We're going to be having a general election at some pint before next February. It has to happen because requires by the constitution. And whomever is helming the Titanic that is Fine Gael is going to lose it spectacularly. An implosion that'll make Oceangate seem like a 'pop' in the ocean. It seems to me then that Varadkar has decided it's time to go down with the ship like the Captain of the Costa Concordia.
His legacy includes being Irelands first openly classist Taoiseach. Overseeing the continued successful inflation of housing prices into stratospheric unaffordability. Gutting of frontline military, healthcare and policing services to the point where the State can maybe get one ship to sail. And the creation of a rent-seeking economy that has seen one of the States primary export be well-trained and motivated people who just can't take the sense of being utterly leeched of life anymore.
And, begrudgingly, significant successes in navigating the waters of Brexit and the first few months of Covid.
It seems the final straw was the utter lack of a bloodbath over the Ides of March. Not even You, Brutus?.
There isn't even a fart of a squabble to take over. That seat's fucking glowing radioactive, ready to burn the next poor arse to sit on it to a crisp. Malcador had an easier time on the Golden Throne. The next election will be bloodbath enough. It doesn't matter how great the economy is on paper, everyone's fucking misereable, the gloom-times are getting gloomier and maybe Bertie had the right idea all those years about what we should go do about it. Nobody sane will touch it, lest their career be tainted forever.
I don't give a fuck. I'm voting Social Democrats. They'll never win anything but I can't bring myself to vote for the others.
His legacy includes being Irelands first openly classist Taoiseach. Overseeing the continued successful inflation of housing prices into stratospheric unaffordability. Gutting of frontline military, healthcare and policing services to the point where the State can maybe get one ship to sail. And the creation of a rent-seeking economy that has seen one of the States primary export be well-trained and motivated people who just can't take the sense of being utterly leeched of life anymore.
And, begrudgingly, significant successes in navigating the waters of Brexit and the first few months of Covid.
It seems the final straw was the utter lack of a bloodbath over the Ides of March. Not even You, Brutus?.
There isn't even a fart of a squabble to take over. That seat's fucking glowing radioactive, ready to burn the next poor arse to sit on it to a crisp. Malcador had an easier time on the Golden Throne. The next election will be bloodbath enough. It doesn't matter how great the economy is on paper, everyone's fucking misereable, the gloom-times are getting gloomier and maybe Bertie had the right idea all those years about what we should go do about it. Nobody sane will touch it, lest their career be tainted forever.
I don't give a fuck. I'm voting Social Democrats. They'll never win anything but I can't bring myself to vote for the others.
I love the smell of rotaries in the morning. You know one time, I got to work early, before the rush hour. I walked through the empty carpark, I didn't see one bloody Prius or Golf. And that smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole carpark, smelled like.... ....speed.
One day they're going to ban them.
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