Gene Kerrigan: Clownish caper is an odd vehicle for serious message
A cartoon moment between the FG leader and a large, hairy canine gave Gene Kerrigan paws for thought
When the door opened and Enda Kenny came through, he saw what was waiting for him and he muttered to himself, "God almighty." As well he might. Even as he prances about, fulfilling every photo opportunity demanded of him, Kenny can't help recognising the insanity of it all.
Paddy Power's small Baggot Street betting shop began filling up 20 minutes before the Fine Gael leader was due to arrive. Just the occasional punter among the gathering media hordes. Along with the bookie people and the charity people. And the five cute dogs.
Standing there, as the photographers calculated angles and tested their exposure, as the reporters looked around the betting shop and made the occasional note, it was hard not to wonder: on a scale of 10, just how mad have we become? All of us. The politicians who engage in this buffoonery, the media who cover it, and the citizens who tolerate it.