Donald Trump’s behaviour is that of a closet alcoholic.

Much has been made of President Donald Trump’s aversion to alcohol and yet his behaviour is that of a man who drinks heavily at night, alone.

His tweets speak of it. His rages speak of it. His tantrums speak of it.

Trump behaves exactly like a man with a serious alcohol dependency, despite his very public claim to be a life-long teetotaller.

What are we to make of this?

Anyone who drinks, anyone who has been drunk, knows what it is to go on social media and say something utterly stupid, something so cringe-inducing you want to jump around like Basil Fawlty with your head tucked between your knees. Aaarrrggghhh!!!

But what if you don’t possess the ability to be embarrassed?

What if you have the sort of character that is incapable of shame?

And what if you happen to be a pathological liar?

In addition, what if, much to your surprise, you happen to have become President of the USA?

You find yourself in the chocolate factory and you can do whatever you want, or at least, that’s what you think.

What would you do if you were a pathological liar with no sense of shame, no sense of dignity and with a serious reliance on alcohol?

What would you do if your chief strategist and personal Svengali also happened to be a heavy drinker?

I suppose you’d claim to be a teetotaler.

I suppose you’d sit up all night surfing the internet and tweeting insane accusations at imaginary enemies.

I suppose you’d be Donald Trump.


Reluctantly back

Could we ever have imagined in our most disturbed fantasies that a hubristic imbecile like Trump might now be occupying the Iron Throne?

I didn’t see it coming any more than his opponents did. I didn’t see it coming any more than Donald himself did.

For that matter, if Donald hadn’t made the mistake of hiring the poisonous Breitbart worm, Steve Bannon, he wouldn’t be trapped today in the appalling presidential bubble that requires him to behave like a man.

This won’t be easy for Donald, a man-child with no personal experience of acting like an adult. This will not be easy at all for a guy who is essentially a loser in the game of being a grown-up. This will not be easy for a guy who is the son and the grandson of opportunists and who derived his sense of decency from a grandfather who became rich by being a pimp.

That, my friends, is the new President of the USA.

That, my friends, is the unlettered fool who has never read a book, or written one, yet who now claims to be the leader of the free world, whatever that means.

I didn’t plan to reactivate this blog, but when our civilised society is assaulted by such a cretin in temporary control of such a powerful force, what else can one do?

Unfortunately, it seems you’ll have to put up with me a little longer than I planned.


Trump and Pegida visit. Making Ireland’s Mid-West fascist friendly.

donald trumpTwo major fascists are visiting our region this month: Donald Trump and Lutz Bachmann, founder of Pegida.

Mr Trump is the son of a billionaire while Mr Bachmann has rather more modest origins. While Mr Trump is simply a rich frat-boy misogynist and a bully, Mr Bachmann struggles with a past that includes convictions for burglary, drug dealing and assault.

However, Mister Trump and Mr Bachmann, despite appearances to the contrary, share a good deal in common. Both are committed anti-foreigners. Both demonise Muslims, even though Muslims are one quarter of the world’s population. Both are prepared to pander to the basest and most ignorant people in society. Both seek power by mobilising the utter stupidity of a small but vocal power base, composed of aggressive thugs and disaffected ultra-nationalists.

In a way, you could say they practise conviction politics and in the case of Mr Bachmann, you’d be literally correct since, in addition to his assorted convictions for being a thief, a coke-dealer and  and a violent thug, he was recently convicted for inciting racial hatred. Mr Trump on the other hand has yet to see a day behind bars, though hope springs eternal.

Of course, the public statements of Mr Trump and Mr Bachmann bear disturbing comparison with those of a certain Mr Hitler — in Mr Bachmann’s case, quite literally, given where he grew up: Dresden. The city bombed to oblivion by the Allies in a despicable war crime, and subsequently trapped behind the Iron Curtain. A place where fascism had the space and the time to fester.

Mr Trump’s connections with Mr Hitler are far more tenuous, since his German grandfather didn’t become an immigrant to the USA until about 1900. How fortunate for Mr Trump that his grandfather wasn’t Mexican and that nobody had yet thought of building a wall, but leaving that aside, what a wonderful coincidence that Mr Trump’s public statements carry such a strong echo of Mr Hitler’s, provided you substitute the word Muslim for Jew.

Anyway, that’s not really what I was thinking. When I find myself talking about fascists and Nazis there’s no shutting me up. Sorry.

What I was really thinking is this.

Those fine people in Identity Ireland are bringing Mr Bachmann to Limerick later this month, and I sincerely hope there’s no trouble at that event, even though many people will be outraged by his presence.

Likewise, Mr Trump will be visiting his sado-golfism resort at Doonbeg around the same time, so maybe we could set up a fascistourism industry in these parts. The last time Mr Trump came to our shores, our finance minister Michael Noonan joined a little tableau of harp-players, Irish dancers and lovely girls to welcome him off his plane, as all government ministers everywhere do when a foreign businessman arrives. You can imagine the Swedish finance minister doing exactly the same thing, standing at the end of a red carpet, beaming at an American rich guy. Because that’s what government ministers do, isn’t it? That’s their job.

Let nobody tell you that a government minister is supposed to be overseeing the vital strategic interests of the country. At least not when a mega-mortgaged proto-Nazi is arriving and needs a photo opportunity. We’re good like that.

So anyway, I was thinking, why don’t we make the Mid-West Nazi-friendly?

If Kerry could do it with Star Wars, why don’t we do it with the Fourth Reich?

Why don’t we turn this little corner of Ireland into a place where Nazis like Trump and Bachmann feel right at home?

It wouldn’t cost much to turn the country into a place that Trump and Bachmann would feel comfortable with. No Mexicans, no Muslims, no Mexican Muslims, no Jews, no blacks, no black Jewish Mexican Muslims. Nothing but wall-to-wall rednecks. We could set up a corner of County Clare for these folks and we could relax our gun laws.

Let them all come here with their guns and let them do to each other what rednecks do best.

Except it won’t involve their sisters.




Trump wall in Clare holds back Mexican Muslim Wave

Donald Trump might be many things, but he isn’t afraid to build walls. As we know, he’s going to build a wall from Cameron County, Texas, all the way to Tijuana to keep out those pesky Mexicans because, as he pointed out, They’re killin’ us.

The Mexicans, apparently, are killing the most heavily armed country in the world. The Mexicans are killing a country so militarised that it can’t spare any money to provide healthcare for its citizens. The Mexicans are killing the world’s most powerful country.

Imagine what those Mexicans would do to us here in Ireland. Imagine what they’d do to our little state with our tiny army and our public health system, already struggling under the demands of our own citizens.

Waves of Mexicans all trying to kill us, just like they’re killing Trump’s Americans.

A Mexican wave, probably composed of Muslims. Muslim Mexihadists determined to impose their values on our Western way of living.

Thank God we can look forward to to President Trump whose own great-grandfather, Adolf Drumpf, died in the German-Mexican war of 1839, fighting to save Europe from Mexican Muslim slavery.

Imagine what those Mexican Muslim killers would do to our country if they came here with their Islamic tendencies and their newly-found four wives. Before you know it, they’d have all of us chanting Dios es Grande! Far be it from Irish people (or Americans)  to be shouting God is Great. It’s not how our people were brought up.

We leave that sort of thing to the Muslims.

But thankfully, future-President Trump hasn’t forgotten us Irish. He remembers how our finance minister lined up to greet him at the end of the red carpet when he arrived at Shannon in his private plane. He recalls how this has happened to him nowhere else in the entire world. He can hardly believe that a senior member of the government in a European Union member would pose with a harpist to greet a golf-club owner.

And Donald is grateful.

This is why future President Trump has announced that he will not only build a wall across the entire southern border of the United States to keep out the Mexihadists, but also on the West coast of Clare, or Doonbeg to be more precise. The place where he keeps his golf club and where the locals think he’s simply wonderful.

Future President Trump has submitted a planning application to build a sea wall in order to protect his golf club from the Atlantic waves and it’s hard to blame him. If those Mexican Muslims are prepared to invade America, why wouldn’t they invade Ireland too?

In many ways, future President Trump is a true Irish patriot for keeping out the Mexican Wave.