One thing that is now proven by lack of performance in Irish politics generally and more particularly those incumbent of governmental and state rule post-election 2011; is that no-one knows their arse from a traditional fiddler's elbow. The majority of citizens as we the great un-washed electorate have become affectionately known by a vote hungry elite pre-election carry on regardless knowing that it will all end in tears; as is the norm in Irish politics generally and more particularly those incumbent of governmental and state rule post-election of any date, year, decade and/or century.
The spinning-wheel of bad fortune will then having turned full-circle rest once again in the sweated palms of whosoever was in opposition the previous time on the political merry-go-round of the so-called democratic Republic of Ireland. A new breed will have arisen; all the young bucks from a previous generation of political aspirants will have developed to pick up the embryonic burden of formulating yet one more nouveau government; that will lead only to the people's collective ruin and societal chagrin.
A media 'I told you so' culture is in the ascendency. State provisioned hacks are falling over each other to reclaim whatever it is they think they lost in both literary and street-credibility terms when backing the previous one-horse race via Punchestown toward Áras an Uachtaráin, Seanad agus Dáil Éireann. Furthermore their livelihoods as with professional politicians depend upon their expertise in returning the plebeian thoughts, hearts and minds to a quick-fix restoration of in stat quo res erant ante bellum or more commonly known as, a return of the status-quo.
In the meantime; life as we know it in modern Ireland continues its inexorable journey toward the sea no-longer are the peasant class considered 'one for the boat-train' the ordinary citizen and their modern European/US style off-spring cannot wait to board the bus to Waterloo and all points beyond. They will leave not because of economic crisis, political dissent and/or otherwise of a myriad reasons put forward by a state endorse media but simply because that is the norm; the only option to any recognisable form of innate modern existence.
The one lesson learnt from the famine times was that a flood of peoples is simply not good enough, a generational trickle however of a nation's life-blood is the preferred method a dynastic trek abroad more easily absorbed by the host destination and less likely to be noticed by foreign authority. The Irish peoples are everywhere, everywhere except Ireland that is and often referred to as the Diasporas when something is wanted from them more usually fiscal back home on the ol' sod.
A return of any individual member of the Diaspora however will result in interrogation in the first instance and if entrance is successful will immediately result in societal exclusion. In addition the onus of proof of eligibility of residence regardless of a grand-mothers surname is placed firmly on the backs of those who return to these errant shores especially those stupid enough to expect a soulful Céad míle fáilte romhat or hundred, thousand welcomes to you?
A New Year is almost upon us closing 2011 the same as 2010 full of promise that 2012 will somehow turn-out differently than all the other previous New Year's combined; but more likely than not until 'late 2012' a phrase used by An Taoiseach in more recent weeks. Ireland a nation well in the mire its political leadership incapable of intellectual resolve toward the half-million or so unemployable. Its infrastructure non-existent and natural resource sold-off to the highest-bidder. An island divided by foreign aggression and political and religious intransigence. A corner of Europa electronically patrolled from the banks of the River Thames and Washington DC; in complete ignorance of the remainder of the member states of Europa.
Ireland a beautiful island bereft of any meaningful form of life for the majority of its people now subject to internal exclusion by an elitist rule of mob-law and fascistic intention. Go west, indeed, young people of Ireland but don't forget the other three points of the compass.
Come the spring my intention is to enjoin that outward migration and return once more to the anonymity of the legendary Diaspora and leave behind once and for all the folly of youth and its united ambition; Ireland a beautiful island bereft of its soul peopled only by ghosts, shadow-mongers, lawlessness, the old and the dead.
©Séafra Ó Ceallaigh 2011
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