Global Economic Downturn... A new gameshow.

Watching that unbearable mongrel Mary Coughlan drip through her speech at the teachers conference clearly shaken by the total silence, was nothing short of hi-fucking-larious. Again good on the teachers.

Speaking of whom it's time to get a few things straight. It is not the teachers fault that your job is unbearably shite,its not the teachers fault that your boss fucking hates you and you get a measley 21 days a year holiday, it's not the teachers fault that you signed that contract that means you can be let go on 14days notice, that you have no pension,that your on a salary that doesnt allow for overtime...These things are YOUR fault, you think the public sector staff are treated better?mmmm how about fucking fighting to have Private standards improved instead of relishing the "arrogant" public service getting cut down to size.Why with us Oirish is it always a fucking sprint to the nadir.

This is a media myth this arrogant public service...the blood and guts of the public service are underpaid and overworked they are a decent bunch.There is an underbelly of filth in the public sector but you cant tar the pencil pushers and garda Keown who just saved a puppy with the same brush. You can tar all bankers and developers with the same brush though because they are all corrupt and they all eat puppies.Thats what I heard.

Now its rare that a grouping of teachers allowed for any kind of creativity but ... Coughlan said AGAIN that Irelands woes are down to the (drumroll) Global Economic Downturn, Irelands woes are down to your scubag puppetmasters robbing the people you mong. So I had a novel idea for a recession busting gameshow, hosted by Eileen Dunne, I call it : Let's hunt and kill anyone who mentions the Global Economic Downturn while handing over the GDP of Fucking Croatia to the roulette playing banks.

Its a simple premise but I think it could replace winning streak.

Who's really in charge here?

If Desmoulins was alive and well in Dublin in 2010 would he have uttered those famous words: "the great only appear great because we are on our knees"?
I think he would have said the great only appear great because we have dug ourselves a 40 foot trench and lopped our legs off at the knees"! its seems more apt for our situation.There is something weird, of the night you might say, about this whole situation with government. Why are experienced career politicians like Cowen committing suicide right in front of us like this...He knows he'll go down in History as the most unpopular leader of Ireland since her Independence...He knows he'll struggle to be re-elected...So why the FUCK in the name of God almighty is he so dedicated to saving Anglo...probably the most unpopular thing in IRELAND since god damned cherry coke? If he just let the bitch die and funnelled that bailout money into social programmes he'd have no worries...Cowen doesn't need this grief he's a career politician remember, he gets his job by being popular...If the developers lost that money then...shit that's capitalism...happens...Look if America lets Lehman Bros fail... then it's not about protecting sovereign debt, society and all that bullshit.

So what is it about?
Why so dedicated to saving Anglo and the banks??? Its because and surely this has become clear to even the gombeeniest of the gombeen public the banks and developers are the ones that are really in charge. We elect THEIR representatives and its so fucking obvious now that the puppet politicians do THEIR bidding:"We lost 80thousand million, get us our money back Brian...No backchat...don't forget whose in charge here Brian" You see isn't it obvious?the banks and developers are in charge, they make the goddamned decisions here!Thats why Fitzpatrick and Duffen can sit in their Villas owing millions without a care in the world...where as Mrs O'Carrol from down the road who owes 200 quid to her credit card is living in fear of the bailiffs...

So the public from the hardest working tradesman to that fella who does fuck all and just sits eating crisps at the end of the bar gets fucked harder and harder...If times get tough THEY spend the summer France instead of Barbados while WE lose our jobs,our homes and our opportunities.

Its time to take back OUR country...Spread the word...talk about this shite in the bar, in work, in bed before rumpy dumpy, write blogs, write to your politicians, take your money from the banks...shit i will support you if you smash windows and spray paint walls...They have taken so much now they'll never just give it back...maybe just maybe the words of Desmoulins do hold true: "The great only appear great because we are on our knees...Let us rise".

More tomorrow...

Puppetmaster Anglo Irish Bank

The fallout...well...The Irish excuse of a fallout continues.

So after the biggest social welfare package for fucking millionaires in the history of Europe what state did we wake up to this morning?The same indifferent shite... A few newspaper columns calling it horrific and a few water cooler chats filled with faux outrage. That's it. Nothing else.Zip. Nada.We have to accept we are no longer a Republic now...A banana republic maybe but not a Republic.

The main feature of a banana republic you ask, qualify that you say. OK here you go:"A collusion between the overweening state and certain favored monopolistic concerns, whereby the profits can be privatized and the debts socialized"

Does that sound familiar??? It sickens me that these millionaires who fucking cleaned up in the late nineties...(I remember their overwhelming arrogance when I was a student working in a cafe in Dublin...talk about looking down on you)...don't have to pay...I DON'T CARE if the collective assets of these bankers and developers wouldn't make up a thousandth of the debt. I want to see the sheriff at their door repossessing every last thing down to the last sparkling trinket. That would make me feel better. I want to see them destitute...I want to see them against the god damned wall. You think if you owed even 10k they the sheriff wouldn't be beating down on your door at 6.30A.M?To take away every last fucking thing you own...leaving you just the fridge, your tools and your beds? Iv seen it fucking happen friends.No sheriff for them though, they're diffent from us...the taxpayer picks up the tab for them.

That sickens me...what sickens me more is the gombeen public. Where are our heroes?where are the men like Hobson,the poets like Pearse, the visionaries like Connolly?
We should be agitating for REAL change...revolutionary change.

BUT...

What we'll get is an election(not when we want it, when they're good and ready)...We'll get the preferences and the votes for filling potholes, votes for the that bit of planning permission, votes for the old civil war divides all the same shite. I think its time for honesty. When you argue about who your voting for your really saying: " I think the puppet on the left represents my political stance...or... I think the puppet on the right is the one that will get us out of this mess"...TIME TO WAKE UP.

ITS THE SAME GUY CONTROLLING THE PUPPETS...Do you recognize him?
You should.... you just gave him 40billion quid.

WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR VOTE WILL CHANGE?

Some woman's yellow hair...

On a day that the cost of those dickwit banks fucked up this country until long after I'm in the grave...this is the only thing that sums up the emotions:

What need you, being come to sense,
But fumble in a greasy till
And add the halfpence to the pence
And prayer to shivering prayer, until
You have dried the marrow from the bone?
For men were born to pray and save:
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone,
It's with O'Leary in the grave.

Yet they were of a different kind,
The names that stilled your childish play,
They have gone about the world like wind,
But little time had they to pray
For whom the hangman's rope was spun,
And what, God help us, could they save?
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone,
It's with O'Leary in the grave.

Was it for this the wild geese spread
The grey wing upon every tide;
For this that all that blood was shed,
For this Edward Fitzgerald died,
And Robert Emmet and Wolfe Tone,
All that delirium of the brave?
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone,
It's with O'Leary in the grave.

Yet could we turn the years again,
And call those exiles as they were
In all their loneliness and pain,
You'd cry, 'Some woman's yellow hair
Has maddened every mother's son':
They weighed so lightly what they gave.
But let them be, they're dead and gone,
They're with O'Leary in the grave.

was it for this??well was it?? if we don't do something now will we be able to live with ourselves?

Anglo Irish Bank...how does it still have windows?

Confirmation is due this week from our fearless master of finance that the banks will receive handouts to the tune of a further 18 billion. That's 18 thousand million folks. Nama? that's another undisclosed number of billions on top, on top!!! I can't fucking fathom this, how can a government close hospitals,libraries,fly its cabinet around the world, watch twiddling its thumbs while employment disappears like a goddamn mirage AND just hand over 18 BILLION to the banks without as much as a muffled whisper from us, the gombeen public?
Everyone one of us has a friend or family member that has lost a job. Everyone one of us has lost income and opportunity.Not one of us has the options of a director of a bank.The option of just fucking off to live in America. You try owing 20million to the bank and packing your bags...shit if you tried to get out of paying 5grand...THE FULL FORCE OF THE LAW WOULD BE DOWN ON YOU LIKE A RANDY THAI PROSTITUTE.
How far does the stumpy diseased cock of the golden circle of have to be up our collective Irish arses before we realize that we are being raped?
Yet we just happily and quietly bend over and take it.Over and Over and Over again.Its like they slipped us something out of a head shop.Afterwards we all head down the pub for the single drink (that's all we can afford) and complain to each other about how sore our arses are...
If this was actually a Republic and our people had any backbone the streets of Dublin would be barricaded.Anglo Irish Bank's windows would be smashed every day of the week, incendiary devices would be lobbed through and people claiming links to Connolly,Clarke and Pearse would be dancing jigs naked around the smouldering ruins.

Then the gardai would arrive.The gardai would arrest the dancers instantly and brutally...the courts would find no sympathy...the sentence for vandalism of a bank or an oil company? 6 months in the slammer with no right of appeal...the sentence for vandalising our future to the tune of undisclosed thousands of millions? 2 more years of governance and a god damned blank check, signed sealed and delivered by our mind blowing apathy.