Seeing the Pogues on March 17 in New York City left me with a certain sense of Irish sacredness at the event. Shane MacGowan is a living Irish punk legend. The wounded healer. I decided to nominate him for sainthood. Thus, we could change the Saint dreaded Patrick’s Day to Saint Shane’s Day.
Against Patrick: 1) He wasn’t Irish; 2) He is claimed to have driven snakes from a country where they never existed in Post-Ice Age times; 3) He was never canonized by a pope. So we Irish have been celebrating the fact that he is dead (his death occurred on March 17) because he didn’t drive snakes from Ireland, he wasn’t Irish, and he wasn’t a saint.
For Shane: 1) He is Irish (okay, born in England of Irish parents who soon moved back to Ireland); 2) Shane was immersed in Irish culture, especially music from a young age; 3) he is the ultimate tragic hero; 4) Supporting my notion of renaming March 17 as St. Shane MacGowan Day – It is written (as are all great bureaucratic side-slip manipulations) that to become a saint, the individual must first be shown to have performed at least one miracle. Bingo, we’ve nailed that one. The fact that Shane-o is still alive is a miracle; and now this, 5) This can only help my nomination of Shane for sainthood – three priests and a hellraiser, video http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/showbiz/music/3218912/MacGowan-turns-to-Priesthood.html. And 6) Are you ready? Shane was born on December 25.