Keep The Faithful

What a pitiful sight it is; the party worker, the party supporter hoisting the newly elected TD on his shoulder in the count centre when the results have just been announced. The volunteer party worker elated on behalf of someone else’s entry into the racket. Elation on behalf of someone else’s entry to the promised land of a hundred grand basic plus the same again in allowances for a hundred and fifty half days a year. The poor misguided volunteer soul and his emotional investment in the party man who is going to do the divil and all when he gets to Leinster House. He’s a breath of fresh air, he’ll shake up the old order. Four new wrought iron benches in the local park later and then; flatline. Until the count centre at the next election where the same red faced bottom feeding gombeen does the needful again.

The vicarious glee, post coital reverie; our new TD. Say nothing but there’s half a dozen brand new stainless steel bins heading your way shortly lads. Don’t mention it.