I watched with glee, while your kings and queens, fought for ten decades for the gods they made.
Can't wait for my card.
I watched with glee, while your kings and queens, fought for ten decades for the gods they made.
The Dept of Finance have gone rogue. Most of the senior people are working with the FF/Crony Caps.
A new government will need to replace them with non civil service experts and foreigners.
.........should NAMA not sponsor the Xmas hats ?
Not very funny. It takes a lot of effort to keep a ship off the rocks when the ex-captain and his lickspittle replacement (to say nothing of the retired admiral who scurried away from the helm when he saw the rocks approaching) are only concerned with trying to get their selected cronies into the only (and very expensive) liferafts that they saw fit to carry on board. At the same time the ex-captain and his officers are repeatedly shouting over the ship's tannoy that all is well, that those rocks were put there by someone else who also used some undetermined form of remote control to steer us towards them and that they will disappear if the crew take full responsibility for the situation they now find themselves facing, rather than them and their camp followers. Its time we wrestled the wheel out of their incapable hands.
Reminds me of a certain T.D. who unable to go the Art Gallery to choose his Christmas cards one year, instructed me to get them. His were always boring cards with pictures like "The Liffey Swim" on them, and never a bit of snow or glitter in sight. As an Atheist he would not go for the "baby Jesus in the crib" scenes either.
Anyway, over I go, pick the cards, all 500 of them, pay for them and bring them back to the office. My boss, meantime, is away on business so I get on with printing the labels and using his signature stamp to sign them. When he gets back to the office a few days later I tell him that I have posted the cards and have a few left over. "Let me see them", he says, and nearly has a stroke when I produce 10 of the gaudiest Christmas cards I could find, with a huge star over a snow covered desert, and a donkey carrying Mary, being led by Joseph, into a very inviting looking cave.
"Aw Jesus no", he moans, and stares at the cards and then stares at me. "Tell me you have not sent out 500 of these cards, tell me, Please", he begs.
So I say no, I'm only joking, and produce another 10 cards that have a picture of Santa Claus and his reindeer on a snow covered roof. "See", I chortle, "these are the real cards I sent out, do you honestly think I would send out those religious ones? You know me better than that. These ones with Santa on them are lovely and festive, don't you think?" The boss stares at me, looks away, looks back and stares at me again. "If you are telling me the truth and you sent those f*cking cards out I will throw you out the f*cking window. If you are having me on tell me now because I think I am going to have a f*cking heart attack, NOW TELL MEEE", he bellows. I go all sulky but decide I had better be good, so I show him the boring card I got, Patrick Kavanagh sitting on a stone bench by the canal, well Patrick is made of stone as well of course.
I never saw a happier T.D.
[FONT=Georgia][COLOR=red]Twas the night before Xmas and all through the land,[/COLOR][/FONT]
[FONT=Georgia][COLOR=red]Not one house was selling...Not even the land![/COLOR][/FONT]
[FONT=Georgia][COLOR=red]Shopping up North, Dad on the dole,[/COLOR][/FONT]
[FONT=Georgia][COLOR=red]December the 9th had taken it's toll.[/COLOR][/FONT]
[FONT=Georgia][COLOR=red]When out on the 'lawn' there arose such a clatter,[/COLOR][/FONT]
[FONT=Georgia][COLOR=red]We sprung from 'our' bench to see what was the matter.[/COLOR][/FONT]
[FONT=Georgia][COLOR=red]There on the grass appeared Fianna Fáil,[/COLOR][/FONT]
[FONT=Georgia][COLOR=red]Bailiffs in toe but we had nothing at all![/COLOR][/FONT]
[FONT=Georgia][COLOR=red]They took the last of our change and mortgaged our lives,[/COLOR][/FONT]
[FONT=Georgia][COLOR=red]adding insult to injury, came back for our eyes![/COLOR][/FONT]
[FONT=Georgia][COLOR=red]They tore through the nation like a great clash of thunder,[/COLOR][/FONT]
[FONT=Georgia][COLOR=red]gave our money to NAMA and ripped us assunder.[/COLOR][/FONT]
[FONT=Georgia][COLOR=red]They wined and they dined as they were chauffered away[/COLOR][/FONT]
[FONT=Georgia][COLOR=red]...and still they live to fight another day?[/COLOR][/FONT]
[FONT=Georgia][SIZE=4][COLOR=seagreen]Nollaig shona gach caora![/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=1][COLOR=black]Fianna Fáil - A lot of damage done. A lot more to do.[/COLOR][/SIZE]
Last edited by MrFunkyBoogaloo; 20th November 2009 at 12:36 AM. Reason: general
"The power of accurate observation is commonly called cynicism by those who have not got it." – George Bernard Shaw
Santa vs NAMA
"The power of accurate observation is commonly called cynicism by those who have not got it." – George Bernard Shaw
More like pirates of the Caribbean, one bunch of bowseys fighting the other so they can share the loot among their own crew.Originally Posted by Sue Donim
[COLOR="Red"][SIZE="6"][FONT="Palatino Linotype"]Nollaig Shona Daoibh[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]
"The power of accurate observation is commonly called cynicism by those who have not got it." – George Bernard Shaw
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