I was browsing through the RTE News web site when I came across this –
That's nice, I thought. I'm happy for him. I have done a few radio interviews in my time and I often felt happy during them, and once felt positively dizzy though I didn't announce the fact. Maybe it's something to do with the microphones?
Anyhows, not long after that I realised that something was up [as the bishop said to the actress]. Suddenly all the papers were shouting banner headlines about Varadkar's interview. It dawned on me that maybe Varadkar's mini-euphoria lasted a bit longer that just an interview and that in fact he did indeed prefer to kick with the left foot?
So fucking what?
Personally I couldn't give a flying shite if Varadkar is gay. I couldn't care less if he is a eunuch, a transvestite or a gorilla in a costume provided he does his job. That fact that he doesn't is of much greater concern to me, and I'm sure to the hundreds of people sleeping on trolleys in our hospitals.
Later in the day I came across this –
What the blind fuck is that all about?
They are all on apparently congratulating him and saying is is so "brave" and "inspirational" [a word that seems to be unnaturally popular with the Twitter generation]. Can someone please tell me what is so fucking inspirational about a bloke saying he prefers men to women? Does it inspire people to change allegiances? It certainly inspires me to smash their faces. So Varadkar has joined the likes of fluffy kittens and videos of women trying to park cars so beloved of the Twitter generation? I suppose there is a certain bravery in that all right.
I have nothing whatsoever against homosexuals apart from their hijacking the word "gay". I know a few [I worked in RTE for nearly forty years and God knows there are enough of them in there] and in the main they are no different from anyone else. Actually, I'll qualify that – there is a sector I call the Screaming Queens, epitomised by that twat Graham Norton that I would definitely avoid – what you might call professional homosexuals.
That thought has crossed my mind. What would have happened if during one of my radio interviews I had suddenly announced that I like women? Would there have been a whisper, a murmur or a Tweet? Of course there wouldn't.
I call that discrimination.