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Twenty something and Irish

This week has most definitely been the epitome of ridiculousness in Irish politics.
Our leader (I can't possibly think of an adjective to describe him that will enable me to post this without a flashing warning) has played a game of political chess that would beat the most skilled computer.
He has created a coup, beaten the rebels, lost half his incompetent cabinet, replaced them with the remainder of the aforementioned cabinet, claimed his role as leader of the country and his party, resigned his role as leader of his party, and STILL maintain the title of Taoiseach (Prime Minister).
Now don't get me wrong. I admire his audacity. I do.
But I despise the immorality of the entire debacle.
The ministers who left were not going to be re-elected in March.
Well, the majority weren't.
So they have all left with quite a large severance packet.
Our hospital queues are longer than ever before (a friend of mine just spent 3 days on a trolley in A&E only to be told that he can't be helped in that particular hospital) yet our departing Minister of Health is receiving in excess of 300,000 euro.
Not only that, when she claims her ministerial pension AND her TD pension she will be on over 120,000 euro until death,
Yet, they tax pensioners and the unemployed with their new universal tax.
At the fine age of 20 something, I should be living a semi comfortable life.
I am lucky I have a full-time job.
I have a home.
I have a wonderful boyfriend who pays his way.
But my paypacket has been cut.
Dramatically.
And I don't earn much over minimum wage.
My healthcare costs a fortune but I can't afford not to have it.
I'm paying towards this ridiculous pension when I can't afford to even think of a pension of my own,
I wouldn't mind paying the 7% universal tax if it meant that the doctor didn't cost me 50 euro everytime I see him.
I wouldn't mind paying it if it meant that pensioners could automatically claim a medical card.
I wouldn't mind paying it if it meant that the country might actually benefit from it.
But I am SICK of being broke.
I am SICK of our leaders taking the piss out of me, and every other resident in this country.
There was a time when I was proud to say I am Irish.
I shouted it loud and clear.
I don't think I'm so proud anymore.
I'm a little embarrassed.
A little ashamed.
Not because of my fellow country men.
Or our wonderful isle.
But because we have allowed ourselves to be lied to and cheated out of a comfort that we work hard for.
This may be a rant.
But it has been building up.
Because I got a letter yesterday.
From the bank.
About a bank account I haven't used in about 5 years.
It was bitching about a 60 cent annual charge that I had let go into overdraft.
That was 60 cent, not 60 euro.
Our government has done this.
They squandered billions to save their asses (and failed)
and me?
I get 30 days to pay 60 cent.
Oh isn't it great to be Irish...

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