Not so sure what they are for - surely they are not 'working' for free? So my next question is: If they are not a voluntary group (and I'm sure they aren't - as some leprechaun has whispered me) why on earth are these people not being sacked or at least warned with all this evidence of non-performance?
I am convinced these nets are still there, surely over the weekend (!) forget about Mondays anyway - and then, hungover, tired, depressed - nobody is able to find anything.
Why bother, we get paid, never mind that - any results. See? This is what makes us different. This is why we are the laughing stock. This is why we are the "Irish" - do you get it? We don't complain, we are living in fairy land, dreaming our lives away. We deserve it, honestly, and I am so ashamed of it it nearly kills me! Are we all brain dead? Are we all slaves?
Where is our power, our Gaelic fierceness, everyone from Vikings to Saxons was so afraid of? Is this all gone, wiped out from cheap leather recliner suites, from gas barbecues, sliced bread, landscaped front lawns and danish bits?
Well - then we deserve to go under, drown in self pity, moan about banks, taxes, incapable politicians, drugs and the government, yes we are a nation of moaners and complainers!
Tired and exhausted. Yes. And...why? We had the best years ever in the history of the state not so long ago.
Has anyone saved up for the rainy days? Fair play if you did! Or have you just chanced it, took whatever your bank threw at you and spent it? Well, you are in the bogs now aren't you, up to your eyebrows! And rightly so!
Either you chanced it or you were mislead like an innocent child. Still - you should have known better - and you did. Chancers are chancers and will be to the rest of their days.
These chancers are now trying to steel again from us. I don't care if they steel trout or bream or pike, perch or bass!
What I dislike is that they think they can take it because we don't care anyway. Because we are a nation of happy go lucky drunks, living in cuckoo land with the fairies and all we are concerned of is the weather. Ah, sure, that's grand!
This is the mentality which brought us near to the brink of extinction. And now again. You want to know what's wrong with us?
We do not defend our land, our property,
our free life, our shores, our seas, ourselves!
We are running away from so called authority
if we think they are superior, we are a sad people of pitiful cowards.
The first sign of problems - no, please, we don't need to sort them out ourselves, we get out of here and move away to different shores or places or just go home.
Well, we had the right to come back to our fathers crust when it went so well for everyone here, didn't we? Pity there was others here faster, cheaper and more efficient forces, trained by centuries of hunger and poverty and just eager to get into the game first and they were ruthless - we trusted them anyway. Nice soft day today, isn't it?
No problem, who cares, plenty out there and we don't really wont these jobs anyway.
Another cup of tea love?
Big mouth nation we have turned into. Big mouth and no brain. Why are we in this mess now? Not because others have brought us into it! It is because we ran after the wrong guys again and again, because we learned nothing from history, because we always were happy to live in cuckoo land, no responsibility and no fears and no senses.
You know that we are the next in line on Charlies list? The good old Darwin's rejects? Who cares, weekend
and the old craic is coming up, no time for shite like that, wanna go out the door to sort it, for once and all?
If I could I gladly would, but who is in the position of saving poor old Ireland nowadays. The Government, the EU, the IMF, these wisecracks from whatsoever and from whom after, bankers, junkies or wankers - I am at a total loss or a halt of my senses. Just want to see dispenses. All of these people greying up my senses. No feeling of loss, they are like moss, regrow and regrow and regrow and we are defenseless. Dry out the bogs, let people settle back, let them plant up the land and regrow what was ours to sow. We are an Island, led astray far to often, ruled by fierce people, we didn't soften, its time again to take charge, of our land and our people and send them others at large!
Rant and rap over!