I honestly don’t know what came over me.
I read over that little scribble I penned on Wednesday and I cringed. What the fuck was I thinking? I can only put it down to sleep deprivation and a bad humour. I would delete it but I suppose there is a chance that Joe Duffy will get to read it [I’m damned sure he Googles his own name several times a day!].
One of my big problems is that I am no longer able to have a crack at the ongoings in this crazy world. Life really has descended into a pit of parody and farce. How can I parody something that is itself so farcical that it is already a parody?
I saw an item last night which is a perfect illustration. I read it twice and had a laugh. It had to be Waterford Whispers or The Onion taking the piss out of the Mercans. But it wasn’t – It was the Wall Street Journal and they were fucking serious!
Just think about this for a moment. For a start, we are talking about a supermarket that actually has a guns and ammunition aisle. Granted that would make the Saturday shopping trip more interesting [a Glock as an impulse buy?] but my head still spins at the thought. And then the thought that they are removing these items before an election in the expectation that there will be riots? This is the stuff of comedy sketches, not real life, but there you go. That’s the modern world for you.
Things aren’t much better in the other direction in the UK. There we have a game show contestant/host who made his name by being a bumbling fool but he gets himself elected into the top spot and can’t slip out of his television persona. He can’t seem to make his mind up about anything and has a permanent look of bewilderment on his face. In the meantime I get the impression that the police are having a field day and are making the most of the lack of control.
Here in Ireland we don’t really have a government at the moment. The country is being driven over a cliff by a bunch of “medical experts” who are more concerned with statistics than anything else.
Life is slowly making me redundant.