Showing posts with label bertie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bertie. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

SNOW MORE MARY BYRNE

More effing snow sure didn't we all think that it was terrific that we were getting a bit of snow and RTE running their 10-minute snow photo slide show to give us a bit of a break from the gloom or the Gloomtimes as some are calling it aren't we more like themselves in Iceland every day first the banks then the snow what's next for this little isle well this afternoon we'll have the Budget 2011 no better day to have it than on the anniversary of the Pearl Harbour cause that's what it is a bunch of foreigners flying in and ruining our lives but you can't really blame them it was Bertie and the lads who invited them it was only a matter of time and now we have to fix this Country but what doesn't need fixing is that X-Factor cause it's already fixed sure they said they weren't even going to have a sing-off but then Mary Byrne got more votes than they expected and they had to rig the whole thing to get that filthy little shit Cher through but sure it's no surprise the English have been underestimating us from day one well you can kick Mary out of your little competition but she's not going back to work in your Tesco empire if there is one job left in this country that woman should get it and if I had my way it would be the office of An Taoiseach.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

'Ireland's Sovereignty is Dead and Gone, It's With Ahern in the Cupboard.'

Dear Friends,

I know that I previously stated that I would 'stay out of the way' and let the wise words of Peter and J. wash over you but there comes a time when one can no longer 'stay silent'.

As I write this, 'high-ups' in the EU and the IMF sit in Leinster House, pulling the reins of government, as Brian Cowen and the rest of his Fianna Fáil cronies bow down to outside influence, and sacrifice the hard won sovereignty that we have held for the last 'hocht blian'. What follows now is a situation too dark to contemplate.

And yet contemplate it we must, for we are about to live this nightmare. What awful measures will be exercised by the faceless Eurocrats who now hold sway over this beautiful republic? Will our gloriously low corporation tax, 'an cáin chorporáide', enshrined in De Valera's constitution all those years ago, be forced to cruelly high European standards? Will they cut public sector pay, crudely and inexpertly? Most importantly, what of the Irish Language?

Our proud and noble gaeilge has long been a thorn in the side of the EU. They fear and mistrust this lilting tongue, trapped as they are in their guttural dialects. I, as a guardian and protector of our native Irish, will lay down my life, my very life, in it's defence. The 'Cead Míle Failte's' wil ring out over this land until the end of time.

But really the EU are merely bit players in this weeks farce. We cannot blame those outsiders for a problem which originated within these shores. I bear no real ill will towards the European Union, not in the face of the terrible monsters that lie much closer to home.

Certain trinities, triumvirates if you will, spring to mind. Insidious tripods holding up the demons of corruption, gombeenism and despair. Not least The Bankers, The Developers and Fianna Fáil. Not Forgetting Fianna Fáil, The PDs and The Greens. But none worse than Bertie Ahern, Charlie McCreevy and Brian Cowen.

McCreevy, the man who defied the advice of the sensible men of Europe, cutting taxes and deregulating until the banks were as free as a bird to gamble with the money of the People in their insidious little casino on Merrion Street. He deserves more scorn than he gets, that much is certain.

Cowen, who even at this late stage, as he goes down as the worst Taoiseach in history, the man who sold Ireland, will not apologise. He retains the arrogance that was his hallmark during his reign as Finance Minister. Enough words have been spent in the national media about this pathetic, shambling, half-drunk dunce of a man.





But we must focus our attentions on the true culprit. One Bartholomew 'Bertie' Ahern. Leaving aside for the minute his gross corruption, his 'lack' of a bank account, his ludicrous stories of winning money on horses, let us place the weight of the blame upon his shoulders. This man 'led' the country for eleven long years. Under his tenure we went from a well regulated, sensible economy, on the up from a flood of American investment, to a bloated, under-taxed false boom country, about to fall off the precipice that he led us to the very brink of. Nothing speaks louder than his comments near the end of his tenure, his response to those who dared to question his insane policies:





It is not fair to tar all politicians with this same brush. Some in the opposition, though far from perfect, are at least honest, decent people. Deputy Rabbitte's thundering denouncement of the government this week warmed my heart to no end.






So on this saddest of days, in the blackest of weeks, in the worst of years I give you my endorsement for the General Election which is sure to come. It is simply this: Anyone But Fianna Fáil. I care not if you vote for the Irish equivalent of the Nation of Islam, as long as you don't ever give this fetid, corruption-marinated, idiotic, borderline insane crowd of smug self-satisfied arseholes another chance, in my life or yours.

Yours, with great sorrow,

Thómáis Ó Donnághchínnéitígdh.

Friday, October 8, 2010

BERTIE AHERN IN A FUCKING CUPBOARD

We the People of This Country are Disgusted,

Ah I know I said it was a new low before but this is really a new low Bertie Ahern the former Taoiseach and the man who's responsible for destroying this country with his cronyism and his deregulation and giving backhanders to the developers and bailing out the banks and he should be ashamed of himself for what he did and then he has the NERVE to go write for the News of the World a terrible paper altogether about the football and what have you and then he doesn't even keep his head down he has the NECK to appear in one of their ads and the fella opens the cupboard and he see Bertie sitting there with a cup of fucking tea in his hand and he should be in handcuffs and how dare he destroy this country and degrade the office of Taoiseach and then turn around and think everything's alright and make jokes about being the most cunning the most devious of them all and it disgusts me and sends me into a rage that that pathetic little shit who destroyed this country gets off scot free and he isn't even ASHAMED.