Four legs good two legs bad |
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It's all in the way it’s said. “A vote for ‘peace’ is a vote for war” – “We want an end to all violence”. “Four legs good two legs better”. In the end of course no-one believes anything and anything is believable.
Election fever adds to the nightmare of what to believe and what not to believe in the end and the majority choose to believe whatever they like and vote accordingly – which explains the large volume of votes cast for people like John Hume and Ian Paisley. The bigger the lie, the more insincerely told – the better the effect. The British Labour Party we are told is to become Ireland’s saviours– yet the closer they come to power the more unionist they become. The British Liberal Democrats made no pretence about Ireland – their leader boasts of his “military” adventures here in Ireland wearing his SAS terrorists mask. And of course the good old Conservative party – the devils one knows is always better than the devil one doesn’t. Then Dublin comes into the picture. Good old-fashioned corruption. Tribunals and tribulations, makes big Ian and honest John seem innocent by comparison. Underlying all of this of course is the burning of churches, the beatings, the children shot by rubber bullets, Lurgan being the site of this latest rubber bullet atrocity – about all of this there is a conspiracy of silence. The “Peace Process” may be defunct but there’ll be pie in the sky bye and bye. No need to highlight difficult bits of news – stick to corruption, and paedophile priests and other minority pastimes – who needs to be reminded of the big picture – especially at election times. And when the election is over, everyone will be told what they really voted for. And of course as we all know whoever gets elected it will be the same old story – more of the same thank you very much – and roll out the red carpet for the victorious candidates –run up the union flag over Westminster – the boys are back in town – Croppy lie down. O’Connell, Grattan, Parnell, Collins, Cosgrave and Gerry Fitt move aside – you were only amateurs – a new dawn has arrived and it requires new men – courageous and daring and as full of it as the sheep in George Orwell’s Animal Farm – who bleated as the magic sentence was read and read again.
Four legs good, two legs bad . . .
Translated directly into Gaelic this of course reads:
I wish you well.
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