Raping the rotting corpse of the Celtic Tiger!

There is no shame in being angry and afraid. At least not to me. We all need a healthy dose of rage in our lives, it greases the wheels of justice from time to time. And now, I think, is one of those times where we really need it. It is time for us to get mad. We are being run by a confederacy of wide eyed dunces, a loosely aligned group of avaricious pigs who are tied together only by their love of money and their allegiance to a party. There are no policies, there are no ideologies, there are not even ideas. Just grotesquely childlike foolishness and blindness masquerading as a plan. There is no shame in getting angry and afraid when the place you live in is being flushed slowly down the toilet. Take pride in your anger because now we really need it.

Did any of us ever think we would land ourselves in this situation ten years ago? The real tragedy is that they have blown the greatest opportunity we will ever have, perhaps the only opportunity we will ever have, to be an equal and sustainably prosperous nation. Stupidity and short sightedness won the day as we bowed to the economic policies of, firstly, an inveterate gambler and, secondly, a fat charmless oaf. Now we are subject to the idiocy of another classic breed, a career politican riding on the coattails of his family name. Lenihan sits wide eyed and terrified before the cameras, the cogs in his brain slowly turning and struggling for answers to the consistent and terrible economic nightmare that unfolds before him. He is like a cross between Gollum and Tweedle Dee - fat, greedy, stupid, wide eyed and desperate. A useless fool with no credentials to run even a chip shop.



I can't move up here without sight of the homeless...they are at every corner and from every background...young and old, Irish and non-national, sober and fucked...just people. Their hope has now disappeared. But why should we care, right? We'll survive somehow. We'll keep going...I'm digressing but it is so easy to do so. The length and breadth of this sickening mulch of ineptitude is so broad it is impossible to focus on anything for any sustained length of time. Your mind flits from catastrophe to catastophe, each time thinking "How could they have done this? How could ANYONE let this happen?!"

I intended to write this about An Bord Snip Nua but where do I begin...Colm McCarthy is a calculator. A fool who knows nothing of the real world. Never get an aging academic to do the work of a real man...he has been so far removed from the real world for so long he has lost all concept of how it works. Our international reputation is built to a large degree on the artistic and cultural heritage we have created and yet that is where this oaf cuts first. Our economic reputation lies in tatters, now is not the time to destroy our cultural reputation. But this incompetent idiot will never understand. He has no concept of true worth, to him Ireland is a series of figures and columns. Cut, cut, cut. Is it too much to paraphrase Stalin? Possibly. But one man in poverty is a tragedy. A million is just a statistic...the books must balance in Ireland Inc.

I'm not really considering too deeply what I write. I meant this to be a jolly, fun little post when I started but it is impossible to concentrate, there is just too much... Suffice to say I'm angry now, angry and afraid. Get angry.