So we all partied, did we Brian?
No we didn’t. The ones who partied were your cronies in Fianna Fáil, and the builders who own them, and the bankers your cabinet buddies were so friendly with, and the fat drunken prick who heads your government, and the slimy little anorak-man who led FF before the fat drunken prick, and McCreevy, the horrible, incoherent bookie’s runner who spent his weekends inhaling prawn sandwiches in Punchestown and the Curragh, when he wasn’t too busy making a fool of himself in a Santa hat.
That’s who partied, Brian.
A bunch of thick, greedy cretins who saw this country as something to be plundered.
Brian, I haven’t defaulted on any loans, so it’s none of your fucking business how I spend my money. I didn’t crash the economy, and neither did any other borrower who continues to pay back what they owe, so don’t lay this fucking guilt trip on me, you sanctimonious arsehole.
The guilt is all yours for taking the mistakes off the bankers and laying them on the shoulders of Irish citizens.
And as for your opinion that we all partied, well you can shove that the same place as your call to patriotic duty. It isn’t who partied that matters, Brian. It’s who ran away.