Snow White and the Seven Dwarves
Grandad October 13th, 2011
I had the misfortune to watch the presidential debate last night.
What a shower of fucking tossers! There isn’t one of ‘em deserves to be captain of a rowing boat, let alone president of the country.
McGuinness of course spent his time waffling on about his part in the Peace Process in Norn Iron, totally overlooking the fact that there wouldn’t have been a need for a peace process but for him and his pals in the IRA. The only way to survive his speeches is to count the number of times he uses the word “rayaliddy”. Bonus points are awarded for “rayaliddy of the siteeashun”.
Norris was his usual self, full of bonhomie towards the other candidates. The only problem with him is that he never shuts the fuck up. Once launched, he becomes completely unstable and won’t stop until someone hits him.
Davis blotted her copybook when she was asked about being on the board of a building society that was handing out 100% mortgages. Firstly she couldn’t explain how she got on the board, hotly denying that there was political favouritism, and then said she had no knowledge of the fact that the company was recklessly lending money. She was on the board but didn’t know what was going on? What the fuck was she doing on the board, so?
Gallagher turned out to be a died in the wool Fianna Failer. As far as he is concerned, Fianna Fail’s shite is chocolate. Fuck that!
Higgins just didn’t come across at all. He was like the ghost of Christmas past, blathering on about nothing in particular.
Mitchell was another waffler. If I hear just once more how he and his family come from a humble background, I swear I’ll shoot the fucker myself.
And then there was Dana.
Ah, sweet Dana.
First of all she couldn’t explain how when she was taking out American citizenship that the oath didn’t apply to her when it came to renouncing all other allegiances. The oath was read out to her but she all but said her fingers were crossed when she took it. Then of course there was the Big Dramatic Moment. That came towards the end when she suddenly stepped up to the microphone and read out a pre-prepared script abut some dramatic news that was about to break and how she was denying it all. She was nearly in tears reading her piece, yet when she was asked what the fuck she was talking about, she wouldn’t say. It was either a brilliantly staged attempt at winning the sympathy vote or else she is a brainless paranoid twat. I prefer the latter theory.
There was only one winner last night.
Seven fucking losers and one winner.
I’m voting for Miriam O’Callaghan.








