Organise a piss-up in a brewery?
Our gubmint couldn't even find the fucking brewery even if they were standing at the gates, surrounded by a crowd shouting directions.
The latest fiasco started when they sent out somewhere around a million letters to households around the country demanding payment for the Home Tax. By all accounts the letter was utterly confusing and the recipients couldn't understand a word of it.
I haven't seen the letter myself as it somehow accidentally and spontaneously combusted as it came in through the letter-box. Heh!
By all accounts though it gives people up until the 7th [i.e. next Thursday] to cough up their full Home Tax for next year. Obviously the cunts want to grab all the cash people have saved for Christmas, and want to make sure they get their grubby little hands on it before it is squandered on something so trivial as buying presents or spreading a little happiness.
Of course there has been uproar, with people complaining they don't understand the fucking letter, and those that do are complaining that they don't owe the money until next year.
The gubmint/Revenue's response is that they aren't actually looking for money now, but just want to know how people intend to pay. But then they go on to say that if you intend to pay by credit card or cheque, that you have to pay now.
Dame Enda and the rest of the gubmint are now screaming from the rooftops that no, you do NOT have to pay until next year.
The Revenue are screaming from the rooftops that yes, you do have to pay now or else….
The gubmint say it's not their fault as Revenue are an independent body.
Revenue say it's not their fault as they have to abide by the law as set by the gubmint.
And presumably this train-wreck of a situation has to be resolved before Thursday.
You honestly couldn't make this shit up.
All I can say is thank God I decided not to get involved.