Angry brigade lets off steam but fails to lose its temper
THE numbers were there, the flame-hot anger was there; the crushing problems, God knows, were there.
For a moment yesterday -- round about the time a cement mixer came within a hair's breadth of crashing into the wrought-iron gates of Leinster House -- bystanders wondered if this was it. If the nation had finally reached tipping point?
That the sight of our political leaders returning, relaxed of shoulders and swarthy of skin, after a 12-week long summer sojourn would prove the final straw for a people on their uppers -- who would then erupt into Bastille-storming mode, like Budapest in 2006 or Athens last May. But whatever the crucial ingredient is that might turn a well-mannered crowd into a white-hot rabble it was missing yesterday.