By Helena Handbasket – September 9th 2020
There used to be a time when Irish jokes were a popular form of humour in the UK, but over the years such jibes have become taboo in the idiotic world of political correctness and the pathetic ‘offended’ culture of our era.
But let’s be clear; the Irish government is a pathetic joke and the Irish people would be incredibly idiotic and naïve to believe any utterances spewing forth from the lips of any of its representatives, and certainly stupid to find them funny. They are deadly serious in their lunacy.
In the Laurel & Hardy world that sits at the head of the Irish government, both Leo ‘Ben Dover’ Varadkar and Me Hole Martin are playing the starring roles in a farce of Three Stooges like imbecility.
They are the top clowns in the circus ring masquerading as a house of democratic principles formerly known as Dáil Éireann in which they preside over the most farcical chamber of lies in Irish history.
If this wasn’t so serious, it would make tears of laughter run down your cheeks, but then, no doubt, you’d be the one called mad.
So what have Laurel and Hardy decided next is in the best interests of the Irish people, to save lives and preserve the Irish way of life of course?
They’ve decided, in their immense lack of insight or any semblance of wisdom, that if they test enough people for a common cold, with tests which are at best 50% bogus and at worst 100% bogus, that they can declare the country is again in a crisis of life threatening proportions, so much so, that the Irish public cannot visit their beloved hostelries, unless of course they spend €9.00 on a ‘substantial’ meal. But apparently this only applies in Dublin as it would appear, by some twisted form of lunacy, that these morons have concluded that coronavirus doesn’t really think much of the beauty of the Irish countryside and will not be frequenting the humble rural pub; with or without a smoking area or a delicious €9.00 worth of bacon and black pudding.
https://www.irishexaminer.com/news/arid-40045649.html
The reasoning behind this is similar to the counting of beans. The logic goes something along the lines of…
We have beans…
We’re not sure how many beans we have…
Let’s count the beans…
Some of them are peas but we’ll ignore that biological fact…
We have a lot of beans which have the ability, given the right circumstances, to become more beans all by themselves with no soil or water…
Let’s declare that we’ll be overwhelmed with beans and they will take over the country in a ‘Day of the Triffids’ type scenario and we will all become bean fodder…
We will have to stop the growth of beans by stopping people who have no beans from visiting the pub or their family and friends…
Case closed…
We’re going to destroy the whole economy completely and blame the beans…
Surely it’s about time we had another golf outing?
Me Hole and Ben Dover are the archetypal bean counting crooks of Irish politics today and are clearly in the clutches of outside interests.
The simple fact, which any primary school child can tell you, is that if you keep counting beans, the total number of beans increases. It doesn’t matter if most of those beans turn out to be peas. You ignore that and count them all as beans claiming they have the potential to transform themselves miraculously into beans with no outside interference.
The thing about beans is that if you have a lot of beans, the chances are that you’ll have a lot of wind.
The brainless puppets of Me Hole Martin and Ben Dover Varadkar are certainly full of it.
