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The making of a rebel

December 15th, 2011

It looks like there may be trouble at t’mill.

The proposed new house tax hasn’t even started yet but already they are threatening us with fines and imprisonment. 

Dame Enda is shouting the odds saying that anyone can afford €2 a week.

That may be so.  €2 isn’t much in the grand scheme of things, but what about next year?  Will it remain at €2 a week?  Like fuck it will.  It will be  €5, €50 or even €100 once they get their claws in us and realise they have a handy stream of free money.

Many years ago, a government got into power when one of their election promises was to abolish car tax.  Once elected they did just that.  Car tax was abolished and the introduced a new “Road Fund Licence” at £10 a year flat rate.  Oh how the people rejoiced!  Within a year, that started to climb and it now stands anywhere between €104 and €2100, and the name has reverted to car tax.  And it will be going up again next year.

Also, many years ago I was young, and naïve.  They introduced a refuse charge that sparked off a major campaign of non-payment.  However I was innocent and honest and duly sent off my cheques, which at the time I could ill afford.  The non-payment campaign was duly successful and the charges were dropped.  Those who hadn’t paid got off, so I duly wrote and asked for my money back.  In no uncertain terms I was told to go fuck myself.  It was a salutary lesson that I learned well and was in part instrumental in reforming me into the cynical, worldly-wise individual that stands before you now.

So they can go and fuck themselves with their house tax.  I came by this house by honest means, and most of it was built with my own sweat [and a few concrete blocks].  I see no reason why the hell I should pay the government for the privilege of living under my own roof.

Of course I have already heard some sheeple bleating that other countries have the tax so it only fair that we should pay it.  My answer is that in some countries they stone women to death for adultery and in others they have no income tax.

I can see interesting times ahead.

Getting the turkeys to vote for Christmas

December 9th, 2011

Our gubmint has a wee drop of a problem.

It’s almost fun watching them squirm like a worm on a hook.

Their problem is that the Sauerkraut and the Frog have decided that the only way for the Euro to survive is for us to hand over our chequebooks and credit card to Brussels, which in effect means we have to hand over our sovereignty.  Whoever holds the purse-strings calls the shots, as it were. 

The gubmint’s problem is that they want to do this but they have to do it in such a way as to avoid a referendum, because they know damn well that a referendum is more than likely to fail.  And if the referendum fails then that is pretty much the end of the Euro and the EU.

So I imagine that they are even now running around like blue arsed flies trying to work out the propaganda to get us to vote ‘yes’ -

Europe has been very good to us in the past.  [Hah!]

We will all be one big happy family.  [In my arse, we will]

If we vote ‘no’ then the entire population will be down on O’Connell Bridge with our polystyrene cups doing a spot of begging.

If we vote ‘no’ then all our children will be born with horns and cloven hooves.

If we vote ‘no’ then Europe will hate us for ever and ever and ever and ever.

We have to vote ‘yes’ because there is no alternative.  [Yes there is – it’s called voting ‘no’]

If we vote ‘no’ then it will cost us a fortune as we will have to run a whole series of referendums until we vote ‘yes’.

If we vote ‘no’ there will be no more ‘X-factor’ or ‘I’m a Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here’ on television. [Actually, that could be a winner?]

And so on…..

Isn’t it strange that in a so called ‘democratic society’ that the gubmint should be so scared of asking the peoples opinion?

I believe in Santa

December 2nd, 2011

Some people believe in Santa.

Some people believe in the tooth fairy.

And laughable as it may seem, some people actually still believe that Ireland is a democracy.

I watched Vincent Browne last night as there was nothing else on and I didn’t feel like going out.  I’m quite glad I did.

Joe Costello was on the panel.  For those who haven’t a clue who Joe Costello is, he is the Labour representative for Dublin Central, and running up to the last election, Labour were the Great White Hope in a time of utter chaos.

The Labour Manifesto was quite clear on many issues.  Since the election they have rowed back on just about every single issue.  For two years in succession they voted against renewal of the bank guarantee [which was probably the worst guarantee ever formulated since the dawn of time].  Now that they are in power, they are voting for the fucking thing.

Browne quite rightly asked Costello whom he represented.  Did he represent his constituents or did he represent the party?  The answer was quite clear – he represented the party and his constituents could get stuffed.  The programme is worth watching as it defines the expression “tearing a new arsehole”.  My respect for Vinnie went up a notch or two.

Since the election, nothing has changed here.  The old policies which were destroying this country are still being followed.  Not one item has been changed.  The poor are still being taxed out of existence while the rich get richer.  But then no one should be surprised at this as the financial policies are not being decided here, but in Brussels.  And Brussels couldn’t give a flying shite about the people of Ireland.  All they are interested in is their fucking Euro and also that the German banks get paid back their gambling debts.

Holding an election here is futile.  It will change nothing.

It is akin to changing the driver on the 15 bus – different driver; exactly the same route.

To be honest, I would have a stronger belief in Santa.

Snatching defeat from the jaws of victory

October 28th, 2011

It looks like the little Baldy Bollix has had his comeuppance.

A week ago he had an apparently unassailable lead in the presidential race.  He was miles ahead and I don’t think anyone would have given the others a chance.

Then came the revelations about his close ties to Fianna Fail, the brown envelope culture and dodgy business deals.  Talk about being shot down in flames!

From the start, I had no clear favourite.  I worked on a reverse order principle – eliminating the worst and voting for the survivor.  On that basis, Higgins was my choice as being the least bad candidate.

A small part of me would have liked to have seen Gallaher elected though.  That way he would remain in the spotlight and would probably have to face impeachment.  That would have been great craic.  As it is, the little shit will hopefully just vanish into obscurity, where he belongs.

A good day for Ireland?

I dunno about that.

Let’s just say it’s not a bad day.

Homer Gallagher

October 24th, 2011

The people of this Godforsaken country never cease to amaze me.

They were given a choice of seven candidates for presidency and the current favourite is a baldy headed fucker with the charisma of a wet blancmange.

gallagher

For those of you who don’t know the esteemed Sean Gallagher [you lucky bastards], his sole claim to fame is to be on the panel of the Irish version of “Dragon’s Den”.

I actually watched that programme a couple of times in the past and you can take it from me that it was a total embarrassment.  Gallagher was one of the main instigators of the cringe factor and if you had told me then that people would actually consider him for president, I would have either laughed or slit my wrists.

I can’t look at the eejit without thinking that he bears more than a passing resemblance to Homer Simpson.  The only difference between them is that Homer has ten times the intelligence.

I grant you that  in the main the other candidates are a pretty pathetic bunch but I would have put Gallagher at the very bottom of the list, along with that little whinger, the Eurovision singer.

Of course, Gallagher’s only other claim to fame is that he is out and out Fianna Fail.  Yes – those back slapping, stroke pulling, brown envelope cunts who drove this country into the ground, and beyond.  He has even admitted to a few very dodgy loans in the past.  Has the Irish electorate forgotten already?  Can they really be that fucking stupid?

The thought of this eejit representing me abroad fills me with dread.  I have a good mind to apply for Libyan Citizenship.

There are times I am convinced that there is absolutely no hope for this country.

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