We have a bizarre situation where the next Government will be bound – at least to some degree – by major spending decisions taken in the dying days of this one.
Politicians have both a political and economic incentive to tell you that everything is fine, until it isn’t. It’s not lying, necessarily – but it might just be unwarranted optimism.
You might argue – might – that €350,000 is an amount of money that should be below the notice of Ministers, but you’d be making an argument that only an idiot should believe.
Our céad míle fáilte is not some uniquely Irish thing that foreigners wouldn’t understand: It’s just the Irish word for Wilkommenskultur. That didn’t help the Germans, and it won’t help us, either.
The Mayor was happily photographed with a whole series of free willies, while – perhaps subconsciously – keeping his own paws strategically placed to protect his own:
There’s a certain cultural snobbery at play towards chaps from Newcastle with St. Georges Flag tattoos on their bellies who like to get drunk on beer and sing rude songs about the Germans.
Someone with the talent to effectively run an organisation that large can command that kind of salary in the private sector – so why are we paying our Ministers for Health the salary of a modestly successful country solicitor?
One of the problems with climate change policy as practiced, rather than as conceived, is that it amounts to a deliberate government attempt to distort the economy and the free market.
“This is what Government should be doing but is too afraid to do” may well prove a better message than simply “Watergrasshill has said no”.
Behind the scenes, a detailed and well-thought out plan is in place with the aim of making anti-immigration candidates a functional irrelevance
In a society where the state pays, your waistline suddenly becomes a matter of public policy.
A unified left, and a right that’s four cats in a bag, clawing at each other.