Political spiel is a vastly different language to the one we all know and love
The DUP is back up on the high horse looking down like King Billy at the Boyne.
We all have our troubles. The talks about the reopening of the Assembly in Stormont are going on in the North again this weekend and deadlines have been missed. If I missed as many deadlines as the northern politicians, I would have been fired years ago. The row is over civil rights. The Irish language is our native tongue, yet our people in the North are being victimised, while just over the Border, Irish is an official language with Gaeltachts in Donegal. Freedom of expression is taken for granted here in the south. For many in the North, the lack of respect shown to our beloved language is akin to banning people from playing Gaelic football and hurling.
Irish is the richest of languages. Some of the most wonderfully vivid literature ever penned anywhere has been written in the Irish language. Spoken Irish is expressive and mellifluous. The DUP has never really tried to understand why it is our people in the North are so passionate about our native language. There is a serious and worrying lack of respect and intellect.