayed daily. After six years he heard a voice telling him that he would soon go home, and then that his ship was ready. Fleeing his master, he travelled to a port, two hundred miles away, where he found a ship and, after various adventures, returned home to his family, now in his early twenties. Patrick recounts that he had a vision a few years after returning home: "I saw a man coming, as it were from Ireland. His name was Victoricus, and he carried many letters, and he gave me one of them. I read the heading: "The Voice of the Irish". As I began the letter, I imagined in that moment that I heard the voice of those very people who were near the wood of Foclut, which is beside the western sea—and they cried out, as with one voice: "We appeal to you, holy servant boy, to come and walk among us." So, why the Irish have claimed him as their own I've really no idea!