In a week when Mary Lou McDonald increasingly appears to be undergoing some sort of existential crisis with her repeated and childish interruptions in the Dail looking ever more like attention-seeking stunts, it's worth voters taking note what scant regard Sinn Fein have for the normal political process.
The spurious notion appears to be that McDonald's antics are indicative of the kind of 'rebellion' either very young or frankly feeble-minded sections of the electorate are drawn to - the kind of people who think they're voting for Glasgow Celtic and the Wolfe Tones every time they give the nod to an SF candidate.
But any rational person should be able to see Sinn Fein for what they truly are - a pack of bullies with no economic plan who throw their toys out of the pram whenever they fail to get their way.
And there are people out there who think these people should be put in charge of the country's finances, not to mention our judiciary and police force?
Elsewhere, there appears to a nice spat brewing between Republic of Ireland international Stephen Hunt and RTE commentator, and Nordie Gaah fundamentalist, Joe Brolly.
In a piece last Sunday, Hunt made the point that no Gaelic player would stand a chance of making it as a professional footballer as they wouldn't be able to hack the training and, crucially, the rest periods required to make it across the water.
Hunt's piece was an insight into the almost monastic existence required of professional sportsmen and came in the wake of a typical Brolly spiel about 'role models' and the standards of behaviour of a handful of pros in England.
Undoubtedly irked by the Leeds midfielder's articulate response, Brolly took the usual GAA route of hard man blather and stated that he didn't imagine Hunt "would have lasted five minutes in the Ulster club final on Sunday".
Now, Stephen may not be the most skillful player on the planet but anyone who's ever seen him in action certainly wouldn't have him pegged as any sort of shrinking violet.
Let's see how this pans out as Hunt, unsurprisingly, is game for any challenge put his way.
There was good news for U2 fans with the likelihood that they'll be playing two (at least) arena shows in Dublin next November. Bully for you, if that's your thing.
Even better for the band, as Bono recovers from a serious cycling accident, was Rolling Stone magazine (a publication which ceased to be relevant around 1976, but anyway) naming their Songs of Innocence collection as best Album of 2014.
Really? A breathless piece described how the band "put their lives on the line" (Huh? Three years in the most expensive recording studios in the world surely isn't that dangerous?) to deliver "frank, emotional tales of how they became a band out of the rough streets and spiritual ferment of 70s Dublin". Ah lads.
Yes, there were plenty of rough streets in the city back then, some of them even quite close to Bono's home on calm, middle-class Cedarwood Road, but I doubt that Adam and the Edge's upbringing in Malahide was too risky.
And as for "spiritual ferment", what the hell does that even mean? U2 continue selling pups to Rolling Stone to this day.
And on the subject of pup-selling, Dublin-born artist Duncan Campbell scooped the £20,000 Turner Prize for It For Others, a 54-minute "essay film" which tackles such topics as the evolution of Marxism through the medium of modern dance, involves the use of ketchup dispensers and has a section devoted to the exaltation of a so-called IRA "martyr".
Campbell apparently "likes his works to be open-ended" which sounds to me like a code for vagueness. Where do I sign up?