Monthly Archives: February 2010
Chatroulette
If you haven’t heard about it you basically connect and it connects you with someone else for a video chat type thing. I was curious after seeing this post but it’s genuinely a scary, scary place. They said it was … Continue reading
Friday, the worst day of the internet
It has been a complainy week and now we have Friday. A day on which many people simply choose not to use the internet. Thus making the day even more dull as nobody’s fighting with anyone or other good. Perhaps … Continue reading
Your country, Your call
Laughable website, conceptually wretched and quite sad really. People submit their business ideas to win prize money. If that’s your thing, go look. However, someone just posted this. Classic. via Mulley
Trundling onwards
Interesting headline in today’s Irish Times: Greens will not be ‘found wanting for ethics’ This is according to Mary White, deputy leader of the party that has ensured the country will be bankrupted by NAMA and has propped up the … Continue reading
By another name
Was in a pub earlier in the week and sitting at a table across from me were three likely looking lads. The sort of lads that if you opened your door and found them standing there hitting bats into their … Continue reading
Petty politics
So Trevor Sargent resigned. Conspiracies abound. Was it: a ) Fianna Fail looking for revenge for the shafting of Slick Willie b) Fine Gael looking to make it look like Fianna Fail were looking for revenge for the shafting of … Continue reading
We. Are. Fucked
Last night’s Frontline show was one of the most depressing things I have ever seen. Unintentionally hilarious at times, but depressing all the same. It was about how the recession/C.E.C©® is affecting ‘young people’. From the ludicrous Trinty bloke, who … Continue reading
The innocence of youth
Friends parents. A funny bunch of people when you think back on it now. How odd they seem. Mickey Nakijuma’s dad was a fucking huge man. It was the source of much slagging when we were growing up. “Hands up … Continue reading
Aliens
Like it or not I think they’re our only hope as a civilisation. Let’s face it, humans are crap. Little more than packs of fighting dogs who can occasionally make cool stuff like Playstations, devices which perfectly chop your vegetables … Continue reading
FÁS should be disbanded for poor taste
There’s loads to uncover about FAS, I’m sure. We know there was a culture of expense fiddling, cronysim and extravagance as they got sucked into the belief that the Celtic Tiger was a money tree with which to gild their … Continue reading
There’s loads to uncover about FAS, I’m sure. We know there was a culture of expense fiddling, cronysim and extravagance as they got sucked into the belief that the Celtic Tiger was a money tree with which to gild their own lives.
It’s an embarrassment that nobody has been prosecuted or jailed. Instead the chief fiddler gets a massive pay-off, a nice new car and a pension forever and a day. Still, this is Ireland. We should be used to this by now.
However, if anything tells us FAS as an organisation is beyond redemption it’s the report that €2,255 of taxpayers money was spent bringing people to a Robbie Williams concert.
Robbie. Fucking. Williams.
A man who was given a Brit award the other day for his outstanding contribution to music. As far as I can tell Robbie’s best achievement was making millions off a song some poor Irish cunt wrote and got paid a pittance for. This gurning, halfwitted quimling cost us money? Our money was used to pay for people to go see him?
There are lines you just don’t cross. We all know them. Improper use of taxpayers money is an unfortunate fact of life in every country, it’s not simply an Irish problem, but for me Robbie Williams is the line. Actually, Robbie Williams is beyond the line. Way beyond the line.
How can an organisation tasked with creating employment and training people expect to be taken seriously when they go to Robbie Williams concerts on our dime?
Time to scrap the entire thing, start afresh. Something new, something exciting, something productive. And when they cross the line by going to see Shouty Florence and the Cunting Machine we can scrap them too.