snákar burt

First the snakes from Ireland, and now the US Army from Keflavík. Patrick is clearly still in fine form.

It's hard to conceive of it, though. What will be sung around the campfire to fill out the line that begins Ísland úr Nató? What will be scrawled on the walls and pavements of Bankastræti of a warm Laugardagsnótt by the drunken djammarar and menntask(r)ælingar?

And will the traditional and completely inadequate rendering of herinn burt as "the army away" finally, finally die out?