Fintan O' Toole reached out to us this week. He pleaded that all should consider attending the I.C.T.U march on Saturday, even if we didn't care much for the Unions: To cut to the chase Fintan; no sale. Put simply it is completely naive to think that the union leadership wouldn't use a huge turnout as ammunition for its only real goal, which is to defend the pay and conditions of its members, especially those in the public sector. In these crisis times unions have been in the vanguard of those appealing for radical change in society. That is at least partly polemical, as maintaining the privileged pensions and permanency of employment of middle income people in the public sector was scarcely a banner under which James Connolly would have wished to march. Yet S.I.P.T.U was one of the prime movers in the recent gathering at the R.D.S that attempted to advocate that there was a better way to resolve the economic calamity. It was curious then to hear one of their representatives Paul Bell on Newstalk with very impermeable priorities. Questioned as to the errors made in over staffing when the H.S.E was set up in 2004, Bell replied that it was his unions job to defend the interests of their members. So waste and profligacy are quickly prioritised when interests clash. On R.T.E in recent days S.I.P.T.U economist Paul Sweeney also evinced a non-holistic approach when disagreeing with Liam Griffin. When the noted hotelier made the arguable case that registered agreements led to casual staff being paid far too much on weekends, Sweeney glibly disregarded the thesis on the basis that the issue didn't bear any discussion when there were more malign fish to fry.

But this is fairly typical of the pronouncements of union spokespeople and their media acolytes like Fintan O' Toole. Indeed, as an aside, it was to some degree comical that comments were made that the Irish Times journalist should set up a political party in the wake of his latest book. Although the Irish Times Deputy Editor's current work contains many good ideas to reform the political system, it seems fanciful that he would do other than to try and influence the Labour Party/Union alliance from the outside. For he along with Sweeney and Bell are just as much members of an unreconstructed tribe as parish pump members of Fianna Fail and Fine Gael. Perhaps the distinguished journalist thinks that the public sector is perfect. But if he doesn't any of his writings about the subject ( except when talking about the elite public servants ) only paint them in a favourable light in comparative terms. It has also been tittersome recently to hear David Begg blast 'right-wing economists' declaring that their views are no longer worth considering. This is presumably the same David Begg who proclaimed as recently as two years ago, that a public sector pay increase was affordable.

Although the Croke Park agreement is safe for now, and for the record this blogger doesn't necessarily think it should be torn up, the latest I.C.T.U march is just another step in 'the game' that the unions play to maintain their place in the hegemony. It may seem fantastical now, but it's easy to forget that this time last year the unions were fighting tooth and nail against any cut in pay in the public sector. The left in Ireland likes to claim periodically that public discourse is completely tilted towards the right. They partly point towards the often intemperate rantings of such as The Daily Mail and The Irish Independent to prove their point. Yet in general the rhetoric of 2009 was very far from skewed against the public sector argument. How many times did we hear the outlandish theory that any rift between public and private amongst the populace was organised by malign forces in Government. The woeful administration we have had in recent years was capable of many things, but claims that they could orchestrate tension on The Frontline and Liveline, not to mention around people's dinner tables was conspiracy on an Oliver Stone-like scale. For the truth was that the unions played an absolute blinder with the cards they were dealt last autumn. The process was unfailingly portrayed as being the doing down of patriotic public servants at the expense of the profligate elites. Indeed this writer always thought it fascinating that the public sector managed to compare their lot to bankers and developers rather than their private sector equivalents. Why exactly was it just that wage increases awarded in an era the left itself declared unsustainable should be left untouched. The fact that not even their opponents ever argued that a reduction in public sector wages was actually the morally correct thing to do showed how 'the game' was so skilfully played.

And the next step occurs on Saturday. Those who have declared they weren't part of the problem will righteously march. Maybe even some of the acting community still doing ads in the media for the banks will be in attendance. Being morally pure post-Celtic Tiger is a tricky business. A notion many of us, who would love to protest, but not under a union banner, would, I suspect, attest to.

Well we are where we are. And I think it's important to point that out. It's also important to point out that a little piece of this writer dies every time a Government minister starts a sentence with that particular soundbite. It is perhaps an apt commentary of this administration in microcosm that they have to speak in such a controlled and handled way. One of the most astonishing aspects of recent times ( and, as you can imagine, that comes against pretty stiff competition ) has been that Brian Cowen continues to speak in gobbledygook. Surely his P.R people would at the very least have implored him to vent plainly as if he was in the Brewery Tap pub in Tullamore . Perhaps the answer to this riddle, although Eoghan Haris puts it down to shyness, is that the Taoiseach persists with the jargon because any return to plain speaking would inevitably lead to him having to deal with his terrible failings front and centre. So with the leader of our country still 'on ( gobbledygook ) message', and completely unwilling to face the calamity, the Government blunders on hoping against hope that there will be a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. When examining Fianna Fail strategy this writer is reminded of his own carry-on in Primary School. I didn't do my homework so my put-upon teacher requested that my homework for that night be signed by my mother: My reaction was to take the easy option, not do the homework again adding further to the snowball. Similarly our leaders bluster on like Mr Micawber.

For there is a lot at stake here. Principally the election after next, which, and you couldn't make this up, could be in 2016. If Fianna Fail keep the head down, avoid all metaphorical 'truth and reconciliation committees' then history tells us that the usual amnesia amongst the electorate will kick in and the soldiers of destiny will re-enter their Faustian pact with the electorate. An intriguing hint as to this alliance was given by Charlie McCreevey in the TV3 series 'Taoiseach' broadcast earlier this year. Answering the charge that he had been spendthrift in his spell as Minister for Finance, Kildare's finest rebutted by declaring that the Irish people had been promised that they would get the fruits of progress as pay back for the pain that had been endured in the '70's and '80's. Thus a political philosophy is laid bare: Hang those who naively think that policy should be made in a prudent manner based on current conditions. The understanding Fianna Fail have reached with their electorate is that in exchange for politicians being available night noon and day to sort out the medical card the politicians have to provide the sun moon and stars on occasion. The absence of a T.D in Donegal South-West in recent times is a good example of the place of politicians in the firmament. More than one Government representative, most recently Martin Manseargh , played down the issue by declaring that Pat 'the Cope' Gallagher was, by virtue of being an M.E.P, still in situ . In other words why do you need a T.D when the chieftain is still in his wig-wam. For in Ireland you don't necessarily wield power by being elected: You wield it by being elected, in one form of another, for long enough that you become anointed, rather like a mafioso boss.

So are we close to being out of this mess. Well no judging by the current condition in the body politic. Vincent Browne rolls his eyes when he notes that Fianna Fail are still getting about 20% in opinion polls. But the fact that Browne was ( latterly ) very friendly with Charles Haughey and so admiring of aspects of Bertie Ahern's personality indicates how ingrained some sympathy for Fianna Fail is. Kevin Myers stated that he wished no ill for any man more than Bertie when he resigned, yet is now comparing our attitude to Fianna Fail to that of a child to an alcoholic mother. It was a terrific analogy as the vast majority of Irish people have family and close friends who vote for Fianna Fail. People we admire and don't want to fall out with. But we are going nowhere as a society unless we recognise that tarrying with the Mr. Hyde side of our personality will only lead us to repeating the same mistakes. The actions of the eccentric Vincent Keaney recently in dancing on Charles Haughey's grave were objectionable. But unless we tramp the dirt firmly down on Fianna Fail firmly after the next election we can't begin to face our problems in any satisfactory way. The chances of that happening? Well if you want a good example of how skewed thinking in society can be look at Morgan Kelly's latest treatise in the Irish Times last week. Amidst all the apocalyptic talk about the economy he dropped in the little pearl that Fine Gael/Labour's economic record in Government has been worse than Fianna Fail. When someone who bravely called it correctly on the 'Celtic Tiger' is capable of such gibberish you really do throw your hands up in despair.

drugs in sport! does it need to take a chill pill

a presenter on newstalk declared yesterday that love or hate roy keane, you have to admit he's a good manager. this blogger would have thought it was too early to make that pronouncement, but on the love/hate issue, after being a former vitriolic critic, i'm beginning to respect the man.

to backtrack, keane didn't get my back up because of all that "traitor" guff. it was more that the public impression of him, even amongst many of his detectors, seemed skewed. there is a curious
habit in our society to link outspokenness and truthfulness. as if, just because you shout your mouth off about everything under the sun, you couldn't also be telling porkies intermittently. to my eyes keane was a quasi prima donna, who wanted everything his own way and desired everyone to be a clone of him, and who threatened to throw his toys out of the pram if he didn't get his way. now in management keane seems a much more placid figure, understanding of others, ( particularly referees ) and newly endowed, by way of a sun holiday on a road near damascus, that there's more than one way to skin a cat. his behaviour can be seen in stark contrast to his former master alex ferguson & arsene wenger who give the disturbing instruction to formative minds, that an essential part of success is to roar and bawl like man-children at anyone who deigns to cross you.

irish journalist joe humphries has recently published a book in which he laments how seriously sport is viewed in the modern world. after reading some of the reviews some of his criticisms seem a tad po-faced and hyperbolic. however for those of us, in this culture, who have our media choc a bloc with the immature ravings of successful football managers, it's best to pause occasionally and wonder does it have to be this way, and does joe humphries have a point?

the devil's music ( the honky version )

hilarious little bit in village magazine recently by harry browne about music programmes on lyric fm. whilst praising ( rightly ) the jk ensemble, harry had a dig at gay byrne's sunday serenade. gay's main fault was, wait for it, playing jazz that was, well, too white. gay unsuprisingly, being a man of advancing years never took "political correctness 101" which browne has obviously passed with flying colours.

i look forward, in the interests of balance, to browne's cut at d.j's on black u.s stations for not playing enough britpop!

crying because so much dislike is welling up

awful lot of crying going on by rampantly macho men recently. john waters broke down crying when that star in our firmament katy french died. more recently eoghan harris bawled when bertie defended grainne carruth's honour. from memory bertie seemed miffed when ms carruth was taken away from her children by the tribunal on easter thursday ( is that supposed to be a day of rest or something? maybe the taoiseach should blame inadequate child care! )

crying and talking about the act has now become a badge of pride for the erstwhile contributors of the late late. its not enough to break down in tears because of your feelings & beliefs, you have to also tell the world. for you see eoghan & john just feel so deeply & profoundly about their feelings ( mostly about hating "dublin 4 liberals" ) that not to cry would be cheating themselves, and putting an inconvenient veil over their self-righteousness.

adult peer pressure

the cheerleaders of property purchase haven't gone away you know. in one of his frequent esoteric contributions, the leader of the seanad donie cassidy informed that he felt it was incumbent on someone with his experience to tell young people that there is terrific value to be had in the housing market. you might think that uneasiness in the international economy and the drastically changed policies in the lending institutions would instruct our elected representatives that, if the game is not quite up, than at least it has to be put into abeyance for a time. donie's pleadings couldn't be a sign that, because of varying factors, the economy was allowed become incredibly dependant on construction, could it?

the law also in the last few "goldrush years" became an unwelcome irritant to progress. the dail recently debated the refusal of the outgoing minister for finance to close loopholes that allowed builders to avoid huge amounts of stamp duty in recent years. it was seen as politically prudent for the wheels to be kept firmly on the wagon and for the coffers to be deprived.

one of the least talked about public phenomenons of this decade has been that many purchasers have bought title to new property where corners have been cut in providing satisfactory title to new homes. purchasers solicitors know that if they raised too many awkward questions they would be informed that there were plenty of people in the queue under the property ladder only too happy to take their clients place. the existence of this foreboding staighre made purchasers very intolerant of any problems associated to the purchase of their dream home. in all this the law society have been nero like, throwing their arms up in horror at some of the practices, and informing purchasers that they shouldn't accept unfair provisions, whilst in practice doing very little to aid the situation, since a raft of provisions were declared illegal by the high court around 2001.

it may unfortunately be only when these homes start to be sold on in bulk down the track that the fun will really start.

the agonies of service

in one of the many tributes to brain ( Freudian typing slip? ) cowen on his ascension, brian lenihan opined that he shared with the offaly man the agonies on having to slip into their fathers shoes early, having to forsake a burgeoning legal career.

he makes it sound like young fianna fail turks are members of hereditary monarchies who simply have no choice but to serve, and rule over the great unwashed. one just hopes that lenihan( whatever about cowan ) is able at some stage in his life to reconcile himself to the great disruption that occurred, and his selflessness, and accept the lowly station that he occupies in the minister for justice.