Last year, 241 people lost their lives on Irish roads.
When you consider the amount of traffic here, and the fact that a lot of Irish drivers don’t know their arse from their break pedal, that is a pretty small number.
The government however wail like a fucking banshees every time someone dies on the roads, and they immediately slam on new Nanny State laws about drink driving, speeds and whatever the fuck they can think of. Gay Byrne is rolled out again to tell us that “speed kills” and other stupid little platitudes. Millions more are poured into advertising campaigns, and “traffic calming measures”. New signs clutter up the roadside exhorting us to slow down and giving us dire threats of our immanent demise.
You would swear that road death are the only way we shuffle off our mortal coil?
Last year 527 people died by suicide.
What is the government doing? Sweet fuck all.
More than twice as many deaths by suicide than occur on the roads, yet the government don’t even notice.
Of course the government themselves are directly responsible for a lot of those deaths. Suicide has increased by 25% from the previous year, no doubt because of job losses, bankruptcy and massive debts. Do we see the government funding the few agencies that can help? No. Do we see clinics being opened for the depressed? No. The best they can come up with is “counselling” for those affected by high profile tragedies, because it makes for excellent public relations. The only time I ever heard the government talk about suicide is when Bertie told all those who predicted the collapse of the banks to go and kill themselves.
Of course, suicide and depression don’t exist in this country. To admit to depression is to admit that you are weak, feeble and sympathy seeking, when the simple solution to snap out of it. For the government to aid the depressed would be an admission that depression exists.
We can’t have that now, can we?
Shower of fucking wankers.