The Ward Union Hunt aren’t fit be in charge of a cloud of bluebottles, never mind a pack of hounds. They’re arrogant, overbearing, aggressive and have nothing but contempt for their neighbours and for those who disagree with them.
What’s more, they aren’t a real Hunt.
Releasing a terrified animal to chase it with dogs and jeeps isn’t hunting. It’s cruelty, plain and simple. It’s the torture of an animal for the enjoyment of a few gobshites and it has no place in a civilised society.
Nobody would contemplate setting a pack of dogs on a horse or a cow, and this is no different, since the stag chased by the Ward Union is not a wild animal but one bred in captivity.
The Ward Union’s ritual torture of animals does not represent rural Ireland, that invention of the Dublin media. The Ward Union is a throwback to a time of drunken landlords and starving peasants, and I won’t be sorry when they’re gone.
What in the name of Jesus were the Greens thinking of when they moved this Bill? Are they absolutely out of touch with what’s going on? The Greens are the people who happily supported the creation of NAMA, a thoroughly unsustainable concept that is completely at variance with their philosophy, but who now make a big deal out of banning the stag torture which, while despicable, is not an issue that influences the environment in the slightest. By bringing forward this bill at this time, they cleared the way for every backwoods ignorant gobshite in the Dáil get some air-time blathering about the thin end of the wedge and the country way of life. Jackie Healy-Rae, for God’s sake, back again talking shite, the self-serving old chancer.
Now look. I’m not in favour of whataboutery. Too many apologists for the hunt are popping up saying the government should be spending its time on the economy, an utterly silly argument, since governments — even one as bad as ours — do many things at the same time. But really, have the Greens any sense at all?
All they’ve achieved here is to polarise the country by proving that their agenda comes straight from the languid suburbs of south Dublin, where everyone’s name is in Irish and all furniture is ordered direct from Finnish poet-designers who carve it from found driftwood. The Dublin Greens drive solid pine SUVs hewn from recycled forests and they run them on crushed aduki beans that they grow themselves. They know what’s best for the rest of us.
It doesn’t matter if this perception is true or not. In politics, everything is about the appearance and the Greens have, yet again, alienated the entire country by failing to understand that people are not impressed by their Dublin bubble. This is a great pity, since we need a strong Green party.
I agree with much of the Green agenda, protecting the planet and promoting sustainability, but sometimes I suspect that the Irish Greens are actually spies for Big Oil. Sleepers with one mission, to make the Green movement look as stupid as possible.
Really now. Éamon Ryan. I once knew a lamp-post that was more intelligent than Éamon Ryan and as a bonus, it talked a lot less nonsense. That lamp-post would have done a better job in government simply by doing nothing at all.
Really now. Stag-hunting. Yes, it’s a good thing to stop those Ward Union troglodytes, but Gormley did it by ramming the thing through in a smug, self-satisfied, condescending way, thereby damaging his cause even more than he has already done by supporting the criminal conspiracy that is Fianna Fáil.
Why couldn’t we have a real Green Party, like they have in real grown-up countries?