It is finally, officially, over. And no more damning political verdict has ever been rendered in the history of this or many another country. Even the pro-union vote in 1918 was larger. It’s shocking that they got seventeen percent, that thousands were still ready to put their party before their country. This kind of unthinking loyalty is like a set of shackles on Irish politics. But perhaps it is broken now.
So I am torn between expressing relief at having thrown off the worse government we have ever had, and lamenting the fact that we have given a mandate to a party whose ideology and economic approach are so similar that it takes at least an hour to explain to interested foreigners why they are separate parties at all. It is a hell of an anticlimax, and frankly I am a little depressed. (Though the fact that I got about one night’s worth of sleep during the whole count probably isn’t helping there.) Was all that anger just for this, all that upheaval to deliver no change? Have we had a 360 degree revolution?
There is only one real advantage. The new administration will not have been busy sharing the good times with the rich and the powerful – well, not for fourteen years anyway. This will make them somewhat more disinterested and honest. But it’s not as if they’re chosen from a whole other class of innocent outsiders. Their interests are not the interests of the average person, and certainly not the interests of the poorer person. For Christ’s sake, the chairman of Anglo Irish is a former leader of Fine Gael. Didn’t anybody think that might be a bit of a bad sign?
But Kenny must get his one hundred days or whatever is the suitably polite interval, his chance to come up with a brilliant solution to escape the chains the last government left us in. Can he?
No. Sure he’s going to renegotiate the bailout deal. But by that he means begging for a slightly lower interest rate. That is not a negotiating position. A slightly lower interest rate on a debt we will never be able to pay back anyway, that is going to crush our economy back to 1940s levels? That is not an improvement of the situation. It’s an avoidance of reality.
What would I say to a meeting of Eurozone heads of state? What would you say?
“We cannot afford to borrow money to pay debts unjustly created for us by a previous, corrupt government. Indeed we cannot afford to borrow enough money for even the minimum necessary level of public expenditure, at this or any interest rate. Therefore we will pay ourselves in our own currency. In other words, we’re leaving the euro. This will be painful for us, what with soaring import prices, but the euro will almost certainly collapse so it will be even more painful for you. Sorry, but it’s that or we sacrifice the health, future, lives of our people in order to reward the selfish and greedy actions of a ludicrously wealthy banking industry.”
That is a negotiating position.
2 replies on “The 360° Revolution”
I for one feel some disillusion – that’s because all I can think of is “where the hell were you all in 2007” when those people shamed and exposed us all with their vainglorious, disgusting arrogance. A friend of mine commented on her blog about Ahern – “I wish you death very soon, Sir” and I really find it hard to be at variance with her opinion, only with some regret that it had not happened sooner. Yes, he’d be canonised but then we would have at least been rid of him and the hard-nosed, yummy-mummy, 4-by-4, cute-hoor-but-crazy-mortgage xenophobes who made my life and the life of those I loved so difficult in 2005.
I for one feel some disillusion – that’s because all I can think of is “where the hell were you all in 2007” when those people shamed and exposed us all with their vainglorious, disgusting arrogance. A friend of mine commented on her blog about Ahern – “I wish you death very soon, Sir” and I really find it hard to be at variance with her opinion, only with some regret that it had not happened sooner. Yes, he’d be canonised but then we would have at least been rid of him and the hard-nosed, yummy-mummy, 4-by-4, cute-hoor-but-crazy-mortgage xenophobes who made my life and the life of those I loved so difficult in 2005.