The Dail portal
• I'm sitting at the dinner table at home but it's not the meal I'm having trouble digesting. It's the Budget. I'm a mixture of emotions – anger, frustration, but mostly I feel abandoned.
I look at my parents – both in their mid-50s and living off my mother's income from two jobs as my dad is on sick payments –and I think "property tax".
I think of my sister, who is married with a two-year-old girl and pregnant with twins. She is about to start maternity leave and her husband works as a care assistant on a casual basis. I think "childcare cuts and maternity leave tax".
I look at myself, I'm a 28-year-old unemployed mature student. Aside from a grant covering fees, the Government has offered me no lifelines.
I feel there is a magical portal between Dail Eireann and the people of Ireland. When you cross the steps of Leinster House, you must enter a realm of fantasy. I hear words such as "fair", "necessary", "recovery" and wonder how these are applicable to the Irish people.
I don't like to think where I would be if my parents did not provide a roof over my head and food because I get absolutely nothing in the form of benefits.
Where is the stimulus plan? Where are the think-tanks on how to kick-start failing industries? There are none because that's a lateral way of thinking and it's too hard.
Tax everything and cut expenditure. That's the way for survival, according to this Government and any other party that would step into the shoes of power in Ireland.
I can see all the politicians sitting in a resplendent chariot, in the lap of luxury, but there are no horses to pull it along. Instead, they have the people of Ireland, and they are not afraid to crack the whip.
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