Letting The Side Down

Today throws up another great example. Mick Wallace wants those involved in the politicking racket up there in Dublin 2 to agree to a rearrangement of their six week summer holiday to take in the group stages of Euro 2012. Mick has been vilified from all quarters. The last thing those involved in the racket want is someone breaking ranks, letting the cat out of the sack.

Mick has been there less than a year and in that spell has quite rightly established that it does not matter a damn who turns up and when. And it won't matter next May, June , July or August just like any other May, June, July or August. Mick has recently migrated from the world of contracting where there is a strong tradition of the individual being expected to do something useful in return for being paid. So from where Mick is standing it must have seemed perfectly reasonable to ask for a bit of choreography in this regard.

But what Mick, in his naiveté, is forgetting about is optics. One look at Mick would confirm that he might not be a great lad for the optics. But the shower he’s surrounded by now love the optics, they live for the optics. So Mick was greeted with disdain in his perfectly reasonable request that proper status be afforded to the most important couple of weeks in our modern history.

Mick has been condemned by the commentariat who still have the horn for the daily ritualized bullshit that goes on up there. He has been roundly condemned by his colleagues in the racket who are collectively hell bent on never giving the slightest hint that what they are involved in is essentially grand larceny.

Mick oh Mick, call yourself a parliamentarian? Play the game mate.