It would be funny if it weren’t so serious.
For five years now we have been paying out billions to gamblers. It is money that we don’t have and don’t even owe, but we are told time and time again that we have to do it as it is “honourable”. We are told “we have to send the right signals”.
Then came the referendum.
We had to vote yes “to send the right signals” again. We had to convince the world that we are serious about being one of the gang. We were told that the time for debt negotiation was after voting yes, as that would “strengthen our hand”.
So we gave all our sweets to the class bully. Even worse, we promised the class bully every sweet we would ever buy in the future.
Now our grovelling, pathetic little leader has timidly asked the class bully for a little favour and what does he get?
A resounding “go fuck off and stop annoying me”.
A renegotiation of the bank debt would “send the wrong signals”.
Oh sweet fuck!
Those of us with our eyes open could see this coming a mile off. Why the hell should Merkel reopen negotiations? Ireland is firmly in her back pocket with no hope of escape. She lives in the real world and not some Enid Blyton fantasyland where everyone “plays cricket” and repays favours. “Being nice” means nothing in the harsh world of politics and finance but that doesn’t seem to have percolated through Enda’s thick skull.
I am sending a message.
Here is a message just for you, Enda.
You are nothing more than a pathetic grovelling cunt. They sweet-talked you into handing over the country and you fell for it, hook line and sinker. They are laughing at you Enda. Far from being Bestest Fwends they are ignoring you. You are just an irritating little fly buzzing around their heads, now. They have no further use for you now that you have conned the people into a bad vote.
You have learned a harsh lesson at our expense, Enda. You and your cronies before you have bankrupted this country and signed away our sovereignty for nothing.
If you had asked me, I could have told you…
No one likes an arse licker.