This weekend the Marching Season goes full retard with the 12th of July parades on Saturday. Of course, the 12th wouldn't be the 12th without melted tarmac so we have the 11th night to soften the ground. A night of Bonfires that light up the country from top to bottom (less so around the bottom though, in fairness).
If building a bonfire the size of a skyscraper out of wooden pallets in a residential area wasn't stupid enough, the good people of Antrim today decided to hang an effigy of known politician and definitely not a former IRA commander Gerry Adams. While the man is not exactly a saint (though give the Vatican time, we don't have a patron saint of voice actors yet and he provided a lot of work for them in the 90's), it has become part of a worrying trend that borders on hate crime. Celtic shirts, Tricolours and campaign posters for Anna Lo and Martina Anderson have also been seen on bonfires around the country. It could be said that they shouldn't have left the damn things up in the first place after the election, but who am i to judge. "Orange Fest" as is bizarrely now called will never succeed as an inclusive event for the entire country when people get away with this sort of shit.
As it does every year, the 11th night will no doubt go off without a hitch of any kind, with revelers tucked up in their beds by midnight with bellies full of toasted marshmallows.
Stay tuned over the weekend for more coverage of the most peaceful time of the year in our wee country, where we all join hands and sing the sash together. That's what Orange Fest is about after all.
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