Micheál Martin hasn’t yet seen a wet week as leader of the worst party this land has ever known, and already he’s as delusional as the very worst of Biffo.
Eminem has proposed a three-way debate between the leaders of the main parties, as he regards them, forgetting that he leads a party smaller than the National Weasel-Fanciers Association.
He didn’t want the Shinners involved, even though more members of the Irish electorate are likely to vote for them than for his own party, thus showing exactly what his democratic credentials are.
I don’t have much time for a political movement that still has TNT under its fingernails, but it’s a political reality that the Come-All-Ye Party might well be larger than Fianna Fáíl in the next Dáil. This isn’t something for SF to be proud of, but a measure of how abysmal Fianna Fáil’s behaviour has been, and at least I can say this for Gerry Adams: he’s able to talk in complete joined-up sentences. I might not like the ideology, but I can still admire a politician capable of speaking, which is not something we’re used to in this country.
This reality has yet to dawn on Eminem, it seems. And on Efinef.
They still think they matter.
Party workers on the ground are under no such illusions as they approach houses under cover of darkness to slip leaflets through letter-boxes. I hear stocks of night-vision goggles have sold out in the army surplus stores.
On a personal level, I’m told Eminem is a decent enough fellow, and one of the more capable members of the Fianna Fáíl cabinet, but let me just pause there for a second while I stop laughing.
Capable? Fianna Fáil? Cabinet?
No. Sorry. Just one more second. Thanks, and sorry for the coughing. Jesus Christ, sorry. Fianna Fáil. Capable. Jesus that’s one of my best yet.
Eminem was one of the less incompetent ministers under Bert and Biff. B&B. I agreed with some things he did, including his decision to visit Gaza and face down the Israeli blockade, but his obvious intelligence and principled approach to matters of importance simply confused me because I keep wondering how this ordinary human being could remain a senior member of the Troglodyte Party.
It’s a mystery. Isn’t it, Toyah?
And now, witness the same intelligent, reasonably-decent man talking utter shite, as if his party has any relevance in post-crash Ireland. As if he isn’t tainted by association with the crooks and the backhanders and the stroke-pullers.
As if the shattered and discredited rabble he leads have anything to offer in the world we face following Lenihan’s insane bank bailout.
Let me offer you a confession. I like Micheál Martin as an individual. I don’t like the organisation he heads, or the fact that he was an integral member of the cabinet that presided over a complete disaster, but I like him as a person. I think he was one of the few in a cabinet of fools who had a clear insight.
On the other hand, Micheál Martin remained in cabinet when he knew that their decisions were unprincipled and cynical.
Therefore, by definition, he has no credibility as a politician and anyway he has no party, so what difference does it make?
I don’t know why people like Martin cling to outdated, superannuated concepts such as Fianna Fáil, or for that matter, Fine Gael. Make no mistake, I don’t support the other side either. I think both Civil War parties are equally irrelevant, and it’s about time they amalgamated to form a new, right-of centre party, taking the best from both of the old bullshit parties. Meanwhile,. with a rejuvenated Labour and provided the Come-All-Ye Party has finally pissed on its hands enough to remove all traces of cordite, we might end up with a proper, grown-up, European political landscape.
I don’t know, and who does? Strange days indeed.