I was pondering the meaning of life and clipping my toenails this morning when I came across a brainfart on ‘A view from Kerry’.
It got me thinking.
Now it may not be a good idea to get me thinking, but once the deed is done, it is done.
When I started writing this rubbish back in the dim distant past, I mused and I pondered, but I didn’t rant quite so much. I was sparing with the expletives, and when I used them, I peppered them with asterisks, as I didn’t want to offend anyone.
Using asterisks as a substitute for letters can be risky, as describing Cowen as a complete *unt could be misinterpreted as meaning he is a cunt rather than an aunt. Anyway my offspring K8 rightly pointed out that it was somewhat hypocritical to use asterisks as everyone knew what I meant anyway [as presumably they know that Cowen isn’t my aunt?].
Over the years, it is true, my use of expletives has increased somewhat. I has been said that such usage indicates a lack of vocabulary, and this indeed is the case. I have run out of words.
I always knew that our esteemed government were a shower of corrupt incompetents, but over the last year or so they have excelled themselves to the point where I have literally run out of superlatives. Even describing them as motherfucking wanking cunts doesn’t go a fraction of the way to describing my heartfelt feelings towards them. My problem now is that I am running out of expletives.
Of course it isn’t just the government that I despair over.
I am saddened by the Irish as a whole, or indeed Ireland as a hole.
I am saddened that they persist in voting Fianna Fail back into power. I am saddened by the ease with which they were fooled into voting for Lisbon. Most of all, I am saddened that despite the appalling mess we are in, the only thing that gets the country talking is Thierry Henry or Jedward.
Talking of Jedward….
What a pair of embarrassing fucking wankers!