I do NOT know what to do. Have to vote today - have to - and don't like Fine Gael any more than Dick does. Our union circulated a PDF outlining what FG plans to do to the education system, and they also promise to "take on the unions". A vote for Fianna Fáil (Fianna FAIL, who foyled the country up totally) is unthinkable, except: Micheál Martin is a good man who might be able to rebuild the party into something that bears a resemblance to decent; while seeing Enda Kenny get into power is a prospect too dismaying to even type. A dead Fianna Fáil is not necessarily good for us, though there's no argument that we need a transformed and uncorrupt one. But first there has to be something there to transform. Stolen horses and shutting the barn door (just when it might be advisable to leave it open, even a teensy crack?) is a dilemma for many of us.
I am SO SICK of everybody in the media saying how people "didn't know" what was happening at the time. We bloody knew. So did a lot of people. Even a few brave radio/TV folk, whose words got lost in the general rush to spend phantom money on non-exportable goods of fluctuating value. We used to make sour jokes about watching the lemmings race each other over the cliff's edge. Trouble is, they dragged us along with them.
This broadcast makes for interesting listening. It's a dramatised documentary about the whole mess, though in the opening scenes it annoyed me by once again spinning the "nobody knew" yarn.
It's on BBC Radio 4 (which means it should be available world-wide) for the next 5 or 6 days: