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It has started

Grandad November 4th, 2011

It started last night.

I saw the first mention of Christmas on television while we were in France, which was a little odd. Since then things have been relatively quiet.

Last night however, someone seemed to open the sluice gates and there they all were – all those ho ho ho happy happy tacky fucking advertisements trying to part us from our money in the spirit of Christmas.

I always mute the sound during the ad-breaks, so they don’t bother me that much. I avoid all that fucking jangly Jingle Bells type fucking ‘music’ which sounds so cheap and false. Unfortunately I still have to keep an eye on the screen so I can unmute when the break is over, so I’m still bombarded with fucking snowmen, Christmas trees and all the other shite which apparently is essential to the day.

One thing that amuses me is how each advertiser has to convince us that Christmas wouldn’t be purrrrfect without whatever junk it is they are trying to offload on us. It’s all very well for most companies but suppose you are in the business of pumping septic tanks? They then somehow have to convince us that we have to have our tanks emptied in order to have the purrrrfect day, which comes across as a little odd. Not that it stops them from trying.

Only another seven and a bit weeks before the whole circus packs up for another year.

The longest seven weeks of the year.

Bah fucking humbug.

True colours

Grandad November 3rd, 2011

I have so many questions.

How come the whole EU seems to be run these days by Fuhrer Merkel and Reichsfuhrer Sarkozy? All we ever see is those two whispering sweet nothings in each others ear before announcing the latest EU policy. When were they appointed leaders?

Why did no one raise an eyebrow last week when Merkel all but threatened war if the EU broke down?

Why is Merkel so furious with Papandreou for holding a referendum? Europe along with America never shuts up about the importance of democracy to the point of going to war to achieve it. It was the great aim behind the wars in Iraq and Libya, yet when a European Prime Minister tries to use it, Merkel loses the head. Is she furious because Papandreou is daring to involve the Plain People of Greece in the European “democratic” process?

How come Merkel and Sarkozy issue orders to Papandreou summoning him to a meeting in Cannes? What right have those two to boss other leaders around?

What right has Merkel got to threaten Greece saying that if they don’t pass the referendum then they are out of the EU? How does she decide who is a member and who isn’t?

Are we really seeing the true underbelly of the European Union at last? Is Merkel so confident that she doesn’t bother hiding the true structure of the EU any more – that Europe is nothing more than a dictatorship where Germany rules the rest of us?

And the biggest question of all……..

Why is no one else asking these questions?

Read the small print

Grandad November 2nd, 2011

It’s no secret that I hate this time of year.

I hate the dark evenings that are still getting darker. The weather is miserable and damp, and we a long way short of the worst of it yet. I hate the false jollity of the advertisements on television trying to convince us to have “The Perfect Christmas” with their tacky products.

And then there is the budget.

Yesterday I listened to a smug little bollix on the radio. He is part of some fucking quango that advises the government on taxation, and was gleefully explaining how they were going to milk us for every last cent.

The little pox-bottle happily went through a long list of ways to screw me, from property taxes and residential taxes through car parking taxes, water charges and septic tank charges through to a new brain-child – the sugar tax.

Yup. The Nudging has started. The little fuck talked about the “obesity epidemic” that is sweeping Europe and how we must put a stop to it, and how they are going to tax sugar because it is bad for us. Next it will be fats or carbohydrates or some other shit that gets taxed and it’s “all for our own good”. One again the gubmint has decided what is good for me and I get no say in the matter. I just have to pay more. As fucking usual.

So this little failed abortion listed every single conceivable way they are going to screw me. They will tax the food I eat and the water I drink. They are even taxing my fucking shite. No doubt when my time comes, they will rip open the coffin to make sure I’m not bringing anything of value with me.

But that is not the end of it.

Oh no.

This gubmint that is ripping my pension asunder is happily giving away one billion dollars today.

I will rephrase that.

Our gubmint is making a present of seven hundred and fifteen million euro to a shower of fucking gamblers.

They don’t have to do it.

The gamblers are well aware of this. They read the small print – you know the bit about how investments may go down as well as up? They are not expecting any money but our fucking shower are giving it to them anyway.

Why?

Because they want the world to see what nice people the Irish are.

I’m sorry, but I don’t feel very nice at the moment.