I’m hungover after yesterday’s general election here in Ireland. Both as a consequence of the exit polls and the two measures of Jameson I drank while watching the Six Nations in the afternoon. (Whiskey doesn’t agree with me, despite my enjoyment of it.)
The election results won’t be announced until Monday or Tuesday, but it’s already clear the wider population of Ireland ignored my wishes. (I’m starting to think this blog maybe isn’t very influential.)
Anyway, the Greens didn’t sweep to power. (I know—I don’t understand it either.)
It’s not all bad news.
As write this, exit polls put the three leading parties all on a shade over 22% of the vote, barely separated by the thickness of a ballot paper. I don’t think any of them give a fig about the environment, but one of them will head the new government and they might need the Greens to prop them up.
Although, when has power sharing ever worked out for the junior partner?
Do you think other people are more together than you? I do. Everyone is better organised and more in harmony than I am.
What if that weren’t always true…?
Yeah… Because hating on a 16-year-old is going to solve the problems we’re facing.
The hate Greta Thunberg (@gretathunberg) gets from some grown ups is despicable. I hope she knows there is a horde of us who hold her in high regard. She has unlocked hate in some, but for many others she has given voice to our own concerns and spurred us on to action. The world needed her and thankfully we got her.
I’m half Dutch. (Bear with me, I raise this here for a reason.)
The letters of the English word ‘nuke’ can be rearranged to form a Dutch word.
The word is very naughty and not the sort of thing I can write here on a public blog.
Let’s just say there is a brand of clothing that markets itself fcuk. You can work out the rest from there.
Either way, nature is, well … nuked.