A-haa! A time when politics went totally Alan Partridge
The world has gone insane and it's our generation's fault, writes Brendan O'Connor. Maybe it's time to give the millennials their turn at running things
Sometimes, when things happen slowly and gradually, in an incremental drip drip, you can fail to notice that the world has gone completely crazy. Each day your tolerance for the insane is pushed a little bit further, the boundaries of your credulity are stretched. Each day, a new normal is created that is only slightly less abnormal than yesterday's normal. So we can fail to notice how surreal it has all become.
And then one day you turn on the news and you see that they've caught a bunch of Keystone cops-style Russian spies who were sitting in a rented car outside the Organisation for the Prohibition of Chemical Weapons in the Hague trying to hack into the WiFi, and you see that one of them had a taxi receipt for the ride from a GRU base to Moscow airport.
Maybe it's on top of seeing Theresa May's mortifying Dancing Queen routine but suddenly, you couple these things with Trump and Brexit and our seeming inability to do anything properly - we're having trouble organising an arts festival now, in Galway, which is pretty much an ongoing arts festival. But you suddenly realise that, through a mixture of madness and incompetence and an obsession with image and providing people with the constant dopamine/outrage hits they need, the world has turned into a circus, or at the very least, some kind of spoof James Bond farce.