One or two of the more astute of you may have noticed that I didn’t write anything on Wednesday.
There was a simple reason for this – I had fuck all to say.
Life is very difficult at the moment, as it has an air of constant repetition: like a Groundhog Day gone mad. Every day it’s the same old election shite on the news, and at this stage I am heartily sick of the fucking subject. All we hear of is the parties bickering with each other. In the schoolyard it is the cry of “my brother is bigger than your brother” and now on the television we get “my taxes are less that your taxes”. The whole lot of them are just like snotty kids, each trying to prove that their gang is better than the others.
Incidentally, for those non-Irish reading this, I have a little nugget of information for you. The New Cunt Michael Martin who took over from the Old Slobbering Cunt Cowen is none other that the arch fucker who introduced the smoking ban in Ireland, thereby starting the trend throughout Europe. Next time you are outside you pub shivering in the cold and rain while you have a fag, you now know who you have to thank. If anyone wants to assassinate him, then please feel free. Drop me a line and I will help in any way I can.
Because the election is soaking up every drop of news, and is even dominating life in the village, I find that the only thing I have to write about is the election, and what I want to do more than anything is to get away from the subject. At this stage it is an almighty pain in the hole. Why we can’t just be like Belgium and scrap the concept of a government, I don’t know. The Belgians seem to get along fine and I imagine we would too.
This day next week it will all be over bar the counting, and life hopefully will return to normal.
I may even have something interesting to write about.