It was a lovely sunny day. The sort of day that makes you feel good about yourself, and Limerick was humming along nicely, getting wound up for the festivities ahead. (And the shenanigans. Never forget the shenanigans).
Limerick Pride day is always great fun, but I’ve never seen the weather as good as it was for this one. Obviously, God has stopped hating Limerick gays, or else he’s away for the weekend. Who can tell?
Well, some people are fairly sure that God hates gays, if the evangelical gobshites handing out leaflets are anything to judge by. Beyond the Grave.
This tosser started shouted about damnation and repentance immediately the parade started. He went remarkably quiet very fast when a young female Garda reminded him that he needed to shut the fuck up unless he wanted to be arrested.
He went remarkably quiet very fast when a young female Garda reminded him that he needed to shut the fuck up unless he wanted to be arrested.
I had a chat with his Leader, earlier, a smug Northern bible-basher straight from Central-Casting. He told me that he knew Christ had brought happiness to many people, and that sex wasn’t everything. I told him that the Limerick gay parade had nothing to do with his beliefs or with sex, but everything to do with people proclaiming their status as equal citizens in this republic. He didn’t seem to like that, for reasons I couldn’t quite fathom.
I asked him if Jesus would be out condemning gays but he didn’t have an answer to that . I pointed out to him that Limerick people had always shown goodwill to the Pride event, and that we had only ever seen protests from a few bigoted maniacs, but he was welcome to our town anyway.
I also reminded him that everyone is either gay or has a gay child, brother, sister or friend. I told him it’s an inevitable part of the human condition.
He shrugged and smiled in an evangelical sort of way, but at least he didn’t offer me a leaflet and we parted on amicable enough terms.
Here he is a little later.
Here he is again, handing out pamphlets as he follows the march.
But enough of these gobshites. What about the day?
Well, as usual, the people of Limerick embraced the whole event, and it went without a hitch, ending in the grounds of the Hunt Museum with sun, silliness, beer and music. It will of course go on to the small hours, ending with a massive party in Dolans, but I won’t be there because I lack the stamina. Jesus, these fucking gays go on forever.
Here’s a few pictures as usual.
Are you ready? Have you got your Cute settings on Aaaaawwwww!!!?
Here we go. Beat this if you can.
Warning. It’s all downhill from here. (Well, almost. I’ll rescue it at the end).
And finallly, one more time. Aaaaawwwww!!
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