Fianna Fail admit defeat?
Grandad June 5th, 2009
Somehow I think the ‘See the Failure’ add-on for Firefox robs Fianna Fáil’s Twitterings of some of their gravitas?
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And the dead arose and appeared to many
Grandad June 5th, 2009
I hate election days.
The only good thing about them is that we will hopefully see the last of those fucking election posters. I am pissed off from endlessly seeing the same faces every time I go out. Is it a prerequisite that you have to be an ugly fucker before you can stand for election? That certainly seems to be the case in my area.
Of course I voted. Several times.
Then I had to move to a different polling station because they were getting suspicious. They must have been using Twitter or something because that place got suspicious too. That is a terrible shame as I still have dozens of polling cards left over.
I take my civic responsibilities very seriously and believe in casting my vote. I know the dead of my parish [and several other parishes] hold the same views and that is why I vote on their behalf.
Just because you are dead, doesn’t mean you don’t still have rights?
I just nipped home for a quick mug of tea and a piss, and I’m off again shortly. I have a busy afternoon ahead of me.
Myself and the lads are going to do the rounds of the stations again. This time we will be having a little distraction from our normal sport.
- Fianna Fáil Candidate – 200 points.
- Green Candidate – 300 points [rarity value].
- Pro government voter – 40 points.
- Any child wearing a FF or Green sticker – 60 points [smaller target].
- Pro-government Independent Candidate – 250 points.
I’m hoping for the County Trophy, so it is going to be a long day.
Wish me luck.
And does anybody want a couple of dozen polling cards?
It has started
Grandad May 8th, 2009
I was out yesterday, and I noticed that the election posters have started growing in the hedgerows again.
We have the usual clatter of gobshites hoping to be elected in our area. I don’t know where they come from but they are all as thick as each other. We have the usual Fianna Fáilers, Fine Gaels, Labourites, Greens and Independents. And Mad Miley.
They all promise the sun, moon and stars before an election. Once the election is over, we never see them again apart from the odd postcard from Thailand or somewhere where they are supposed to be on a fact finding mission. There isn’t one of them that I would piss on if he were on fire. Except maybe Mad Miley.
Mad Miley stands in every election, whether it’s local, national, European or for membership of the Irish Countrywomen’s Association. I admire him for his persistence. His usual platform is for the repeal of the bestiality laws and equal rights for hamsters. He’s a bit strange. He always does very well in every election simply because people refuse to vote for the other candidates. Unfortunately, he always seems to find some way of disqualifying himself, usually by failing to declare that he has done fifteen years in a mental institution and that he hasn’t got his discharge papers yet.
I like the election posters. I like the way they are less prone to melt when there is rain. You see, they make excellent targets for practice, and I can guarantee that within days, there will be banks of them up the top valleys, peppered with buckshot and bullet holes. Of course, using election posters for targets has the added advantage of training us for when the real thing comes around.
My area is a five seat constituency, and usually there are between twenty and thirty candidates for those five seats. By the time the election comes around, there are usually only five or six candidates left alive, which makes voting quite easy. I suppose you could call it the ultimate democracy? Nobody has the heart to take a pot shot at Mad Miley so he always lives to fail to be elected.
I suppose they will start knocking on doors soon? I will let Herself deal with them. She has been off the Prozac for the last two weeks since I hid the tablets, so she is raring to go.
I hid Sandy’s dog food too.
It should be fun.
Ireland says NO
Grandad June 13th, 2008
Today was a very good day for democracy.
It demonstrated very clearly that the government, if they hadn’t had their hand forced would have voted on an issue against the wishes of the people. This begs the question as to what the outcome would be if Lisbon were to be put to a referendum in all the participating countries?
I think one lesson we should learn from this is that maybe the Lisbon Treaty is inherently flawed, as it does pass the power into hands of people who may be completely out of touch with their people.
Of course the politicians are now all running around like headless chickens claiming that the sky has fallen on their heads, and Biffo ‘Chicken Little’ Cowan must be taking a fair bit of flack from Brussels. Frankly, he deserves it.
Where did it go wrong for them?
The first thing the result shows is just how out of touch our government is with the people. I include all the parties in that, not just the ones in power.
Bertie started the rot when he started the campaign by saying that only “loo-lahs” would even think of rejecting Lisbon. This was a childish and frankly insulting thing to say about his own electorate. The three main parties then sat back on their laurels and decided that their say was enough for us. If they say vote yes, then of course we will all tag along. Job done.
But they underestimated the Peoples’ intelligence and maturity.
We wanted to know what the treaty was about and they couldn’t tell us. It even transpired that some who were advocating a yes vote hadn’t even read the treaty, including our Great Leader.
This, of course let the door open for the real “loo lahs” who started screaming about abortion and conscription, which threw the issue into further confusion.
So why did Ireland vote No?
First and foremost, the government failed abysmally to explain to us what the whole thing was about. The are enough people confused about European affairs as it is without throwing a very complex document at us. The onus was on them to explain clearly and concisely the pros and cons of the document but they failed. They instead had the arrogance to ask us to just trust them and vote Yes.
The general mood of the People is not good at the moment. We are facing massive price hikes, and unemployment. Our public services are in a shambles. The housing market has collapsed completely and the government is doing little or nothing about it. Instead we have them granting themselves massive pay rises, and we have our recent leader in the dock over corruption. The last thing the government should do is ask us to trust them. We don’t.
When the government started to see [too late] that things weren’t going their way, they started threatening us. They warned us of dire consequences if the treaty failed. They pointed to the No advocates, and called them loonies, lefties, anti-Europe and God knows what else. They said there was no alternative. Some even said we would be thrown out of Europe.
In my opinion, today was not necessarily a vote against the government. It was certainly not a vote against Europe.
It was a quiet rebellion by the People of Ireland for being treated like fools.
Voting is a pain in the wrist
Grandad June 13th, 2008
That voting yesterday was a nightmare.
You see, there were two problems.
The first was a little surprise that I presented to Herself as a wee Valentine’s gift, last February. It was an all expenses voucher for a day learning how to clean out slurry tanks. She was thrilled. She called me an old romantic. She had a fine day of it, though she smells a bit stronger than usual today.
So yesterday I had to vote on her behalf as well as my own.
And then there was the problem that each of us was representing 100 disenfranchised voters in the rest of Europe. So I had to vote for them too.
Two fucking hundred ballot papers to put my X on! It was a pain in the arse and in the wrist. I have writer’s cramp today.
Luckily Sandy was able to do her own hundred.
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