It says a lot about our country that a man can’t go about his business in peace. Such a man is Taoiseach Brian Cowen.
How dare we suggest that our Fearless and Feckless Leader can’t bugger off to Galway with a few of his mates and wile away the early hours of the morning with a bevy of pints and a good old-fashioned sing-song? Sure we’ve all done it ourselves, haven’t we? Let he who is without sin cast the first vote!
So what if he wants to stay up until 3am, drinking and partying with his government cronies, know full well he’s addressing the nation on Morning Ireland? We’ve all done it ourselves, haven’t we?
And so what if he sounded drunk or hungover in that broadcast? We’ve all been “under the weather” on a Monday morning; why should our Taoiseach be any different. If he and his goons want to have themselves a little “think-in” over a weekend and discuss ways to get themselves (and our country) out of the mess they’re (and we’re) now in, indulging in four course dinners and later bars while they’re at it, why the hell not? We’d all do it, if given the chance.
And so what if the common thinking is to round them all up, put them in a field and bomb the bastards? What do we know? We’re only the electorate. Let the Taoiseach and his government dig their holes so deep that not even a million beer kegs will get them out.
Mr. Cowen, you and your government are a disgrace to the national and international community. I’d say good riddance to you if I could; but I don’t trust whatever else is on offer.