His name was Patrick.
This was of course several hundred’s of years ago. Way back before WiFi, connectivity and even before wet blankets over smoldering fires. Norwegian’s call such a time reference as this, “Once Upon a Time…”.
Patrick an administrator of a single party party political system, was already having a difficult problem finding food for his under-fed people, the Irish.
Seems a great migration of Norwegian’s had moved in (illegal immigrants) seeking the warmer climate of Ireland. These northern invader’s thrived as social creatures when no longer confined to a warm fire and the confines of a cabin. Ireland was dwarfed by the great numbers of these sun-loving, thrill seeking, ox ear head dressed and property values tanked. Food was also in short supply. Demand was rising for Political and consumer based solution.
These new inhabitants, (Norwegians) had made all of the local Pub’s, change into bar room fight scenes, as the Norwegian’s fought and then ate them out of business. These Norse invaders drank all of the milk, ale, cheese and potable water to be found on this green isle. Their appetites were enormous and shortages in all the items of daily Irish consumption began to appear.
By this time, the Norwegians had eaten nearly everything caught from the sea.
The Irish were reduced to a diet of potatoes.
At a special council. Patrick convened an organization known as, The IRA. A special committee, RIPNI. (Rid Ireland of the Pesky Norwegian Invaders) was given powers and the mission solve all of Ireland’s woes.
The RIPNI began sabotaging all of the power plants where the Norwegians refrigerated their food. Their thinking was, “Turning off the refrigeration would spoil the fish and force the Norwegians to return to a colder climate where the fish would not spoil.”
The fish spoiled, tis true. But everyone knows Norwegians thrive on spoiled fish.
Faced with failure, the RIPNI snuck into the spoiled fish warehouses and sprinkled the smelly spoiled fish with “lye”. Certain that such treatment would poison the Norwegians.
As if by magic, the Norwegians survived this concoction and actually dubbed this recipe. “Lutefisk”.
Matters worsened as the Norsemen began taking over the remnants of a potato crop with the production of. “Lefse”.
Patrick, vexed and distraught, on March 17th finally, blew his top and told the Norwegians to go to Hell, and it worked.
All the Norwegians left and moved to Minnesota.
Patrick, a catholic was made a Saint, by the Pope
Patrick became, Saint Patrick.
Of course HE tells a different a different story.