There's a lot to cry about at the moment. You could cry about what they've done to our country. You could cry about the fact that the new Government is turning out just like the old one and we have run out of alternatives.
You could cry about the fact that all of us and practically every economist in the world knows that Ireland's debt burden is sinking the country and preventing growth.
There is indeed plenty to cry about without having to go to Riverdance. But it is Riverdance that moves our apparently unflappable Taoiseach to tears. He admitted last week that every time he sees it, he cries due to "the power of the phenomenon of Riverdance -- ancient dance translated into a phenomenal and powerful message".
You could worry about this for several reasons. Firstly, the Taoiseach thinks that Riverdance is sending him messages. Those close to him should watch that. Hard to say really what message it might be trying to send -- that John and Moya are very rich?
It's also worrying that the Taoiseach likes musicals. Do you think he is one of those people who has seen Cats on several occasions? It begins to make Bertie's love of Neil Diamond seem positively arty. It makes Brian Cowen's love of numbers like the Lakes of Pontchartrain seem almost edgy.
And when Enda says he cries every time he sees Riverdance, this raises other questions. Just how many times has he seen it? And how come he hasn't developed a thicker skin about it at this stage. We could understand if he was moved to tears by it once. But every single time?
It represents a new breed of Taoiseach. Haughey, you would imagine, didn't have tear ducts.
Bertie was nearly moved to tears once, but that was by Tommie Gorman, who could move anyone to tears. Cowen might have shed a sentimental tear once or twice, but it wasn't in an auditorium watching Riverdance.
The Riverdance admission was the Tom Cruisation of the office -- akin to that moment when Tom jumped on the couch on Oprah, proclaiming his love for his wife. Much in the way that they say TV shows jump the shark, as they become increasingly less believable, the Riverdance admission last week could be viewed as the moment that Enda jumped the couch. Here is a man who thinks that Riverdance could save us, for it was to inspire our ambassadors in their selling of Ireland abroad that he made his tearful admission.
But what Enda needs to know is that it is not to Riverdance that the rest of us look to save the country, but to him. Only you can save us, Enda. We believed in you, we voted for you.
So maybe now you can take a powerful and phenomenal message out to Europe, Enda. We are sick of being led a merry dance by them. But if it helps to cry, if you think it might move them to stop the destruction of our economy, then, by all means, shed a tear for us.