So we have a new leader.
Big fucking deal.
The world’s meeja are in meltdown, not because he’s our new leader but rather that he’s openly “gay”.
Personally I couldn’t give a damn who or what he sleeps with – that’s entirely his business – but apparently some people think it’s important. Just so long as he doesn’t pass some edict requiring all public buildings to be painted in the colours of the rainbow, then what does it matter?
I’m glad that he won, not that I am a great fan of his, but simply because the bloke he beat is an arrogant little fuck who I wouldn’t trust to mind my bike. But that seems to be the way of politics these days. I find myself cheering for one side, not because I like them but the other side is just worse. I would have voted for Trump simply because he was a marginally better alternative to Clinton.
I presume the alphabet soup of “alternative” genders will be delighted. God knows, they still haven’t gotten over the decision to allow same sex marriage. They will be declaring Ireland as the Gayest Country in the World or some such crap. As I said, I couldn’t give a flying fuck what his preferences are just so long as it doesn’t mean we have don’t have to follow suit. I doubt he will turn up in Brussels in a gingham dress, high heels and a blond wig, but there again why not? It would liven the place up a bit.
Naturally nothing will change, hence my total lack of interest. If he makes a start on rolling back the Nanny State then I might perk up a bit but in the meantime I will just continue to ignore all politics and politicians, even if they are the son of an Indian immigrant [which some people also seem to find important for some reason].
Good luck to Leo Veruka – the first Queen of Ireland.