Kevin Myers: We need Churchillian blood, toil, sweat and tears, not Gilmorian communist bluster
The one thing we wanted from a new government is the one thing we're not getting. We needed a grim realism, spoken with a single voice. Instead, we have been treated to the sort of deranged and boastful fantasies of a Soviet Five-Year Plan from the Tanaiste, Eamon Gilmore.
He told the nation last weekend that there would be no more pay cuts, the day before the latest exchequer figures came in: and they read like the final dispatch from the beleaguered Soviet garrison in Kabul, borne in a cleft stick by a deaf-mute Waziri beggar.
We still haven't got it, have we? Perhaps, this is because our preferred communal memory is of oppression and victimhood. That's why we seem pathologically incapable of using the word "bankers" without adding the term "fat-cat". It's why we go on about the "bondholders", the new landlord class of Irish demonology.