The saints that have been named Valentine have no connection to romantic love. The majority were martyred during the early Christian period.
It seems the idea of St Valentine’s Day as a day of celebration for lovers was dreamed up by an MP.
The MP for Kent. In 1386.
One Geoffrey Chaucer in the ‘Parlement of Foules‘.
Nowadays every red blooded lover is out at the local petrol station buying flowers and chocolates.Though dear Harriet and her Equality harridans probably don’t approve for St. Valentine was originally known for propagating violence against women. Plutarch in The Parallel Lives gives the reasons why:
At this time many of the noble youths and of the magistrates run up and down through the city naked, for sport and laughter striking those they meet with shaggy thongs. And many women of rank also purposely get in their way, and like children at school present their hands to be struck, believing that the pregnant will thus be helped to an easy delivery, and the barren to pregnancy. These ceremonies Caesar was witnessing, seated upon the rostra on a golden throne, arrayed in triumphal attire.
Even the die hard dour lefties are catered for with ‘conflict free’ diamonds, hemp lingerie, and organic fair trade chocolates. Sadly some of these individuals still find themselves lonely and unloved on Valentine’s Day.
Last year, six of them were seated in a Cambridgeshire pub, wondering why their degrees were not sufficient to attract women to their door, and they decided to do something about their enforced onanism.
So they entered the left wing blogosphere and launched yet another humourless web site…….now they proudly boast that it’s their birthday and 75,000 of their colleagues have dropped into listen to ‘the daily tirades of a few lefties with an axe to grind’.
Oh dear! I trust the right wing blogosphere will find something better to do with themselves tonight. I certainly shall.