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Wednesday, March 27 2002, @5:45 PM
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There are posters of an almost sincere troubled Bertie going up over the city. A general election is imminent and the current government's days are numbered. Two of the most prominent past failures have been the defeated referenda which the public was grossly under informed about. Bertie as a party leader and a Taoiseach isn't eager to tackle problems and shies away from public debate but never from photo opportunities with disadvantaged kids. I'm not pleased with McGreevys recent economics either, but that's a different affair. I supposed I've always felt I was a Fianna Fáil person, despite ideals and aspirations. That was the political environment, sparse though it was, that I grew up in. I feel myself defecting towards red politics and Labour. I like what they stand for, what Ruari Quinn has to stay and their stand on controversial issues. The have a nice website too. Anyone but old man Noonan, please, anything but that. That sounds awfully grown up but my works probably betray my political immaturity. It's really bright and warm. This is a sudden development. Of course, being Irish, as soon as the sun peeps out from behind a cloud crows of people proceed to lay about on damp grass watching others playing impromptu soccer, jumpers for goal posts, hmmm? I don't like it when it's brighter outside than it is inside. It messes with my eyes. I've never been fond of sun or heat. Although I do get a little giddy when things brighten up and there are more hours of light. The brightness doth offend mine eyes.
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