The Lisbon Treaty

If I had a gun, and a kitten, and Declan Ganley, Coir, Youth Defence or Sinn Fein advised me to not shoot the kitten, I’d probably shoot the kitten.

And thats all I have to say about that.

You know what really grinds my gears?

Due to circumstances beyond my control, I have been sadly neglecting my brewery. The reasons are many-fold, but in short I have been kept mightily busy by a few pots I have put on the boil since falling foul of the recession a few months ago. A fair bit has went on since I last had the chance to think about any of it, so instead of trying to ignore it and hope it goes away, here is a list of some of the things that have been fucking me off over the last number of weeks. Its in a different font because Ice Broadband are the worst ISP in the history of the universe and in no particular order because I’m lazy.

So, to whit, I give you….

SOME OF THE THINGS THAT HAVE BEEN ANNOYING ME OVER THE LAST FEW WEEKS

Permanent TSB Interest Rate hikes

So here we have an institution that was so crooked and incompetent that they needed a massive dig out by the tax payer. You know, you. And me. And all the other people. So the government went and charged us all a levy on our wages to stop the shit being slung and to keep the bank nice and liquid. So here we all are. Paying another few bob on our salaries to keep them open regardless of them flat refusing to loan anyone any money and thereby choking small businesses who need finance to operate, unemployed people who want to start a business so they can contribute, and just about anyone who wants to do anything that will cost any money.

This all begs the question…. If a Bank won’t lend money, then what’s it’s purpose?

Oh! That’s right! It’s purpose is to return a dividend to stock holders and to pay fat salaries to managers at the expense of just about everything else. So what we are left with is a huge institution that is sucking the public coffers dry and contributing nothing in return. It is, in all respects, a big black hole in the economy that the government are just fucking money into by the bucket-load and we, the people, are getting nothing out of it. No car finance. No mortgages. No hope. No change there then.

Now, they want to raise mortgage interest rates. Lovely. This exemplifies perfectly the sort of absolute tosspot it takes to run a bank in this country. We are paying more tax to keep you open, now you want to take MORE money out of our pockets in a declining economy in which people have less to give. Correct me if I’m wrong, but shouldn’t the fact that people are already paying a few points more to directly fund your operation straight out of their pay-packets mean that it would be hugely immoral to squeeze them even tighter? Even thugs running extortion rackets have the cop on to know that if you squeeze a business to tight you are going to close them down, effectively putting you directly out of pocket. However, bankers seem to be thinking that people can and will pay as much as they are told to. How? We have now entered a race to the bottom as far as ethical trading in the financial sector is concerned. The last thing any bank should want is a load of negative equity stricken home owners handing back the keys to houses that they will refuse anyone else the finance to buy. Where is the sense?

I suppose it comes down to the scumbag nature of the people running the show and the will to try to find out how much they can get away with before people start crying foul. But, knowing Irish people, that won’t happen (See my next point) and even if it does the government will be available to stand up for the thieving bastards in our financial sector and remind us all how the hunger, misery and unemployment caused by their actions in supporting these moral cesspits with our money is systemic to keeping us all afloat.

Floating on what, I ask.

People who bitch and moan and then do nothing.

You know, there are two things in this life that you have to do. You have to pay tax and you have to die. They are the two big inevitabilities that we are all faced with. Everything else in the world is caused by the consequences of people’s decisions. Its beautifully simple really. Your life is the way it is because you made many, many decisions over the years, the consequences of which have all conspired to lead you to be reading this right now. That makes me feel kind of important, but that’s not important right now. What is important is the fact that sometimes people refuse to make decisions, which leads me to believe that there are people, and quite a few at that, who are only ever happy when they have something to be miserable about.

Here’s how it works. If there is something in your life that is causing you pain or unhappiness then change it. If it’s beyond your power to change then its pointless complaining, because complaining will change nothing,. If it is in your power to change, and most things are, then take the steps that are needed to rectify the situation. Don’t like your job? Get a new one. Hate your partner? Dump them and get with someone who interests you. Its really that simple. So here is the new rule. If you have a gripe about something but are not willing to do anything about it, shut the fuck up. You loose your right to bitch. End of.

Blasphemy law

An outstanding parking fine notwithstanding, I am a law abiding citizen. I cause no trouble for anyone and I try to live life for the good of myself and everyone around me. I do my best not to step on anyone’s toes or be a nuisance. Sometimes its unavoidable, but that’s life, isn’t it. I can annoy people sometimes. Sometimes people annoy me too, but I’m an adult and I deal with it. I realise its hard to agree with everyone and the best you can hope for sometimes is to just agree to disagree and get on with your lives. Lets not forget, this road of life we’re on is a long one, full of twists, turns, peaks and troughs that can confound the best of us. In my opinion the best we can do is to do the best we can and in doing so hopefully make the journey as pleasurable as possible for you and your fellow travellers. This is our life and you only get one.

Ah! But hang on a minute! If you life your life in suffering then surely another life awaits you that’s better for your suffering in this one, right?

Wrong.

You’re born. You live a few years. You die.

That’s it really. Its what’s in the middle that counts to me, because living your life in deliberate denial, eternal penance and fear of judgement is the worst possible way to spend any time at all, let alone your whole life. I can have no love for any supposed loving celestial creator who’s overriding interest is in the prevention of masturbation, the surety that his closest adherents will never reproduce and the constant grovelling and snivelling of the rest of them. But of course, now I am a criminal for uttering such things if you, the reader decide to be outraged by them. I’m not sure if this is the first time that the measure of the severity or even existence of an offence has been left solely to the aggrieved party to decide, maybe we could use it as a template for the rest of the laws in our fair isle. How about we make murder a crime only if the aggrieved party complains that they are outraged post factum? Or here is a better one… how about we make collapsing the country’s finances a crime if the population are suitably miffed. I’m pissed off about that one for sure, but where is the law protecting my sensibilities from outrage about the fact that the country has been brought to its knees by a circle of goons bent on protecting themselves and their friends at all costs? Why does the outrage of some god botherer why may be forced to even consider the fact that their imaginary friend doesn’t exist come before the fact that thousands of the rest of us have been outraged about being forced to consider loosing our jobs, homes and even families because of the mess we’ve been dumped in by the people who are now more concerned with legislating to criminalise the likes of me without casting a thought towards any sort of punishment for those who have not merely offended sensibilities, but have destroyed lives in deed?

Again, we have been shown outstanding ineptitude, short sightedness and populist claptrap instead of the leadership, bravery and governmental fortitude required to tear this island kicking and screaming into the twenty first century. God knows we need it.

Government stupidity and arrogance

Its all about spin, you see. Its not about what’s in the report on the Irish economic crisis, its how you read it and how you lie about it to people who haven’t read it. Its about telling people that they can’t have cancer screening services because they are better off without them. Girls can’t be vaccinated against cervical cancer because they are better off not being. Increased taxes are not being put into job creation because there are better places to put the money that have no benefit to the public who are paying it. The Catholic Church don’t have to compensate the victims of institutional abuse because the richest organisation in the world needs the Irish taxpayer to bail them out too, the consequence of which being that after being paid off by the state the victims have no more recourse against the perpetrators of the stain on Irish society which will can only be remembered as a holocaust perpetrated against the poor, defenceless and most needy in our society, perpetrated for the good of the children who were better off away from parents who the church deemed unable to care for them. Of course, this is for the good of the victims so as not to have the indignity of a day in court thrust upon them. It’s about not giving a damn about people loosing their homes in favour of legislating to protect defaulters from jail only when it became a reality for the powerful. Its about taking money necessary to educate our children, feed our hungry, provide health care for our poor, and heat our elderly and redirect it to protect the interests of the people who will only have need of such things if they are allowed to suffer the losses that their own gambles have accrued. Its also very much about watching the Irish economy go down the pan while sending the already over-stretched state police force to protect the interests of the multinational that Bertie Ahern handed all our national natural resources to for nothing in Co. Mayo. It’s about watching billions and billions worth of oil and gas sail away from our shores on tankers flying a big fuck you flag to the people who will see nothing from it, bar the VAT the government will receive out of all our pockets when Shell sell our own gas back to us. 

I have a major issue with anyone who pisses away ever penny they have been entrusted with by others (you, me and everyone else who has ever contributed a cent in tax to support our country and social order), and then expect the same others to dig even deeper to cover their arses when they fuck it up.

The Television licence

The television license fee was introduced as a way to fund the national broadcaster, RTE. Back in the day, a fair few people didn’t own a television, so they assumed it fair enough for people who owned one to contribute to the viewing, rather than pay for it out of the public finances thus charging people who didn’t have access to the national broadcaster an unfair fee. Fair enough.

I own a television, but I don’t have RTE. I have a satellite dish that picks up free to air Italian television so Mrs Orgasm can have access to some of her native culture. Personally, I don’t care much for television. I think its a distraction from more fulfilling (for me) pursuits as well as being a unidirectional method of disseminating important information regarding global and national affairs. Television has been the tool of choice of opinion manipulators over the last half a century, and I for one don’t trust the motives of news editors and social commentators who are depending on the powers they are supposed to be casting a critical eye over for their funding. Look at the grovelling RTE did after they dared to run a report about someone else who took the piss out of our glorious leader HRH Brian Cowen. But that’s just me. All this notwithstanding, I don’t see why I should contribute to an organisation that supply me with nothing. I’m paying the price of my admission ticket regardless of having no interest in or method of viewing the show. I don’t see why.

So there you have it. There is also the question of people who vote “No Opinion” in sky news text polls, the issue of how I broke my surfboard and the tall tale of how I may be singularly resposible for two very nice Canadian people running away scared out of Ireland. But they are other stories, for other days.

Up Munster.

Down? How About a Kick in the Nads!

As if we didn’t have enough problems. Scumbags running the day to day affairs of our towns a cities, scumbags in suits taking money from our wages to keep them rich, inept and corrupt officials using Joe Public as a piggy bank, more people loosing their jobs than you can shake a stick at, people coming out of hospitals sicker than when they went in with hunger and poverty being all the rage these days.

Now to top it all off we have an impending global flu pandemic.

Brilliant.

Like we really need another way in which the government can be useless. Mary Harney has been doing her best to dismantle the health service for the last few years, preferring to spend money on shafting BUPA so Sean Quinn (who incidentally doesn’t seem to be subject to “Risk Equalisation”) could diversify out of Anglo.

A few years back they issued us all with iodine pills in case of a nuclear attack. Remember that? Just vaporised by a lunatic Muslim? No bother! Here’s an iodine pill for you. That’ll sort you right out. Now I can see them cancelling mass or something equally vapid and useless for the sake of being seen to be doing something without actually having done anything at all to save lives that might in any way cost them any money, the bastards.

I’m actually half looking forward to seeing how much of a balls they make out of handling this, should it reach here. This country has become a parody of itself. Thick Mick just blew his first pay cheque and now he cant afford to go to the doctor. You know, it would probably be hilarious if it wasn’t so fucking infuriating.

Your grandfather knew better

In other news, the recession can go fuck itself.

I’m sick of hearing about it. Every morning I turn on the radio in the car. Doom this. Gloom that. Woe betide us all for the taxman cometh and he taketh thine kidneys and deposit thee in a bath full of ice with a brief note outlining why you are there and a mobile for you to call an ambulance.

But wait a minute, I’m fucking poor anyway, and the more I think about it, the more I realise I’ll be devastated about having to miss all those nights out I never had in the first place. Not to mention all the holidays I didn’t go on and the swanky car, hefty mortgage and the coke habit I could never afford to begin with. I’ll sure be missing all those high class society parties I was never invited to and as for the fur coat collection I don’t have, like the peacocks that don’t live in the grounds that don’t surround the stately home I don’t live in, I guess not having it will mean I wont have to be gutted about the lot of it getting taken off me because of the recession. Me, you and most of the rest of us will have to make a few minor adjustments to settle back into a life less complicated by multiple credit cards, over draughts, whopping great mortgages on overpriced shoe boxes next door to someone the health board gave the house to for free and this insane competition to out bling our equally vapid and nouveaux pretentious neighbours.

I think the biggest problem we have to face is the fear we don’t know why we are feeling. Stop for a second. Take a deep breath, breath in some perspective. We are all borne from a very, very long line of very successful ancestors who we know all lived long enough to rear our more recent ancestors and that every one of them got the ride at least once in their lives, no doubt an epic success in itself in a time before dentists.

Now think about it.

You, your parents, your grand parents, their grand parents, their great great great grand parents before them. Your relatives who stayed put and had the wherewithal to get themselves through the famine, by hook or by crook. Your late relations who, generation after generation outsmarted the foreign armies and plagues that came to take those who would have no descendants. The people who bore your genes about the time Brian Boru was giving the vikings the jabs. The people who bore my genes about the time the pyramids were being built and before, and further back, a hundred thousand millenia ago there were creatures alive that went about their daily grind carrying the genes that their descendants would one day use to produce you and me, here today, geared up with all the smarts that got them all to where you are now.

And now the newspapers would have you believe that all that is going to fall apart because a few crooks raided the treasury.

OH NOES!!!

Come hell or high water we will survive by calling on the rights we have all inherited through the toll of the billion deaths that our lineage outsmarted. The radio and the papers can have their recession. They can keep their gloom.

I’m off down to the shop to buy an icepop.

Who wants one?

Evident Failure in the Humour Department

I have to say I’m very disappointed about the lack of cojones shown by RTE in rolling over and apologising for this;

 

And this;

 

They didn’t actually say sorry for the paintings (they didnt paint them), they unreservedly apologised for running a report on it.

Newsflash -

ITS FUCKING FUNNY.

However, apparently it was offensive to the Cowen Family. The Da in the household is fat. Shocker, ha? Now the  Gardai have been draughted in (they have nothing better to be doing, you see) to serve a warrant on Ray Darcy’s radio show on Today FM in order to get the contact details of the offending artist so they can charge him with having a sense of the ridiculous and showing Brian Cowen to be human, with the icing on this particular cake being the calls from FF ministers for the resignation of the Director General of RTE for airing this grossly offensive and misrepresentative story. Yeah, sure boys. If you were ever unsure, here is your definitive proof as to the the dry, shitty, bitter, cold, unsavoury and down right fucking begrudgery ridden nature of the people elected to lead us through our darkest hour.

Here are the shower of bastards who recon they have the master plan that will get their mates in the banks off the hook  save us all from economic doom and they cant even take a fucking joke.

Brian Cowen is a human being, right? I’m assuming he wears underpants and uses toilet paper. On what end I’m not sure but there you go. I’m sure the Gardai have better things to be worrying about, and I know for a fact Brian Cowen has better things to be worrying about.

If Joe fucking bastard FF TD has nothing better to be worrying about then hand back your fat salaries and greedy pensions and fuck off back to the primary school or law firm you came from and let the piss takers take the piss and the ministers minister. There is no place for you here. I’m no great fan of Brian Cowen, but I do have more respect for him than I had for Bertie Balls seeming as Brian had the minerals to at least try to be seen to be doing something about the flaming, screaming, burning plane crash of an economy under our arses and didn’t just up and run like that other cunt. However, if Brian Cowen is implicit in this wasting of Garda time and resources, as well as being a plain old bad sport, well then I guess its just one more reason to add to the long, long, long list of reasons to avoid the fuckers like the plague next time your in a polling booth.

I Want Two of Whatever Noel Dempsey is on.

Not that the Fianna Fail Ard Fheis would be my normal Saturday night televisual fare, in fact since I booted Sky Television out of my house in a fit of moral rage I actually haven’t had any television to watch, but boy was I wishing I was at that party when I got the news later.

Apparently, there was ranting, raving, wild presumptions and rabid historical inaccuracies concerning republicanism piled on top of self righteousness, shit slinging and blame mongering. Sounds like a standard night in any boozer in a small town really. But this was all going on in the AGM of Ireland’s ruling bubbling pot of nepotism and soft shite after a night on the beer.

This is what we learned.

Apparently, the bankers are to blame, and are worse than Cromwell.

Oliver Cromwell.

Here is a brief snip from Wikipedia.

In the wake of the Commonwealth’s conquest, the public practice of Catholicism was banned and Catholic priests were murdered when captured. In addition, roughly 12,000 Irish people were sold into slavery under the Commonwealth. All Catholic-owned land was confiscated in the act for the settlement of Ireland 1652 and given to Scottish and English settlers, the Parliament’s financial creditors and Parliamentary soldiers. The remaining Catholic landowners were allocated poorer land in the province of Connaght – this led to the Cromwellian attributed phrase “To hell or to Connacht”. Under the Commonwealth, Catholic landownership dropped from 60% of the total to just 8%.

You can read the rest here;

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oliver_Cromwell#Irish_Campaign:_1649.E2.80.931650

Now.

Noel Dempsey is like a big fat sack of stale shit only stupider.

How dare he shirk responsibility for our economic collapse onto the foddermen of his masters, then raise the specter of one of Ireland’s greatest tragedies in order to pepper his words. How fucking DARE he.

His party oversaw the rape of this country’s finances by the bankers, allowed by the regulator and enabled by a clique of fucking crooks.  The cheek of him.

Worse than Cromwell are the men his party bolstered through tax incentives and loose lending. Worse than Cromwell are the men who financed the rise and rise of their buddies in The Party. Yes. Worse than Cromwell them all, now having sold us all into slavery to pay the bank’s way out of this. Has Noel Dempsy, in his hypocrisy, not been complicit in his party turning a blind eye to the nod and wink culture that has just run this country into the ground?

The gaul and cowardice shown by this man in condemning his allies from his pulpit is absolutely sickening.

The banks are not responsible for creating this mess anymore than a two year old is responsible for shooting you with the loaded gun you just gave him. Fianna Fail built an economy based on an ever expanding property bubble and somehow seemed shocked when it burst. Now, of course, its someone else’s fault. The financial Cromwelians have come and taken our homes and made slaves of us all to the taxman. But you know what? I’m not blaming Old Oliver.

I’m blaming whoever sold him the fucking guns.

Heres an Idea

Next time Biffo feels like appointing a minister for finance, or health, or anything else, lets make sure they have some sort of a background in the field they are being put into.

Infact(aaa), lets go one step further and ask that elected representatives not be handed roles at all. Lets ask that they stick to the business of representing us and demand that when the head of a department is being appointed they have the qualifications and background that would get them the gig were it in the private sector.

First they apply in writing.

Then they send in a CV.

If we need, say, a new minister for finance (just as an example), lets make sure that they are not, say, a solicitor. Lets look for someone who is, maybe, an economist, or has spent the last twenty years as the financial director of a large company with an impeccable record in corporate governance (if such a thing exists anymore) and a clean audit sheet. If need be we can scour the globe for the right people for the job. We can pay them a ministerial salary to make it attractive, and if they cock it up we can sack them.

Its only in this way we can put an end to entirely unsuitable people being allowed to be incompetent in positions which have a direct effect on our lives. In fairness, if you, or me, or anyone else had been running anything so badly as the current government we would be on the dole in a heartbeat. Instead its the hard working man on the street that is consigned to suffer the consequences of a system that was proven to have failed twenty five years ago when CJH and his lackies were bleeding the country dry, this shambles, that has been propped up by vested interest to the detriment of everyone else, careering towards nothing.

Under the current system Ronan Keating is just as qualified to run the country’s finances as the man who is actually running it.

Ronan fucking Keating.

Chew on that over your breakfast.

On Patriotism

I’m going blue in the face from listening to it. Its our duty. Its what we all must do. We must all bear the load. We must all contribute to Neary’s retirement. We must all contribute to the rich. We must all have less so that the people with plenty can have more.

Bollox.

Bollox to it all I say.

Bailing out a shower of corrupt millionaires is not my duty. Nor is it yours. Remember, the banks and the government conspired with large scale developers to swindle the rest of us out of anything we might ever hope to have by making us all think we were doing well out of giving them all our money.

Now that things have gone bust, Brian Lenihan has earmarked €7 billion to put them right without even reading the documents provided to him on the matter. I think, when all is said and done that should tell you everything you need to know about the current state of affairs in our government.

In the last budget Messrs Lenihan and Cowen dusted off their shears and began cutting.

They cut funding for disabled children.

They cut funding for old people.

They took from our education system.

They took from our health system.

They put their filthy hands in our pockets and took from our pay packets.

They took from the front line public services that keep the country running.

They took from the pockets of the gardai, the nurses, the teachers, the under appreciated who protect us, care for us and educate our children.

Surely we must all heave together in these challenging times. Surely, we must collectively put our shoulders to the wheel and heave together to gather the momentum we need for a brighter tomorrow. Surely. We must.

Indeed.

However when I see my good contribution to a failing economy being thrown after bad money into a cesspit of corruption and cronyism then my will to contribute takes a back seat to my disbelief at the malleability and naivety of the man on the street.

In the dead of night, as we slept soundly in our beds of debt, they came into our houses and they stole from us. Be under no illusion about this whatsoever. They propped up a sham and sold it to us all, telling us that we NEED to buy massively over priced housing. We need to own more than we could afford. We need to work at the cost of our time with our children. We need to pay for childcare because we need to work to pay what we owe to Sean Fitzpatrick and his friends.

I’ll tell you what we need.

Or rather I’ll tell you what we don’t need.

We don’t need to be told that its our moral obligation to soften the blow for the people who have strangled the entire country to within an inch of its life. I’m not very good at outrage. I’m the classic example of what Curtis White deemed the Middle Mind. However, this whole fucking fiasco has actually been keeping me awake at night. Not because I’m worried, I’m not. I have a job, and more importantly, I have options. I know through hell or high water I’ll be OK.

What has me is the sheer brazeness and cheek of the people we the people decided were good enough to govern us. A bunch of teachers and solicitors who jumped into bed with super rich banking types and threw money at builders making a property speculator out of the majority and a fool out of everyone. Now that the whistle has been blown my money and your money is being used to keep them all in the lives they are accustomed to. My money and your money is being squandered in boys clubs and divvied up amongst golden circles across the country as you sit there and read this.

And somehow its OUR patriotic duty to pay for it.

Take my advice. Get the hell out. Pack your bags and tell Brian Cowen that you will not be contributing anymore. You will take your tax and pay it to a government with the decency to provide you with a doctor when your sick, or a transport system when your not.

Patriotism.

The greatest motivator of fools known to mankind.

Puh-LEASE.

I’m fucking fed up. I’ve just been trying to explain to my Fiancé via email why people are not out waving pitchforks and dragging bankers and politicians by the feet behind a battered Hilux but I just cant think of a good reason.

She comes from Italy, and wants to know why she has to pay a levy  because of political incompetence and the fact that the banks are managed by people who, were they managing banks anywhere else would be in jail by now. I cant answer her questions. I just don’t know how to explain it.

We, the rogered, have taken it upon ourselves to make our own lives harder in order to finance the likes of  Brian Cowen in their mad schemes aimed at keeping their buddies from going under and possibly revealing the full scale of the goings on in Anglo Irish Bank. One major stakeholder invested half a billion quid into the bank back when it appeared at least to be worth something. 

Did he rally a team together to generate the capital through shrewd investments?

No.

Did he redirect dividends from any of his other ventures to raise the funds?

Did he fuck.

He borrowed the money from Anglo Irish Bank.

That’s right.

HE BORROWED THE MONEY FROM THE COMPANY, THEN USED THAT SAME MONEY TO BUY SHARES IN THE SAME COMPANY. 

Now, I want you to do me a favour. Call it for science, like. I want you to find someone you know from another country. Say, France or England or somewhere like that. Maybe even Poland. Then, you sit them down and give them a brief run-through of whats been going on in a non essential organisation. The directors loans hidden from the auditors, the insanely liberal lending policies that led one borrower to claim he didn’t want the loan of eight million and when he told the bank that he had no capacity to repay they gave it to him anyway, the very fact that the bank could be wound up without any real consequence to anyone but the developers who were instrumental in destroying it in the first place. Remember, these developers are now looking at launching legal action against the banks because they claim the banks shouldn’t have authorised the loans that they applied for, which is absolutely fucking mental in itself.

Now explain to them why the government is nationalising this bank at the cost of €3 billion to the tax payer. Bear in mind, the bank is currently worth less than €200 million (my figures are probably skewed, but my journalism will stop being lazy the day I start getting paid for it).

Now explain to them why it seems sensible to hock all the money to Anglo Irish, and in doing so have no money left over to prop up AIB and BoI, the collapse of which will spell ruination for everyone. Meaning YOU. Your employer wont be able to pay your wages and even if they can, where are they going to pay them to? If you are self employed you can kiss goodbye to your business because you will be short of cash to meet new orders, relying on prompt payment from customers who cant find the money to pay you in order to keep your head above water.

Cant explain it? Me neither.

Absolute disaster is on the horizon unless fast action is taken to stop the Jobs for the Boys mentality of the people in government and on the banking boards.

I’m fed up of wankers trying to tell me I need to pay for it, that we must all shoulder the burden.

Cowen, Lenihan, Harney, Ahern, McCreevy, the lot of you can shoulder my hole for the mess you’ve made. The only thing I got from the “Celtic Tiger” was hope. No mortgage because by the time I wanted one it was clear to me that the whole thing was built on shite. No credit card because I am smart enough to realise that 17.5% APR is a fucking rip in any mans language. No personal loans because I realised years ago that if its not a car or a house if you have to borrow for it you cant fucking afford it. Hope was all I thought I needed.

You’ve taken it from us all and replaced it with a fist full of fuck ye all ye should have known better. Now you expect us to shoulder the burden of your myopia, your arrogance and your incompetence. Shoulder it yourselves. Fall on your swords and sign on for the €150 odd a week like the rest of the poor souls you have left spinning to the dole que in your wake.

They are fed up too. But sure you all know what your doing. Feathering your own nests at the expense of my future. Why should you care. You’ve grown fat on our demise and you have no intention of dieting, have you now?

Is it just me?

Or is the idea if having a morbidly obese woman in charge of the health service a bit mental?

Would it be acceptable to have a thief  as minister for finance?

Oh..

Hang on….