They are celebrating the fact that Ireland assumes the presidency of the EU for the next six months.
It is all so exciting. Dame Enda, Quisling Lucinda Creighton, Backstabber Gilmore and a whole truckload of “dignitaries” are all up there in Dublin Castle, celebrating like mad and promising that under Irish presidency they will restore financial stability “right across the continent”. Wow! Ireland is going to achieve what everyone else failed to do for the last four or so years? They released forty balloons and played music. What a gay time was had by all.
Don’t these fucking deluded idiots realise that the “presidency” means sweet fuck all? It’s like the Mad Hatter’s Tea Party where everyone shifts along one chair every six months and Ireland just happens to land at the top of the table. It’s nothing more than a change of scenery and an excuse for the trough-feeders from Brussels to visit a different country every now and then.
They are also celebrating forty years of being in the EU. Forty years of the slow disintegration of the sovereignty of Ireland. Great cause for celebration?
There was an open invitation to the People of Ireland to attend.
Out of four million, two hundred turned up.
That speaks volumes.