Remember Anglo-Irish Bank?
Yes. That bank. The filthy cess-pit of financial sewage that conspired with Fianna Fáil and their builder pals to rob us of everything we worked for all our lives.
The fucking bastards who were bailed out by our incompetent rabbit-in-the-headlights government.
The same bunch of crooks who were nationalised when they should have been allowed to sink without trace.
The rotting carcase of a bank that’s now hanging around your neck and will hang around your children’s necks and their children’s necks for countless generations to come.
The zombie bank that was saved from extinction not because it was vital to the economy, but because it funds the developers who fund Fianna Fáil.
Well, after all the hullaballoo, and after the government nationalised them at enormous cost to you and me, what do you think they did at the weekend?
I’ll tell you what they did. They booked a big slap-up feed for their cronies in their corporate box at Croke Park for the Ireland-England rugby match. The pigs planned to get their snouts in the swill as they enjoyed the game, all at your expense, and it was only at the last minute that some pig had a thought.
Jesus, maybe we shouldn’t be eating and drinking in this corporate box in front of 80,000 people. They might tear us limb from limb.
And so, the pigs who run the bankrupt bank that was saved by your money and mine decided to cancel their gorge-fest.
The only problem was that all the food and drink for the hogs and their builder cronies had already been ordered, and the caterers had to be paid.
So who picked up the tab?
[Hint: it’s you]
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