Here’s an exchange that took place in the Dáil, involving Calamity Mary Coughlan.
Mary: The company law (consolidation and reform) Bill, if anybody is interested, is huge legislation. There’s ongoing work.
Charlie Flanagan: It’s too big for the Minister.
Mary: If the Deputy wishes to throw a condescending, sexist remark across the House, that’s fine. It is very much the calibre of Deputy Flanagan but I would expect more from him after all these years in the House.
That’s it. That’s all Charlie Flanagan said: the job is too big.
He didn’t say, you’re stupid. He didn’t say, you’re a fucking idiot, Mary. He didn’t say Get back in the kitchen, woman. He didn’t say Nice tits!
He simply said the legislation was too big, and from that, Mary accused him of being sexist.
Now look. Mary Coughlan is a grown woman, 45 years old. Wouldn’t you think a grown woman would have a bit more maturity than to pull out the stupid Boo-Hoo card every time somebody questions her abilities, which are indeed highly questionable anyway?
Is Mary Coughlan a 12-year-old trapped in a grown-up’s body?
I think we’re witnesing something profound going on here. Mary’s behaviour, in my opinion, betrays the disintegration of a bully in the face of real resistance. Mary Coughlan is an overbearing, puffed-up windbag at the best of times, with no real ministerial substance, and the only thing that has got her this far is a lifetime of bluster.
But we no longer live in times where bluster and waffle suffice, and Mary is steadily being exposed as an incompetent nobody, and a bit of a bully, with nowhere to hide.
And that is why we now witness embarrassing spectacles like the one yesterday in the Dáil, where a mild political jibe became, in Mary’s immature, brittle imagination, a sexist attack.
Mary does no favours to people who suffer from genuine sexism by debasing the meaning of the word because she lacks the adult fibre necessary to come up with a meaningful retort to a political opponent.
She might as well have shouted, Yeah, and you’re ugly!
That’s the level Calamity Mary has dragged political debate down to. And God help us, this woman is the deputy prime minister. If Cowen is suffocated by a runaway underpants, Mary will be in charge of the sinking ship. Thankfully, this is only Ireland and we don’t have a spook with a briefcase chained to his wrist standing in the shadows.