Time for a holiday
In less than three weeks time it will be Paddy’s Day.
I don’t look forward to all the frenetic hype and Paddywhackery that comes with it, but that’s not what I’m on about today.
What pisses me off is that it is also the season of the JunketFest. This is the time of year when all our TDs and councillors decide that it is time for a break and they all feck off abroad at our expense.
There has been a bit of a furore about this in the meeja already this week. Of course the various TDs and councillors all put on long faces and come up with pathetic excuses such as ‘they are drumming up trade for Ireland’ or ‘they are meeting the Diaspora’.
Can you imagine Barack Obama meeting with Congress and announcing that he knows that America is in a mess but he wants to invest in Ireland because some blubbering fucker presented him with a bowl of weed? Can you imagine some bloke in some far flung land who is so desperately homesick that he would be pleased to meet some wanker of a councillor that he has never even heard of before?
I notice that when it comes to destinations, some places crop up on a regular basis. Washington and New York feature prominently, as do places like Dubai and Sydney. Isn’t it strange how you rarely see names like Reykjavík, Beirut or Birmingham crop up?
Another of their pathetic excuses is that ‘it doesn’t cost much’. That’s like telling the Public Service Workers to stop whinging about the pensions levy because it’s ‘only €50 a month’.
The government has been constantly moaning and hand-wringing for the last months about the catastrophic nature of our finances, yet when it comes to giving themselves a little treat abroad, the money is suddenly available. Do I detect the faintest odour of hypocrisy here?
I suggest we let them go. I suggest we even send them to a nice sunny area so they can relax and relieve the old stress.
I suggest a nice little Pacific Island.
And then we bung a few Euro to the French to recommence nuclear testing?
Save some money, and tell the French the councillors are all Englishmen who don’t drink red wine and said that Disneyland Paris is crap compared to Orlando. France would do it free then, betcha.
Then who do we put into power in their place?
Let them go alright. Just make sure the bastards can’t come back regardless of where they have gone to.
Don’t get me started on the “powers of those that rule” – or have the money (our money that is) to go off and do things that we don’t have the money or time for because we’re too busy working and paying them taxes! *sigh* You can tell I really need one of those holidays those Irish eejits are taking. How would you get invited? And speaking of holidays – when is your little trip to France? 🙂
“presented him with a bowl of weed?”
, hmmm I dunno, I mean if you give me a bowl of half decent Northern Lights you could convince me to invest in anything.
Anyway, they’ve been very quiet about who’s going where this year. Suspiciously so!
Susan – Who do we put in power? Take your pick. There is a hedgehog in my garden who is looking for a job. Damned sure he’d do a better job than the current shower of tossers.
Robert – How do we change the locks on a country? Or will we just seal off the airports?
Tricia – It’s amazing how they couldn’t find €10 million so safequard Irish girls agains cancer, but they could find billions to bail out the banks with no problem at all! I’m not going until August. I’m hanging around for the fun and games.
Jack – If it were that kind of weed, there might be some point to it all right? The reason they are being so quiet is because they know damned well that it is a fucking stupid thing to do.
You can’t go in August. I am going in August. It’s booked!
That is much better than mass emigration. We stay, they leave. Ass relegation.
I think they should be made to visit the length and breadth of the country of their birth. Send them to Cavan. I’ll bake them a nice cake with extra ingredients donated by Bert. Heh.
TT – I’m going at the end of August, and I ain’t coming back. Well, I might, but not for a long time.
SHoop – Ass relegation? I like it. I’m on for taking over the country while they are gone. Anyone with me?
E Mum – Nice. A Hot Dog a la Bert?
Perhaps they’re coming to Baulkham Hills . .apparently we sent six of our best to Wexford for a cultural exchange!