Saturday, March 10, 2018
SNAKE SATURDAY: FAMILY DRINKING EVENT REALLY JUST MIDDLE-CLASS EXCUSE TO AVOID KANSAS CITY URBAN LIFE???
Let's start with a caveat . . . Most of the plebs attending today's parade have pure hearts and merely desire a fun family time where drinking in public with a baby in tow is widely accepted - We wouldn't dare want to ruin their fun and a well-deserved respite from the ongoing war against the American working-class.
However . . .
There's no denying that the popularity of the Kansas City Snake Saturday Parade has exploded over the past few years . . . The inquiring minds of our blog community want to know why!!!
A bit of history about the parade from their website:
Parade Founder Mickey Finn tells the story of how Snake Saturday came to life in 1983. The concept started as a promotion for Rodeway Inn, with four floats, a Grand Marshal and co-founder, Bill Grigsby. It was cold outside, only about ten degrees. The parade took place in the motel parking lot, allowing people to view from their hotel rooms and the coffee shop.
Parade Founder Mickey Finn and co-founder Bill Grigsby
And what would a parade be without a winner of Best of Parade? A young lady on the back of a Harley Davidson motorcycle wearing a bright green bikini took home the honor. After the parade, the North Kansas City mayor turned to Mickey Finn and said, “We might as well take it to the street next year.” And as they say, “the rest is history”. The parade has celebrated every year since, regardless of weather conditions and always on the Saturday before St. Patrick’s Day.
That's actually a pretty great story that might not speak to Irish heritage but still reveals that gawking at hot chicks is a Kansas City tradition.
But back to the recent rise of Snake Saturday . . .
Like it or not, Kansas City St. Paddy's Day has become increasingly rough, violent, sometimes depraved and an altogether unseemly affair whilst Snake Saturday has essentially has served as a boozy family retreat.
Reactionaries and bitter old men will automatically blame Black youngsters for KC Parade vice but those same old codgers have seemingly never witnessed the off-putting sight of a fat sorority broad puking up green beer in the middle of Westport.
To be fair, over the past years gun play has been part of St. Paddy's festivities in KC proper. LGBT party-goers dominate the midtown "Irish" scene and tranny leprechauns sometimes scare prudish suburbanites, local Latino devotees to San Patricio always love to throw hard looks at each other and everyone else and politicos desperate for any advantage have also mired the parade.
Meanwhile, the Snake Saturday warm-up is a much more wholesome affair by comparison.
The minor tragedy here is that KCMO like the rest of the nation is having a hard time uniting people in the same public space. On the bright side, more drunken "family" public partying is always good for biz and the local bottom line.
You decide . . .