Room at the inn
If a picture paints a thousand words, then the photo (pages 12/13, Irish Independent, January 11) is a veritable dictionary. As poor Pat(ricia) trembles in fear from a letter from the tax man, as the poor are pared to the bone and as the old and sick stutter through the winter, the IMF/EU scrutineers emerge smiling from the Merrion Hotel, nicely sated and ready to shave off another slice of Irish bacon.
Who told them to grub there? Stop laughing at the back of the Dail, now! It's time to pull the metaphorical sword from the scabbard and display a few heads on the railings of Irish Life. We are four or five years into this debacle and not a single person has resigned, been sacked or charged over the grand larceny of a nation.
We are all big boys, as they say, and we all know why. Those running the asylum were also loitering about with some intent since 1980. They are unable and unwilling to bring any of the 1pc to book.