Isn’t it well for them? as ladies of my mother’s generation might have said.
Isn’t it well for the Doyle family that they were able to reject a 4-bedroom bungalow at a weekly rent of €42 and instead squat in a house another family was intended to have?
Isn’t it well for them?
Initially their objection was that the house was too close to the road, and their children might have been in danger from traffic but Longford Council solved that problem by building a fence for them, and still the Doyle family decided that they wouldn’t move into the house.
Instead they squatted in a house intended for another family.
John Paul Doyle, the paterfamilias, now runs the risk of imprisonment unless he moves his six children out of that house.
Of course I can’t help thinking that John Paul must be 37 years old, as all John Pauls are. Thirty-seven years old, with six kids and no means of housing them apart from a demand to the local council to provide his progeny with a place of his choosing.
Shouldn’t we all be so lucky?
Wouldn’t we all love to be able to reject a four-bedroom bungalow?
Wouldn’t we all love to produce a large family knowing that somebody else will look after us?
Recently on radio we heard a mother describe the humiliation of living in a hotel with no means of cooking for her children and here’s John Paul feeling entitled to place his six children in the best accommodation money can buy. He’s probably a very nice guy, but why is John Paul entitled to a better house than anyone else? And why is he entitled to get it for €42 a week when people are sleeping on park benches?
There was a time when I would have been sympathetic to men like John Paul, men who felt entitled to bring as many children as they wish into the world even though they aren’t able to house them, but I don’t feel that way any more.
If you want to have a large family, that’s your business, but don’t expect everyone else to take responsibility for your decision, or lack of it.
A few years ago, some protester set up a placard outside the offices of Limerick City Council. His problem was that he had too many children for his four-bedroom council house and he wanted something bigger. I was going into the office to pay my car tax and I couldn’t help stopping to talk to him.
Why are you protesting?
I want a bigger house.
I have too many children. We have no room for them.
Where did all these children come from?
We just had them.
Did somebody force you to have them?
We just had them.
Could you not have kept your dick in your pants?
Luckily for me, he didn’t quite seem to grasp what I was asking him.