Missing the boat
I wish these aspirant councillors would stop plaguing me for my vote. The fact is they are now wasting my time, as I’ve already voted. You see one of the few privileges of being a cripple in Ireland is that you have a postal vote, and are thereby freed from participating in the polling booth pantomime.
How did I vote? Does anyone really expect me to vote and tell? In the European elections I voted for Susan O’Keefe, a talented and brave campaigner. I also voted for Joe O’Reilly. This is a personal vote and must not be seen as displaying any support for Joe’s party, but I will never forget the fact that Joe attended my mother’s funeral. This was something I can never forget, nor can I ever thank Joe enough for.
And then there was the County Council election. I’m not going to tell who I voted for, except to say that I voted for the only out-going member of the council who had the courtesy to attend the launch of my book last October, an event he really enjoyed. I sent invitations to all the other councillors. Now Joe O’Reilly contacted me from Strasbourg to apologise for not being able to get to it, and Anthony Vesey was in Baku. As for the rest …
I only voted for one person, but that was all I was able to vote for. The ballot paper was printed on rather bright red paper which made it difficult for me to read the names of the candidates. I’m sure if I looked too long at the paper it would have given me a headache. Those who will have the task of counting the votes will have hellish difficulty, as the mark of a pen appears almost indistinct and you have to peer closely to see the choice(s) made.
The Town council ballot paper was printed on pink paper, and the colour photographs of the candidates made them look as if they had a temperature or had just emerged from a sauna. I’m not saying who I voted for, but I will definitely identify the party I did not vote for and the reasons. As a recipient of a blind pension I, along with all other pensioners, will not receive a Christmas bonus this year, a “hard” decision made with glee by the Lady Bountiful minister for Social Welfare (Mary daughter of Des Hanaffin). The amount was small, but Fianna Fail, along with their green tale, have shown themselves to be nothing more than a group of shameful scrooges.