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?