Tonight our Glorious Leader is going to make a “state of the nation” address.
Dame Enda is going to explain to us that we are in a “difficult situation” – as if we didn’t know – and how he is going to try to extract the last drop of blood from an already bloodless society in the budget tomorrow. It’s somewhat akin to a torturer explaining to his victim that it’s for his own good, as he racks the voltage up by another ten thousand volts.
There is a problem though.
If our Great Leader expects an undivided audience, he is going to be disappointed. He has to compete with the X-Factor on another channel.
It’s a tough choice.
Do we sit and listen to all the pathetic reasons why we have to be buggered yet again, or do we switch over to that Valium for the terminally brain dead?
I know what I am going to do.
I’m going to paint the back lobby.
I shall then sit and watch the paint dry, while inserting needles up under my fingernails.
It’s preferable to the other two.