This has been an amazingly exciting week.
Absolutely nothing has happened.
The week started with a nationwide hosepipe ban due to low reservoir levels, presumably because the sheeple are washing their hands every five minutes, and needless to say it has hardly stopped raining since.
The library was supposed to open but naturally didn’t. Our local library runs to a somewhat arbitrary calendar know only to itself.
Our Green Party leader got into major trouble. Presumably to be contemporary he commented in the Dáil on a newspaper article about some bloke who had been called a nigger at the age of six and wasn’t that absolutely disgusting in our wonderfully multicultural island? Naturally he had to apologise then for using the word nigger which goes to prove how our Politically Correct don’t even understand the concept of context.
We still haven’t got a gubmint after last February’s election. Apparently the stumbling block at the moment is a debate on how to stop cows farting.
I can’t wait to see what next week brings.
Well, at least without a working government they can't pass any more ludicrous laws for awhile? As far as the 7 per cent cut a year in emissions, they can agree to anything can't they? It doesn't mean it's actually going to happen now does it? Or has there been a breakthrough in fitting cattle with methane traps?
Or is that too many questions?
Irish cattle are notoriously subsidised by the taxpayer! The suckler herd need a subsidy of about €200 a head. A useful by-product of the cut in emissions might be the disappearance of the part-time framers, who have day jobs and subsidise their spare time activities with public money.
Bovind flatulence. I think there is a misunderstanding.
What the polticians want are more bungs.
Agricultural funding. I do not know how it worked, but apparently some animals spent their lives in trucks travelling back and forth accross the border accumulating subsidies and grants and tax rebates.
Puckoon was not fiction.