What’s in a name?
The Director General of FAS, O’Toole, has hinted that the name of the bloated organisation at whose head he sits may change its name. This response shows just how rotten the organisation is.
For a start, the title “Directo0r General”. It is, to paraphrase The Bard, full of Strength and fury, but it signifies fu7ck all, except that its holder is an over-paid intellectual dwarf who sees himself as occupying a more rarefied air than the race of common humanity, far more precious than the semi human life forms his organisation seeks to help. How many Director Generals are there are on FAS courses? Very few.. Let us excuse the FAS supervisors who generally do sterling work with very little recognition for their toil. The reality of being a member of a FAS scheme is to work hard for the equivalent of the money you’d get from the dole anyway, but yet to suffer the scorn and the ill= natured contempt of the scum, yes, the human rubbish, who believe that they have a right to look down their snot-filled on their fellow human citizens.
I challenge Mr Paul O’Toole. Is it not with these people you most readily identify rather than the people on FAS courses and schemes?
I recall how, as an employee of Cavan Co. Council, helping to set yup Cavan County Museum, myself and the museum curator were able to count on the help and assistance of the members of a FAS scheme. If it had not been for them there would be no Cavan County Museum. Yet, on the day when the museum was to be opened,, the members of the FAS scheme were initially excluded from the invitation. This was only rectified when the Museum’s curator put his foot down and said that if they weren’t invited he wouldn’t be there either. (And let me add that I wouldn’t have darkened that pantomime of an opening with my presence either had it not been for the presence of the FAS scheme members. That way I had someone to talk to.
Let 8s not overlook the less than honourable role being played in the FAS pantomime by the Trades Unions. Dominic Egan told me of how he relied on the FAS scheme in the County Museum, but yet he recognised that they were being used by the County Council as a form of cheap labour. (he was a decent guy who wanted to see people paid proper wages for their work, not peanuts.) He also told me that he felt that the Trades Unions would not put up with the way the FAS scheme there had been made into a permanent fixture. That was nearly fourteen years’ ago, and as far as I know the FAS scheme is still a feature of the museum’s existence – and it’s not Dominic Egan’s fault.
The Director General hints at a name change, yet let me suggest a name by which his organisation has been viewed by those who have participated in its “training programmes”, as well as member of the general public, as being most apposite. FARCE. An organisation whose senior echelons are addicted to a five-star lifestyle at public expense, who hypocritically look down upon those they are supposed to help,. Let us also add here that many of those who are permanent employees of FAS, who are entrusted with teaching courses of dubious validity, are often closely related to FAS employees, so isn’t it nice to keep it in the family, and consign others to lifetimes of poverty and destitution –that’s if they’re unwilling to do the decent thing and emigrate and leave Ireland in the grip of the human crabs who’ve always ruled the roost here. .
Let us recall some of the television advertising – all paid for by you-know-who. It featured the artiste Adele King (any relation of Adge?) better known as Twink telling people to say “FAS”. I suppose it made a change from ringing up her estranged oboist husband and telling him what a rotten faggot he was for impregnating his girl fiend and announcing the pregnancy on St Valentine’s Day. She wasn’t intoning “You could retrain – it’s never too late”, when she was telling hubby that she was going to dip his oboe in Jay’s Fluid and stick it up his arse, after she’d cut his cock off to prevent him making any further “bastards” with his “whores”.
