As political parties try to score points against each other in the appointment of a young man to a board – who are they trying to fool?
For any politician to say ‘it’s Fine Gael business’ is naive to say the least in this day of instants and where lip-readers can bring the dubious remarks made by an equally naive PM to the masses in seconds.
It really illustrates how stupid they perceive us. And we are absolutely not.
I was reminded of a train journey made earlier this year between Marrakech and Rabat or rather from Rabat to Marrakech.
First of all the story of the journey north when my friend and I had a pristine six-seater compartment to ourselves. This was first class, cost less than Twenty Euros and the food served on the trolley was fresh, so tasty and presented in pristine paper wrappings.
The journey up was an education in the changing landscape and an education too, as my environmentally enlightened friend pointed out, of the horrendous method by which rubbish was disposed of – merely ploughed into the land.
It was also an education for two older females travelling alone as we were propositioned by a very handsome young man who spoke French to my friend – asking for her phone number – whilst managing to wink at me and blow kisses to me whilst said friend’s head was turned in the other direction.
There are two train stations in Rabat and our pimp advised us to get out at the wrong one! He departed from our carriage before the train reached Rabat and we don’t know if he got off the train or had seen more quarry in another compartment. Another very handsome young man, almost a carbon copy of the first, chose to sit in our compartment within minutes of the first’s departure.
Our day was saved by a third and very studious young man with briefcase and laptop and perfect English who explained we still had two stops before our final destination. The second young man vanished as we were explaining our predicament to the third.
Our compartment was full on the return journey as it was a public holiday, I think Mohammed’s birthday. The IMF shared our compartment on the return leg together with two local businessmen.
The Canadian couple were employed by the IMF to investigate money laundering. When they learned that we lived in Ireland, they said, ‘Well Ireland has done very well. You have sorted your economy.’
Of course they were quickly informed of the knock on effects and the hardships ordinary people were enduring, the amount of suicides, the stress of people losing their homes, whole areas with no young people between 18 and 30. They did believe us and were concerned.
So who are the politicians trying to fool?
I think it is set, game and match, and perhaps game over. There’s no free channel for the lies any more.