Call it prejudice or a chip on my shoulder – I call it common sense, but here’s my take: The admission that these people [used to?] use coke is a window into a bigger picture of their reality. What is for millions of people around the world the root cause of their suffering is to these privileged upper class shites a mere recreation, a good buzz that accompanies all the other privileges their wealth and social position affords them. Not even hiding it from their peers, they organise exclusive get-togethers in the most luxurious hotels where they can hire in all sorts of fleshly delights.
Her support of the hunt helps us to understand her position on foodbanks. She is quite unmoved by over a million people in the UK replying on foodbanks – almost half of whom are children.
Why, for example, would a people so utterly besotted with sugar and fatty foods – as many Scots have been (myself included) – reckon that only millionaires would slap a layer of caramel and chocolate atop their shortbread?
Perhaps if I lived out in the leafy suburbs of Dublin or out in the country with a couple of kids and a Red Setter I would be a fan of Saint Patrick’s Day. I don’t. I live in Dublin’s inner city and I am not a fan of the feast of Ireland’s patronal saint. … Continue reading Driving the Snakes from Ireland