There is a bloke who built a golf course here in Ireland.
Apparently he fancies a round or two and intends to do so this month.
So fucking what, I hear you ask?
So fucking what, indeed!
A whole load of people are upset about this and are forming protest groups and are getting really upset. We even have our gubmint getting upset about this pending game of golf.
Now let's get the facts straight here. The bloke involved is a bit of a loudmouth and has some ideas and opinions that a lot of people disagree with. Our lot happen to disagree with his viewpoint and want to tell him so. But the one small thing they overlook is that a lot of Americans agree with him – a hell of a lot – and as far as he is concerned, that is all that matters. If the Americans want an idiot, a misogynist or a racist as their leader then it is none of our fucking business. If they want to elect a bald headed baboon, that's none of our business. It's called democracy.
We get all huffy here when O'Bama or whoever tries to stick their noses into our affairs, yet we consider it our duty to complain about their choice of presidential candidate? That's called hypocrisy.
I have my own views on Trump, but they are irrelevant, because it doesn't concern me. If the Americans like him, then my opinion is of no consequence as I am not an American.
Our gubmint seems to have this fixed idea that the only way this country can survive is to turn it into a gigantic theme park in order to attract tourism. The country is awash with festivals, sporting occasions, interpretative centres and various other gimmicks all designed to attract tourism. Yet when one of the world's wealthier tourists decides to visit, the gubmint gets all huffy about it?
In the unlikely event that Trump should decide to call in here to Headrambles Manor, I would welcome him as I would welcome anyone else, being an hospitable sort of chap.
I would even offer him the traditional cup of tea.
And then charge him $1000 for the hospitality.