Apologising
Grandad March 13th, 2010
When people cock up, why can’t they admit it?
Our Glorious Government categorically refuse to admit that they fucked up our economy with their tax breaks for builders, and their turning a blind eye to the bank’s activities. Oh no. It was the downturn in the global economy that caused our crash and they are all squeaky clean.
Our wonderful rail crowd refuse to admit that they fucked up an inspection of a railway bridge on the main Dublin to Belfast line [which subsequently collapsed]. Oh no. It was fucking Global Warming!!!!
Our Catholic Church cannot understand why we are annoyed with them for covering up their decades of child abuse, buggery and rape. It’s the fault of the media, or the work of the devil himself. It’s nothing to do with them though. Squeaky clean.
Every daily fiasco in this banana republic is blamed on someone else. They spend more time trying to find who to blame than they do trying to find the root cause of the problem.
Why?
What is so fucking difficult about admitting you were wrong?
I got a comment on a piece I scribbled last week. I thought it was spam because of the name of the user – The South of France Guide, and I sent a rather rude reply. It transpired that they were a genuine commenter, and they wrote to me and said they were not best pleased. I can’t say I blame them. I wrote back and apologised, and I hope they accept that apology, though I can’t blame them if they don’t.
I hold my hand up and admit I made a mistake. I was dog tired on the day, and that is a bad time to make hasty decisions. I fucked up.
Or there again….
it could have been Global Warming?








