An Island Surrounded By Predators

For me this is an island staked with smoking mirrors, revolving doors of duplicity, to barefaced lies stripped of any pretence it is anything else but that. It is an island surrounded by predators in the form of banks and middlemen calling themselves bankers and politicians and anything in between. The most amazing thing about it all we as a people still do nothing about it, and by the looks of things we never will. That will be our ultimate failure for crime is encouraged by it.

Crime by nature is like a hyena prodding a wilder beast to see if there is any fight left in it or to see will it at least try to make a run. When there appears to be no movement or signs of life, the hyena soon realizes this is a feast of plenty, yet the wilder beasts outnumber the hyenas thousands to one.  Even a wolf would be confused by this turn of events. The same mantra will always apply: when are the people of Ireland going to stand up.

Anyone, no matter how ignorant of the facts of why we are in this financial abyss, could not fail to get very angry and outraged, unless of course they do not have a pulse, listening to the tapes of bankers not just laughing all the way to the bank, but are the banks itself. More importantly they were laughing at us. They had figured rightly that we as a people would do nothing about it. One can only marvel at their unerringly accurate prediction that not only would we as a people roll over and do nothing, but that the Irish Government would became appeasers and accomplishes in their crimes. The only mitigating factor for the Irish people was that we were kept in the dark until it was too late.

Our crime now is that we are still appeasers hoping to be eaten last; while we are still in that deadened state, rest assured we will.

Barry