In the country of the bland, the one-idea man is King.
I think it’s plain to anyone that we elect a bunch of shuffling gobshites to our national parliament. Numbskulls. Goose-milkers. Heron-stranglers. Gobdaws.
If you doubt this, just take a look at how these porkers failed to pull their snouts out of the trough even while the economy was going onto the rocks.
Grunting illiterates in baggy suits, afraid to express a single creative idea. A bunch of mindless, grasping drones, all looking over their shoulders in case someone back home dies and they have to rush off to the funeral for the votes. A crowd of apes who can’t see beyond the furthest hedge in their constituency, who have no expertise in anything and no knowledge of how a modern democracy is supposed to work.
That, for the most part, is what we elect to the Dáil. A drab, shiny-arsed combed-over half-wit, whose only skill is the rat-like ability to detect a free dinner. Homo Politicus Hiberniensis, with pronounced brow-ridge, sloping forehead and over-developed jaw.
Is it because we’re a drab, shiny-arsed, combed-over nation of people? I don’t think so.
Is it because we don’t know any better? Again I think not. Most of us have travelled more, read more, experienced more and learned more than the fools we send to Dublin to represent us.
My personal opinion is that the form of PR we use in Ireland has created this dominance of the mediocre. The multi-seat constituency, combined with the single transferable vote has created a situation where we don’t elect parliamentarians. We elect glorified county councillors with no global vision, no sense of perspective, no overview. We elect gobshites who care more about some farmer’s planning permission, or getting a pothole filled or going to a funeral than they do about the economy or national infrastructure, or transport policy or education planning, or foreign relations.
We compound that weakness by selecting our government ministers from one half of this pool of half-wits, which is why we’re in such a pickle today. Monkeys are all very well when you’re only spending peanuts.
Of course, the British first-past-the-post system is deeply flawed as well. You could easily spend your entire life in a constituency and never even once be represented by an MP of your preference. That’s not good either.
So what’s the answer? How should we arrange our electoral afffairs so that politicians aren’t constantly terrified of missing a funeral in case they’d lose four votes which might cost them their seat?
How can we arrange our system so that politicians are free to govern the country instead of filling potholes?
Personally, I think there’s a lot to be said for the list system.
This came from John :
Those of you who are interested in changing the electoral system might be interested in attending this event next week at Trinity College.
The Joint Oireachtas Committee on the Constitution will meet in public at TCD and then John Bowman will chair a session of discussion. See Elaine Byrne’s website for the exact detail (www.elaine.ie )