“Enda! For frig’s sake! Enda!!!”
Ah.
How I love our impartial Fianna Fáil Dáil Éireann Ceann Comhairle, Rory O’Hanlon.
In other news, today he seemed to get decidedly peeved with Fine Gael leader, Enda Kenny (aka “Inda”).
Dáil deputies seemed to get their annual bout of actually giving a crap about anything, and on this occasion, their unrestrained fury centred on the resignation of (former) Minister of State Ivor Callely.
All the bauld opposition T.Ds. rounded on our beloved Taoiseach, Bertie, when he insisted on discussing the budget; but his principled opponents were having none of it, no-no. It was all about Ivor, and they insisted on making their statements on the matter, with the ensuing kerfuffle resulting.
And Rory. Poor, poor Rory. There he is, at the eye of the hurricane - our lower house’s port in the storm, sanity in the madding crowd, arbiter of the ideologies. And all this is what he has to put up with. Sure, it’s no wonder he sometimes loses his cool and repeatedly sends opposition politicians - never government party politicians, though. Jesus, no - out of the chamber, to their SHAME.
Today, his fury culminated in some shockin’ - SHOCKIN’ - language. And it was Inda the Indefatigable who was at the receiving end.
“Enda. For frig’s sake. Enda!!”
Jayses. There’s a chastising, if ever I heard one. Inda should be appalled with himself.
