Do you ever get fed-up with those silly, nonsensical "road safety" advertisements the authorities transmit through RTE?
I know I do. Surely they'd be better off instructing people how to drive rather than trying to be poor-people's Steven Spielbergs, with their film shorts of cars somersaulting and flattening kids on swings and the like?
How to use motorway lanes, for instance? How to use a fucking roundabout? What those orange lights on the corners of their cars are for?
I've been out and about in the fair hills of Wickla putting together my own road safety effort... watch and be enlightened!
PS, before anyone rings Joe Duffy - no speed limits were broken in the making of this video.
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Garth Brooks Croke Park gigs - gombeen Ireland in action
The whole Garth Pukes – sorry, Brooks – thing is yet another
example, as though one was needed, of gobshitery and Irishry.
Here’s a summary:
The GAA (Grab All Association) has an agreement with local residents as to how
many gigs can be held at Croke Park.
It deliberately flaunts this agreement and exceeds the agreed number.
The promoter of the Garth Brooks gigs, Jim Aikin, must know this
but sells the tickets anyway - as early as January if comments on The Journal are
to be believed.
He only submits his application to hold the
gigs in April, which means by the time due process would be excercised by
Dublin City Council, we are nearly at the time when the concerts were
advertised to take place.
After the process, which takes into
consideration residents’ objections, the gigs are refused, as might have been
predicted.
Next, objectors are issued with death
threats and the TV is full of footage of a large Texan in a silly hat promising
he will swim to Ireland to meet with our prime minister to ensure his five gigs
go ahead. (Swim, Garth… please).
The bloke who runs those awful O’Carrolls
Oirish tat shops is interviewed on RTE
news, against a backdrop of green stetsons with shamrocks and Garth Brooks in
the shape of Ireland on the front, saying how awful this is for the Irish economy
and Ireland’s reputation.
(Never mind the fact that those awful shops
have probably done more harm to our image than anything since the odd few
thousand incarcerated “unmarried mothers”, “fallen women”, and countless
children buggered by our priests, aided by our police force, successive governments, and
"The Peeple" in general.)
The whole thing is still rumbling on and
you can’t turn on the telly, read a paper, listen to a radio or look at your
smartphone without hearing Garth professing how much he loves Ireland and the Irish
and how we should ignore our planning laws in order to facilitate a cowboy
and a bunch of money-grubbing gombeens.
It’s business as usual, then.
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