Tomorrow's Makin' Valentines
Happy Valentine's Day, homies. I don't know what the Replacements meant by that lyric in the post title, but when a punk band writes a song appropriate for Valentine's Day - you don't have to pretend to know what it means, you just enjoy it.
I, personally, tend to enjoy the holiday. Not for all the silly paper hearts, cheap gifts, and propaganda of jewelry stores - but for the holiday's origins. It has enough origins to sate the lonely hunters, the glad-hearted, the heartsick, the happily coupled, the indifferent, and even the bitter non-believers. St. Valentine was a defender of a young soldier's right to marry his love. And he was brutally killed for his beliefs. But if you don't enjoy the recount of a valiant defender of marriage then perhaps the pagans have something for you. On the ides of February an order of Roman priests would sacrifice a goat at the cave of Romulus and Remus and stroll through the town afterward, touching young women and the fields with the bloody hide to inspire fertility.
So whatever you're bag of beliefs or ideas this occasion - positioned stealthily within a month of cold winds, bare trees, and damned sleet (sorry, the weather has not been good here in Asheville) - is designed to lighten your heart and steel your reserve. And hell, if you're indifferent - take advantage of the "Valentine's" deals at your local eatery. Table for one! Meal for two. That's how to scam those propaganda slinging bastards.
I, personally, tend to enjoy the holiday. Not for all the silly paper hearts, cheap gifts, and propaganda of jewelry stores - but for the holiday's origins. It has enough origins to sate the lonely hunters, the glad-hearted, the heartsick, the happily coupled, the indifferent, and even the bitter non-believers. St. Valentine was a defender of a young soldier's right to marry his love. And he was brutally killed for his beliefs. But if you don't enjoy the recount of a valiant defender of marriage then perhaps the pagans have something for you. On the ides of February an order of Roman priests would sacrifice a goat at the cave of Romulus and Remus and stroll through the town afterward, touching young women and the fields with the bloody hide to inspire fertility.
So whatever you're bag of beliefs or ideas this occasion - positioned stealthily within a month of cold winds, bare trees, and damned sleet (sorry, the weather has not been good here in Asheville) - is designed to lighten your heart and steel your reserve. And hell, if you're indifferent - take advantage of the "Valentine's" deals at your local eatery. Table for one! Meal for two. That's how to scam those propaganda slinging bastards.
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