Dear Mr. and Mrs Ireland

By Robin Hind

Dear Mr. and Mrs Ireland

I have been watching you protest along the banks of the Liffey. Have you any idea how ridiculous you look, protesting against yourselves?

“We want more money”, you say, and the “government must provide it” Are you all mindless? No government has ever had money in modern times. They use your money.
So now you are all knocking your heads on the wall asking for more money from yourselves !

Your fault was to believe the bribery of government. “Vote us in” said the politicians. “We will give you something for nothing. Money for your retirement! Free insurance from the catastrophes of life!” Then that nasty little bit of corrupt deceit “ Vote us in and we will take money away from those who have earned it, and give it to those who do not earn ! Vote us in !”

Are you now that stupid, Mr. and Mrs Ireland that you would allow the conman on the corner to promise you something for nothing, with a reassuring “just give me a weenie bit of your money first, say like a down deposit, and I will give you riches !” Have you really allowed yourself to be trapped, like a herd of goats, in that way?

Your Ireland has limited resources, and when the resources shrank in the Famine, your Irish people died. And yet you have been giving away your land space to aliens, given away part of your share to outsiders who have failed their own lands. Do not blame them - they heard – the way people do – that the Irish were giving away their land space, and their money (that part is called “benefits”) for free. “Come to Ireland, make a baby, and you are in for life !” has been the call which we have heard echoing in the far corners of the desolate continents of the poor world. So you have been giving away your patrimony, and are now stamping the angry foot on every-one else’s toes !

I notice that you brought you own baby riding on your back to the protest, perhaps to try to twist someone’s heart?. Poor little mite – did you ever think of saving for her?

You are the ones who have been living the Life of Riley, travelling the world, holiday houses, glamorous motor vehicles, and borrowing, borrowing, borrowing. Does it still not occur to you that borrowing would need repayment?

Now is payback time, but you suddenly realise that you cannot pay back. So you shout and scream, and stamp your foot, and hit your head on the wall, protesting against yourselves.

Robin Hind.