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.
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.
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.
In Ireland, the media’s job, very often, is to hide the key facts of a story. Rathkeale, this week, is exhibit A.
Whatever the facts around Climate Change, journalists who take money to promote the Government’s views are not journalists
Wake me up when we have some real politics, instead of this farce.
This is part of a legislative pattern: The Government’s most abiding fear, at this moment in time, is that you the public are seeing things and hearing things that it does not wish you to hear.
It does count, without any doubt, as a social media company actively putting its thumb on the scale of public discussion and debate to influence public policy outcomes.
The idea that we need emergency meetings and colour coded warnings and meteorologists on every news bulletin is nuts. And it is doing no good at all for our national mental health, long term.
Imagine for one second that the video which emerged this week were not of a politician, but of a Roman Catholic Bishop. Would the media’s present vow of Omerta hold?
The conversation that we are not really permitted to have.