In "the news" lately: Irish judges the highest paid in Europe, ditto TDs, teachers, coppers and all the rest.
Speaking of the latter, there are ongoing (and still unaddressed) allegations of Garda corruption... maybe we'll have a tribunal or Government investigation exposing it all in 20 years' time? Maybe a few of them will get a taste of their own medicine and sample the inside of a jail?
But no, didn't the great Irish public vote against giving Government investigations real powers in a recent referendum? So the corrupt can continue to come out smiling for the cameras whenever such "investigations" take place.
The Irish public. "The Peeple".
The same gobshites who voted for Charlie, Bertie, Lowry, Callely and other assorted shysters year-in year-out, decade after decade, all the way back to Dev himself. The same gobshites who voted to keep the senate.
If you think about it too much you'll end up going insane... this is what the Irish people want, after all. And you don't want to end up like them.
Sure 'tis a great little land.
And what better way to sum up Irish parochialism and small-mindedness than this 1938 work by Patrick Kavanagh? "The Munich bother", by the way, is the Munich Agreement: when Chamberlain famously appeased Hitler in a hope to stop further Nazi expansion... "peace for our time".
We all know what happened next... "The Emergency".
Epic
I have lived in important places, times
When great events were decided, who owned
That half a rood of rock, a no-man's land
Surrounded by our pitchfork-armed claims.
I heard the Duffys shouting "Damn your soul!"
And old McCabe stripped to the waist, seen
Step the plot defying blue cast-steel -
"Here is the march along these iron stones."
That was the year of the Munich bother. Which
Was more important? I inclined
To lose my faith in Ballyrush and Gortin
Till Homer's ghost came whispering to my mind.
He said: I made the Iliad from such
A local row. Gods make their own importance.
Patrick Kavanagh
When great events were decided, who owned
That half a rood of rock, a no-man's land
Surrounded by our pitchfork-armed claims.
I heard the Duffys shouting "Damn your soul!"
And old McCabe stripped to the waist, seen
Step the plot defying blue cast-steel -
"Here is the march along these iron stones."
That was the year of the Munich bother. Which
Was more important? I inclined
To lose my faith in Ballyrush and Gortin
Till Homer's ghost came whispering to my mind.
He said: I made the Iliad from such
A local row. Gods make their own importance.
Patrick Kavanagh