Home sweet home
by planetparker
Let them eat slush
Yesterday (Sunday January 10th) we were given a further example of the contempt felt by this present regime for the Irish people when the Minister for Transport, Noel Dempsey, came back from his holiday with a smugness and alacrity that was insulting.
The inclement weather has created real hardships for tens of thousands of people, of all age groups, and it behoves those who rule us – and who get paid to rule us – to remain in the country where they can at least experience the difficulties faced by the Irish people. Minister Dempsey’s attitude was, however, “I’m a government minister, a big shot, and I can do what I like. In fact I can head off to the sun and leave all you scummy little people up to your arses in slush. Yez don’t deserve any better. Why d’ya think I’m a minister and you crowd of whingin’ hoors are nobodies?”
The minister claimed that he was so well-informed that it was as if he was back home. So, as he was being kept abreast of developments did he sit ibnside his refrigerator? Did he turn on the air-conditioning to full blast? When he went out for food did he worry whether he’d be able to get back to his pied-a-terre?
Dempsey seemed to imply that there was no need for him to be here at all. Many would agree there, but does he also agree then that there is no need to pay him a salary? What’s more, he came out with the accursed guff of “Oaying tribute” to those who had been trying to keep the country moving, but it sounded so insincere, like a back-handed jeer. Anyway, what he really meant was to send a message to the various managers that they’d be in line for a nice bonus later on in the year, especially if they had earned it by staying in their overheated offices and as far away as possible from snow and ice. or better stioll, had not bothered coming ibnto work at all but had directed operations from home.
Noel Dempsey, you’re nothing but a disgrace. Thank your lucky stars that I’m disabled and in a wheel-chair, because if I wasn’t and I met you I would give me the greatest pleasure to break your rotten neck. How many tears would then be shed amongst the very extensive extended Dempsey clan where possession of the surname or some other agnatic link guarantees a job and impunity from the law. I better make sure I n ever come up before your brother the judge.
