Tasty eclairs all round as Enda's love bombs fall
Over the last two weeks, I have been buried in a bubble of love. Suddenly, all my political foes have become uncannily cuddly. Those who have been happy to hurl insults across the Dail floor have been welcoming me into Government Buildings. The past is forgiven and forgotten. We are now, supposedly, all in this big mess together. The narrative in the Department of the Taoiseach is being hammered home: it is our joint "responsibility" to bury the hatchet and form a government. Anyone who does not subscribe to this doctrine is betraying the people.
The mating game began soon after the General Election. Unfortunately, the choice of partners was limited. Many TDs did not want to become "contaminated" by the process. They feared being sucked into it. They could never vote for either Enda Kenny or Micheal Martin for Taoiseach, so why turn up at Government Buildings to take part in what they regarded as a farce?
I am part of what Sinn Fein leader Gerry Adams and others have recently branded a "charade".