REALLY!!!! do tell...In Canada
whats the deal anyway...
Ah yes, the glorious 12th; celebrating King Billy's ass whuppin of the Dogans at the battle of the Boyne.
Ever since, the protestants can't forget they won, and the dogans can't stop trying to tell the rest of the world how to live.
The Orange Hall was right around the corner of me ol hometead so every 12th we were "treated" to fife and drum and farmers with their one white (yellowed with age) shirt, black suits, white socks, "carnival" type straw hats, carrying banners and bibles. Just doin the Lord's work eh.
"King Billy" rode at the head of the parade, and the rest of the folk walked in horsesh!t.......:lol::lol:
If the horse was a male, you could hear several folks yelling : "Hey look at the prick on that horse"!!!..............................:roll: "King Billy" looked neither left nor right, but paraded on like the good protestant he was.
The catholics were, by and large, well behaved, except for those who threw rocks and bottles.
After the parade was over, (so me dad told me), the lads would congregate at the local watering hole and that's when the party got rough. Orange and Green, dukin it out in the back alley. .Ah yes, the good old days of religious tolerance.
Haven't we come a long way...............;-)
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