Not much running in this blog post, unless you count the 7 misfits hoping to become the next Irish President.
The election is nearly upon us.
Our president is not like the US President but is more like a cross between the Queen and the German President (who, I hear you ask? Exactly, I reply).
Benevolent, pointless, pulls in a huge salary for being a bit of a clothes horse and generally exists to keep a big house occupied.
Anyway, we have seven candidates running for election. All of them in equal parts utterly competent and utterly incompetent.
If you’re used to twitter these descriptions might help you understand who we can vote for:
Martin McGuinness – a bold boy who likes his maps all the one colour (green).
David Norris – the love child of Oscar Wilde and James Joyce.
Michael D. Higgins – a hairdresser voiced, poetry spouting crypto-communist leprechaun.
Dana Rosemary Scallon – 1970’s eurovision winner who has found God and want to save us too.
Gay Mitchell – see Dana with out the singing but with stubble. And a flat Dublin accent.
Sean Gallagher – A Dragon’s Den Dragon with genetic links to the fools who sailed us onto the rocks of insolvency. He’s blind-ish.
Mary Davis – Air brushed corset wearing ego who loves herself more than we do. Never learned any verb past the first person possessive. I, Me, My, etc.
The Dragon’s Den fella will win.
They say a lot of things.
They say you get the politicians you deserve.
If you live in the UK you get a pseudo-upper-class bunch of public school barristers. If you live here you get school teachers.
They say those who can’t, teach.
Well, in Ireland, those who can’t teach become politicians.
We deserve it.
We’ll never learn.
Have a read off of this blog on whole thing –
He’s less benevolent than me but sums it up pretty well (and I came to my conclusions independently of him….great minds think alike…..fools never….)