Sure what can we do about it?
If the original Easter was happening now we probably wouldn't bother with the resurrection. We might do the crucifixion all right, because if there's one thing we like more than nailing ourselves to a cross, it's nailing someone else to a cross, particularly anyone with the gall to go against the grain and try and tell us a few home truths. But then we'd probably just shrug our shoulders, and figure, "Well. He's dead now. Nothing we can do about it." Fatalism. Literally.
The Irish Times were at it again last Friday. Noel Whelan telling us that another election would make no difference. We'd just get the same result. And we just shrug our shoulders and accept that we are where we are, with a government that isn't a government that doesn't really do anything. Shure, what can you do?
And Enda is still there. He was meant to be gone ages ago, on several different occasions. But he indicated he would like to stay, so everyone just shrugged their shoulders and let him at it. A bit like when he lost the election but he seemed so keen to form a government, we just let him do it. Even the thrusting young men who are supposed to be hungry to replace Enda seem to have no appetite to get rid of him. They just shrug their shoulders and say, "Leave him at it. After all he's done for us, he doesn't deserve to be pushed."