Promise of a brave new dawn dissipates over a broken land
As the mist clears, we may see Enda Kenny, the calculating politician, writes Eamon Keane
'It is not the oath that makes us believe the man, but the man the oath.' Aeschylus
We believed, didn't we? Though we were a broken people who'd lost homes and jobs, still we clung to a fragile hope. After being lied to for years, we'd found truth in Enda Kenny. A man who was a break from the dark past of twisted bullshit and lies. We dared to believe in the promise because, well, it was Enda who made it. The man, not the oath, hooked us. This would be a new political dawn.
And now we're not so sure. The Roscommon County Hospital affair paints him as someone who at best played a sly game with words, and at worst is as slippery a politician as Bertie Ahern -- or any of them.