There's nothing accidental about Cowen's bad karma
SOMETIMES, as he battles against execrable fate like a rotund but still dignified equivalent of Chaplin's famous tramp, it is almost possible to admire the resilience.
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
Even now there are occasional teasing moments of hope. Four days before a phone call at 3.40pm last Saturday gave Brian Cowen 20 minutes to decide the fate of the Irish pork industry, it had looked as though the political scene was set for the great fight-back.