For some, this whole process has been emotionally satisfying: There is a hunger, in some quarters, to see somebody, at long last, stand up to the Irish establishment and fight.
In order for there to be any sport in hare coursing, the hare must believe that it is about to die a horrible death.
We often talk – or more accurately, hear talk – about the rise of “extremism” in Ireland. Objectively, the extremism is coming from our own Government.
Which makes me wonder – and “bear” with me here – whether it might not be time to take a second look at wolves and other predators?
Mr. Wall, after all, could have a pristine, totally clear criminal record, and he would not have been on RTE if his song was entitled “immigration is too high”.
Forgive me for saying this, but personally, I’d rather live in a country with a small bit of corruption, and competently delivered public services, rather than the other way around.
The basic laws of supply and demand dictate that when the price of something falls, demand for it rises.
It’s a pitiful thing, this new Ireland – at least, in the old one which Fintan decries, sermons reading feckless sinners from the altar had some substance to them.
Say what you want about the Minister for Public Expenditure, but Liam Lawlor or Ray Burke, he ain’t.
Because under this definition, poverty can be reduced simply by destroying wealth for everyone else.
When Eminem calls women “cunts”, it’s art. When Andrew Tate does it, it’s misogyny.
You get an adjective, not facts.