I am totally fed up with a lot of the comments about Mary Harney. I realise that as a politician she is fair game. And as a politician who is in charge of the Health Service at a time when it is scandal after scandal after horrendous error she deserves a hell of a lot of criticism.

But I’m fed up about the cheap shots about her appearance and her weight.^[1]

What fucking difference does that make to anything?

To be honest I’ve no clue as to what is going on in the Health service, other than to know it is fucked up, but I do think that Harney should resign. She is the Minister for Health. She is ultimately responsible.

Course the same could be said of Bertie and his shenanigans. It just isn’t something that Irish politicians seem to do, is it? Shower of tossers.

Nevertheless cheap jibes about her physical appearance are just crap and annoying and pointless. What possible difference does it make to how she does her job? If she were stick-thin and anorexic would that make her handling of it any better?

Is it a form of sexism, cause you don’t really see the same amount of jokes being made about overweight male politicians?

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I officially hate everyone!

Okay, so I’m not at the “lip curling, teeth bared” stage quite yet, but the stabbing people in their soft underbellies with pens^[1] sounds about right. It isn’t really that they’ve done anything specifically to annoy me, but somehow everything they do is annoying me. What with their walking and their talking. What is that all about?

So I headed off to amazon for some impulse purchases, and what I’ve ordered is:

• The Rest Falls Away by Colleen Gleason, Carl liked it, as did Quixotic and I haven’t spotted it in any offline bookshops. And Play doesn’t have it, which is why I went to amazon despite now having to pay for postage.
• Vampire Diaries: The Awakening Ive no idea what this is about, but it was something like €4 and “recommended” so I figured what the hell.
• The Black Jewels Trilogy by Anne Bishop, cause one of my book groups is reading it.

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Have you ever^[1] felt like you wish your hands were razor sharp claws that could easily disembowel somebody with a simple flick of your wrist?

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There is nothing better in life than being woken in the middle of the night/morning to some fella shouting about “how easy it is” “In my country” “Queer” “Call the guards” and other random proclamations of drunkenness. I’m not quite sure what prompted the screamed declarations of gayness, and I don’t really care. So fair play^[1] to whomever tossed out the glass of water that shut him up.

Once it was just water and not a block of cement… but there was no blood on the footpath, so it mustn’t have been anything overly violent. Right?

Was home for the weekend. Bank holiday too, so extra day away^[2] Spent most of it watching the various sports. Ireland played Australia in the first of the “Made-Up sport” which is also known as International Rules. Was a pretty tame affair, till the last quarter, but hopefully the second and final test will be a bit livelier^[3] as I’m heading up to watch it on Sunday.

Sky Sports were being ever so generous and let us have free access to Sky Sports 3, which was great, only they didn’t show the Munster match. Bastards. But we did get to watch Ulster and Leinster lose. Which was nice!

I really hate and despise Sky Sports. Mainly because they nick everything from free-ish^[4] tv and then go and advertise their wonders as you tune in to catch the highlights of the match they stole on RTE. So we’re treated to Peter Stringer’s fantastic try from last year’s win, in wonderful slow-motion, just so we can appreciate what we won’t get to see this year.

Have I mentioned before that capitalism is an evil force and needs to be eradicated from the face of the earth?

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I’m bemused^[1] My eyebrows are raised in a very “wtf are you on” sort of way.

The thing is, I’m well aware that some people don’t know that Ireland isn’t part of Britain. And no offence to my American bloggers, but often those some people come from the US, so they have an excuse. Not like it actually matters to them when they come over on holiday, apart from the fact that we don’t share a currency. But you don’t need a passport to travel^[2] between Britain and Ireland, so you might think things that are wrong.

But when British people think it? I mean. WTF!^[3] But maybe it is just the listeners of Chris Moyle’s radio show? I dunno. But seriously, WTF?

One [learned listener] called in to say he always thought Ireland was in Britain and this was backed up with more texts from listeners who also felt the same.

Moyles hit back by saying: “It’s like saying the French are German if you say the Irish are British.�

*please insert your own version of my^[4] mini-rant about 800^[5] years of bloody struggle etc, violence, etc, blah blah blah. mention 1920’s. Not forgetting Treaties. Oh yeah, and actual independence. And the fact that we’re a republic*

So, people of Britain, let me assure you, Bob Geldof is not British. He is, in fact, Irish. You can be Irish and British.^[6] but only if you live in Northern Ireland. Which isn’t where Bob is from. He’s from Dublin. Which is in Ireland, aka Éire^[7] often refered to as the Republic of Ireland. Now concentrate, and then think again about whether Bob Geldof is British.

Maybe they’ve all been down the local library and been browsing through their Dewey Decimal system manuals, and discovered that Britain & Ireland are covered under the term The British Isles? And that is where the mistake comes from?

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Oh dear god in heaven!

Gorram, mother-fucking, clicking on the wrong humping button!

I’d just finished a long post all about the World Cup and what have I gone and done, yup, clicked by accident on the wrong button. And now all my words of wisdom are gone. Eradicated by a shitty mouse that won’t go where I point it.

Grrrrrrr arrrgh

Ah well, if you think I’m repeating all that you’d be wrong. I may at some stage return to the subject of football and world cups and how it isn’t all that much fun when we aren’t in it. And aren’t the refs all insane with their rewarding diving. And if they have microphones why can’t we listen to what they say like we do in rugby. And why I’m possibly supporting Italy. Or Spain. Or France. Or Brazil. Or Australia. or Argentine

Or someone else entirely.

Now, I’ll carefully position my mouse and wait ten seconds so I know it won’t move by itself.

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