Gene Kerrigan: 'Up to our neck braces in insurance firm spin'
Is that it, then? A moment of truth, a viral video - a day or two of outrage and we're satisfied. Back to business as usual.
Is that it, then? A moment of truth, a viral video - a day or two of outrage and we're satisfied. Back to business as usual.
Last week, it was like there are two versions of the human species on this island.
It sometimes seems our parents and their parents in turn - back to the creation of the Irish State - must have been cruel people.
Those of us who were paying attention will recognise the signs. We're being lined up for another episode of the old boom and bust drama.
There are a lot of broken hearts around, in the aftermath of the local and EU elections. A lot of bruised egos, dashed hopes and ruined expectations.
You go away for a while, these days, and when you come back there's the inevitable question: "Did ye see yer man on the telly the other night?"
It was easy to miss. In the days running up to Christmas, we've been distracted from the great issues of state.
Some people are upset because a favourite Christmas song is about to be banned. And they've been convinced that feminists and gays are grim people who want to take the fun out of life.
The "conversation" has begun. The "conversation" about Travellers and others who are routinely slandered in some of Ireland's most chic neighbourhoods, and elsewhere.
So, anyway, this guy Jamal Khashoggi, he walks into the Saudi consulate in Istanbul.
How do you lose a garden gate? We all know how easy it can be to walk away and leave a pen or a wallet behind. We might come back from a holiday without a phone charger or a pair of sunglasses.
Seven of the top lads in Hibernia Reit were due to be rewarded with a financial boost. About €21m, give or take.
On Monday, I switched on RTE radio and they were interviewing Gerard Craughwell. At length. Because he decided he's not running for election as President of Ireland.
Last week, The Sun, in a large front page headline related to Brexit, called Taoiseach Leo Varadkar an "airhead".
There are people who got quite worked up about the failure of the MacGill Summer School to include more than a handful of token women in its list...
These days, they don't even pretend. Ivan Yates is frank. Roll on chaos, let fly with the abuse.
You've perhaps seen it, the video of Leo Varadkar, with assorted Fine Gael mates, standing beside a busker on a Limerick street, singing along as the busker delivers a version of the Cranberries' Zombie.
So, I was looking for something on the internet, as you do. And I came across a quote, as you will. Then, having followed that up, I remembered something else.
In 1916 we took over the GPO and proclaimed the republic. In 1918 we voted for the republic. From 1919 to 1921, we fought a war of independence in the name of the republic.
Last week, our Taoiseach, Bruce Willis, kicked ass. Someone sent an envelope containing white powder to the Department of Health.
The new Garda Commissioner, Drew Harris, issued a statement last week on the events involving his Public Order Unit - those are the lads with the big batons and the masks. It was a transparently silly statement, but he had to say something in a hurry.
Three things to consider, all of them related: 1) Eoghan Murphy, Minister for Continuing the Tradition of Ineffectual Housing Ministers, and why the Dail should vote no confidence in him, and why it won't;
Hi, young people of Ireland, welcome to the recovery! Isn't it just wow!
Okay, we've two months to prepare. We could get all uppity and start protesting against Donald Trump daring to sully our fair land, but I can't see that stopping him. It wouldn't look right, the "most powerful man the world" afraid to come to Ireland because Richard Boyd Barrett might give him a nasty look.
In recent days, various politicians and public figures have asked Pope Francis to do two things: 1) acknowledge the reality of what his church did to children; and 2) put safeguards in place, not just in words but in actions, to effectively protect our children from his priests, bishops and cardinals.
If there was no Repeal the Eighth Amendment campaign, the past five months would still have been emotionally exhausting. It remains an extraordinary period, and a depressing one.
Whichever way the vote goes this Friday, that won't be the end of it. The forces contesting the referendum on the Eighth Amendment aren't going away - neither side.Whichever way the vote goes this Friday, that won't be the end of it. The forces contesting the referendum on the Eighth Amendment aren't going away - neither side.
These days, the fairytales come in threes. Our Fianna Fail friends are currently pointing to Bertie Ahern's claim to have "cleared my name". And we'd be blessed if he allowed us make him President.
Most people who have reservations about repealing the Eighth Amendment recognise abortion as an issue of conscience. They recognise that others, people as serious and thoughtful as they are themselves, have different views.
Was it Vladimir Putin, a man with a thuggish history, who gave orders that Sergei Skripal and his daughter Yulia be dosed with a horrific nerve agent?
Mostly, journalism is about day-to-day stuff. Sometimes it's about the big things. An example of the latter was the Boston Globe's 2001 campaign on child sexual abuse.
This Doonbeg thing, it's Irish politics in a nutshell. The ineptitude, the deceit, the two-faced playacting, how the rules are just for the little people...
You know how it feels when you see a Magnum ice-cream? Probably you think - oooh, nice, but I shouldn't. Probably, we all feel something like that about all ice-cream.
Inevitably, when The Irish Times poll showed Leo Varadkar hitting 60pc approval, the alternative media struck back.
We were running. All of us were confused - lawyers, gardai, journalists, members of the public - we didn't know which way to run.
Do we really have to face yet another year pretending we don't know what's wrong with the hospitals? Because that's what we're doing now - we're pretending we don't know what's wrong.
These days, we've got used to the end-of-year arrival of a flock of books that assess political and current affairs. They're an alternative to the incessant torrent of news.
The Veritas shop in Abbey Street, Dublin, is a retailer of Catholic publications and paraphernalia. It should be alien territory for a long-time non-believer, but nostalgia brings me there most Christmases, usually to buy some candles.
Last week, at the Oireachtas Finance Committee, there was some rage about "unscrupulous" behaviour by bankers. Turns out thousands of people on tracker mortgages were "ripped off".
The first thing most "sensible people" agree on this weekend is that it would be damaging to have a general election just now. The second thing is that this email to Frances Fitzgerald is a trivial matter, and hard to understand.
It should have been a good week for Fine Gael. The Brexit carry-on gave Varadkar a chance to look good by comparison with the clowns who currently govern the UK.
You can't, as Sir Michael Jagger used to sing, always get what you want. Last week, a chap with illusions that he has a talent for burglary was sentenced to three years, at Trim Circuit Court.
The crime, the corruption and the social evils are coming at us in waves. And the very expensive defences we have in place to protect us have turned out to be bugger all use.
Last Wednesday, Leo Varadkar publicly rejected responsibility for those paid to speak anonymously on behalf of his Government. These "spin doctors" and their mouthpieces, paid agents of the Government, can now tell the media any nonsense they want to spread, with no ministerial responsibility for their actions.
There are good things and bad things about the Belfast Agreement, but anyone treating it as a political poker chip is gambling with other people's blood. And that seems to be what went on last week.
You've heard of the "Deep State"? It's an allegedly sinister hidden state-within-the-state, up to all sorts of carry-on. Intelligence agencies, groups of higher civil servants - that kind of thing.
Credit where credit is due. It's uplifting when politicians do what they say they'll do. It's worthy of note when the Taoiseach, for instance, recognises the dreadful plight of children in pain and does something about it.
Remember the good old days? Remember when Dublin councillors wore a groove in the O'Connell Street pavement as they left their meetings and waddled around the corner to Conway's pub to collect their backhanders?
We were told last week that the guards have created another half-million imaginary breath tests. That's "unbelievable", said minister Denis Naughten.
In May 1921, with the State not yet formed, WT Cosgrave, Minister for Local Government, 1916 veteran, future head of Government and one of the founders of Fine Gael, wrote about the poorest of our nation: "They have no ideas whatsoever of civic responsibilities. As a rule their highest aim is to live at the expense of the ratepayers. Consequently, it would be a decided gain if they all took it into their heads to emigrate."
When it comes to grand announcements on the state of the nation, and predictions about economic recovery, some of us are inclined towards scepticism.
Just six years ago, people in their early 30s made up the largest group within the homeless. It's a horrible way to have to live, but most adults can at least try to steel themselves against the dread that envelops such a life.
The low point in last week's Kevin Myers circus was, for me, the moment he went on BBC Radio 5. Myers climbed down into the hole he'd dug for himself, took out his trusty shovel of contorted rhetoric and proceeded to dig.
To spare his blushes, we'll call the man Paddy Murphy, though that's not his name. On February 20, 1997, he and his partner and their three-year old son approached Kealfadda Bridge, in West Cork.
Heaney is handy. If you're a political leader with a featherweight image, and you need some gravitas, it helps to flick through a volume of Seamus Heaney's poetry.
For some time, humiliation has been part of the job description for members of the Irish establishment. The pay is still good, and you still get to wag your finger at the common herd, but the position has lost its moral swagger. Because they know that we all know what's going on. The remarkable thing is the extent to which the Irish establishment brought itself into disrepute.
There are times when the mask slips, and this is one of them. While Fine Gael and Fianna Fail were squabbling over the appointment of a judge, they disclosed some rather startling things we're really not supposed to know.
May God forgive me for what I'm about to inflict on you, but in a moment it will be necessary to replicate some praise for our new Taoiseach, Leo Varadkar. It won't take long and you might even enjoy it, in a quirky, masochistic sort of way.
It's hard to know who has looked more ridiculous since the results of the UK general election started coming in. There's great fun to be had watching shocked Tories circling one another, deciding which back to stab first.
It'll be all right, won't it? Eventually? Let's say five years from now, we won't be having one crisis after another in basic services, will we?
When Sean FitzPatrick walked free of the charges against him, wild allegations flew.
Ok, complete the following sentence: "I'm really glad Leo Varadkar was Minister for Transport from 2011 to 2014, because otherwise . . ." Take your time. Search your memory.
For politicians in heat, words are dust to be thrown in the eyes of others, while they position themselves for victory. And during any election, truth is a handicap. So, never mind what they say, watch what they do.
Siobhan Phillips was a vulnerable woman. In October 2015, Garda Tony Golden was murdered trying to protect her. Dara Quigley was a vulnerable woman. A month ago, when she was at a very low ebb, utterly defenceless, a video of her plight somehow emerged from Garda custody. It was displayed for the world to see.
Yesterday, Enda Kenny's second government was a year in office. And, about two weeks ago, Enda finally managed to beat John A Costello's record and become the longest-serving Fine Gael Taoiseach.
Last Friday afternoon, I went online to the Department of Social Protection's website - welfare.ie. There, I found the fraud tip-off page. A glaring red warning sign said there are criminals "cheating welfare". It says that last year the department saved €500m "thanks to people like you".
You will not be surprised to hear that in 1968 Fianna Fail tried to pull a fast one. At any given time on the calendar, since 1926, the chances were that FF was trying something on.
Want to hear about another Garda scandal? It features a petty criminal we'll call Paddy. And it tells us why and how the Garda crisis just gets worse, with no serious effort at reform.
There's a bit of a political fight coming up. On the face of it, it's such a stupid issue that no sentient creature should have to spend more than three seconds thinking about it.
Did the Irish media keep people ignorant of a brave lecture on immigration that Enda Kenny delivered to Donald Trump in Washington?
Enda goes to Washington and Trump says: "You know how Farage is my messenger boy in the UK? I want you to be my messenger boy in the EU - are ya up to that?"
The evidence is there, beyond any doubt: they knew from August 1927 that the babies were dying at a terrible rate. And they were cool with that.
Enda Kenny faces a small but potentially embarrassing predicament. And no one dares mention it. Let's do so.
Talk about bad timing. There are important things happening - real moves within the machinery of democracy.
Political journalism has of late entered a fog of fantasy thicker than any I can remember.
Here's a quote from the current political debate about the Garda whistleblower scandal. It's from Martin Heydon, no less - the chair of the Fine Gael Parliamentary Party.
Could happen, I suppose. You're copying and pasting material within a child abuse file - we're not sure why that was happening, but let's see where this goes.
You'd almost feel sorry for Enda Kenny. If he bends to kiss the ample hindquarters of Donald Trump, we'll sneer at him.
Poor Shane Ross. In the week to come, Fianna Fail is about to get terribly concerned about the state of Bus Eireann.
We're told we're now in a "post-truth society", where facts don't matter. You promote your politics through bluster and lies, and when you're caught lying you deny you lied and immediately repeat the lie.
It's all connected. They're reported separately, in different parts of the media - news pages, political analysis, business pages, court reports, property pages - but it's all connected.
It's hard to feel sympathy for Simon Harris, but it was unavoidable last week. There's something pitiful in the sight of a person of high office in obvious panic.
Suppose Jesus Christ came back. How would that work out in today's Ireland?
So, it was a good week for Simon Coveney, yeah? And a bad week for Leo Varadkar? Simon's edged ahead of Leo as the would-be FG leader, huh?
Last week, Fine Gael TD Alan Farrell smeared two Sinn Fein TDs, under Dail privilege. He did this by associating them with murder.
In recent days, many from the political and social gentry have been agonising about Irish Water. We've heard what TDs and ministers have to say. Academics and other experts, lowly columnists and startlingly well-paid broadcasters have all had their turn.
This happened last Thursday. It's on the official record of the Dail - page 15, for November 24, 2016 Leaders' Questions. If you can stomach it. You think they've learned, you hope they've learned, and then you look at what's happening - and you know that for them it's not about achieving things; it's about keeping the show going.
What will President Donald Trump do after he's inaugurated on January 20? Rhetoric aside, what will the American right, now in total control of the Presidency and Congress, actually do now that they're sweeping into power?
After what happened last Friday, it's tempting to conclude that it doesn't matter who wins the election on Tuesday, to become the President of what Americans insist is the Greatest Country in the World.
We who work in the media love political set pieces. And we're already into the one that's going to entertain us for weeks, if not months: the change of party leader.
Last Thursday the Government crossed a line. It let us know that certain crimes are tolerable. It did so almost casually, with no hint of shame. The Fianna Fail "opposition" went along with its Fine Gael partners. As did the "independent" ministers. This State has chosen to engage respectfully with criminals. Not with all who break the law, but with a chosen few.
Well, they're certainly not over-modest, you can say that about our current leaders. Last week, two of them, Paschal Donohoe and Michael McGrath, were so overcome with their own sense of mission that they felt the need to portray themselves as saviours of the nation.
It's now five months since we found out that the Garda Commissioner, Noirin O'Sullivan, made a very serious allegation against whistleblower Sgt Maurice McCabe.
These days, to be an intelligent supporter of Fine Gael is to experience a high degree of embarrassment. The level of political competence, whether among the old heads or the new, ranges from the comic to the farcical.
They've been buggering around with the A&E debacle since Mary Harney announced a "national emergency" in 2006. Ten whole years ago.
Once upon a long, long time ago, I attended a court case in which a bank sued a businessman. The man hadn't paid off a term loan. Interest had pushed the debt up to £36,000 and the man wasn't happy with the interest he'd been charged.
What is going on? Big things, obviously, things that will affect this country for generations. But a lot of it doesn't ring true.
You want to get out of paying taxes? We'll tell you how it's done.
Now, let's be fair and balanced about this. On the one hand, it's no joke. I mean, a 71-year-old pillar of Irish society arrested in the nip in a Brazilian hotel, in front of a TV camera. With armed cops swarming all over the joint.
Yes, there are a lot of very important things that are seriously wrong with Irish politics and politicians.
Did you see the knife going in? Last Tuesday, as the Trump presidential bid seemed on the verge of imploding, Barack Obama spoke softly. He appeared at his most thoughtful. In truth, he was being vicious, partisan and unforgiving.
Fair play to the Spaniards. Last week, they got fined by the EU because they broke the rules on fiscal deficits. There's nothing that upsets Brussels more than someone breaking the rules on fiscal deficits.
It's quiz time, folks - let's see how knowledgeable we are about the current state of political play.
The rest of the world may be reeling from bad news, but last week we got the best economic announcement in the history of the State. I'm no economist, but the people who know about these things suggest we got the best economic news any country has ever received.
You'd almost feel sorry for Enda Kenny. There he is, securing his place in the history of this great little nation, and right in front of him Fine Gael is interviewing candidates for his job.
About three million people marched in Rome that day, February 15, 2003. Half a million in Paris, another half a million in Berlin, more than a million in London. In Dublin, there were over 100,000 of us.
The threat to shoot me came in a phone call to my home from some eejit trying to sound like a character from The Godfather. This was back in the late 1980s, when I was working for the Sunday Tribune. It was chilling - for about 30 seconds. Then, common sense kicked in.
They couldn't conceal their anger. The EU chieftains, caught by the TV cameras on Friday morning, were shocked and they were furious.
You can smell the panic: from Washington to Downing Street, from Strasburg to Leinster House. Things are not going according to plan.
And who, I hear you ask, is the Abraham Lincoln of Irish gays? Is it Enda Kenny or is it Micheal Martin?
Probably my favourite moment in Irish sport was when Roy Keane scored a late try against Real Madrid in the final furlong of the Pro-Am steeplechase at Wimbledon in 1979.
What did the Garda Commissioner know, and when did she know it?
So, how's it going, then - the 'New Politics'? Politicians have listened to what the people have said and they've resolved to "do politics differently". None of the old self-serving manoeuvres, none of the old party-first cynicism.
Clare Daly was driving in an unfamiliar part of south Dublin and took an illegal turn. The gardai stopped her and decided to breathalyse her.
The odds are you didn't even notice - but last week, they did a job on you. Some very smart people did a job on your perception of what's been happening.