More Tales From Wonderland

By Charley Brady

The words of that great Kris Kristofferson song, "Sunday Morning Coming Down" were going through my head the other day as I woke up, bleary-eyed and hung-over. Do you remember them?

"I woke up Sunday morning with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt..."

Only this was Wednesday morning and, no matter how much I've been on the tiles the night before I always seem to be famished. In this case it was two mackerel, some chicken pesto and some rather wonderful soup.

All was right with the world at this point and then I had to go and spoil it by checking out the news. And I began to wonder if it had all finally caught up with me.

I live in a world where betrayal and subterfuge are taken as given in these unenlightened and unethical times, but to see that out government Fianna Fail had shafted one of their own, for no reason that I can discern except that John McGuinness, Junior Minister for Enterprise, made a wonderful speech last September against his increasingly arrogant masters, hit even someone as cynical as me like a thunderbolt.

I really thought that I had fallen ass-over-teakettle completely down the rabbit-hole this time.

Mr. McGuinness took a stand and said things that the whole country has been saying against our corrupt government and for that he gets sacked?

Jeez, for once we had a man that was not giving into the malignant fraternity mentality that personifies the Fianna Failures. But this crowd don't believe in individuality. It's their way or the jackboot way.

At this point it is redundant to go on as I have spoken in this and other columns about their deviousness, crookedness and cold stonehearted viciousness. Now they're back to doing it to even those in their own ranks. Not for the first time, of course, but Mr. McGuinness didn't even get a reason for his demotion, although the whole country knows it was because he told a few simple truths about what is wrong with the people who are leading this country down the tubes.

But mark my words, this display of bullying personifies them and I believe that something good will come of it and that it will lead to a backlash against them that will ultimately bring them down.

Indeed, the amount of support the man has gotten across the board does, I believe, herald a change in even the ingrained thinking of the Failures.

Too much power can, in the end, be a dreadful thing and the likes of Brian Clown, Big Brain ("my aunties holding my hand") Lenihan and the dreaded Mary Morticia Harney have been hanging around us like some sort of fungal, disease-spreading cloud for far too long.

As one elderly person told me today, "Bejaysus, if I went into hospital and saw the Minister for Health standing over me I'd be begging for euthanasia."

Nice going, Typhoid Mary. You really have instilled confidence in people, haven't you?

And by the way, thanks for your announcement the other day on the consultants.

Now I'm not sure what consultants actually do but it's a relief to know that you've helped them in their pay to an extent where they're earning more per annum than the President of the United States is. And you did it with a big grin on your face. I have to kind of admire that - or I would if I hadn't seen so much of my own money legally stolen by you and your cronies recently.

I thought I had gotten over that and was thinking of a coffee before the movie I was heading for and then I had to hear about the monster Michael Bambrick being released after 13 years for what should have been, in a sane country, the death penalty.

He was let free from Arbour Hill Prison in Dublin after having butchered two women - one of them the mother of his own children - while dancing around in their underwear. He's happy to be out as he now feels ready to have his sex change. Who's paying for that, by the way?

Well, the poor thing has suffered after all.

Hey, this is Ireland. We don't punish criminals, we just bang them up for a short while, nurture, feed them and make sure that their human rights aren't being violated because if they are they will get a nice compensation fee out of it.

Never mind that horrors like Bambrick should never ever get out and since they are not what I understand to be "human" in the first place, can not have "human" rights.

Thirteen years for a thing that has admitted that he wore his victims' clothes while going shopping. I'm sure that when we hear of him again - and I don't believe that these sick bastards ever quit - there will be the usual hand-ringing and cries of "How could this have happened?"

Well, you can sum that up very quickly. It happened because somewhere along the line the Celtic fighting spirit found itself smothered under ridiculous laws that protect the scum and gives bugger- all to the victim

So. Let me get this straight: a nutjob who has been found guilty on two counts of murder after butchering, dismembering and skinning two women at his place in Clondalkin, Dublin, and who has admitted to wearing the clothes of the murdered women, is now free to get out and leg it for the UK in order to change his sex.

What part of this am I not getting right? I may not have gone to University like the geniuses that run this country did but I can understand right from wrong. It's not that hard. And this is just plain wrong.

As usual, these are my views and not the views of the paper.

And as always, I hope to see you again next week.

Same bat-time!

Same bat-channel!

And Damien Foley in Dublin! I realise now why you're such a hit with the ladies: you've stolen Colin Farrell's eyebrows!

You can reach Charley at chasbrady7@eircom.net