Ireland Today… What a State…
We used to be called the land of saints and scholars. Now we’re the land of potholes, half-built houses, crumbling hospitals, and politicians who wouldn’t know an honest day’s work if it bit them.
Families are drowning under the cost of living. You walk into the shop for a bit of bread, milk, and butter, and come out €20 lighter. Rent is a joke, mortgages are a nightmare, and young people are leaving in droves just like in the old days. They call it “opportunity abroad.” I call it being pushed out of your own country.
Farmers, the backbone of this land, are being strangled by rules dreamt up in Brussels and nodded along by our government. Told how to farm by people who never pulled a calf in their life. Meanwhile, we import food from the other side of the world. How’s that for “climate action”?
And let’s not even start on housing. Thousands of empty properties rot away while families are shoved into hotels and “temporary accommodation” that drags on for years. We’ve money for consultants, PR campaigns, and shiny vanity projects, but not for the basic dignity of a roof over people’s heads.
Healthcare? You could be dead before you’re seen. Waiting lists stretch for miles, ambulances are stuck outside A&E because there are no available beds, and front-line staff are burned out while ministers pat themselves on the back.
And yet, flick on the TV and you’ll see the same polished smiles and rehearsed lines: “We’re making progress.” Progress for who? Certainly not for the ordinary people carrying this country on their backs.
This isn’t the Ireland our parents and grandparents fought for. They built with nothing but grit, community, and faith that their children would have it better. Now their children and grandchildren are being squeezed until there’s nothing left to give.
So I ask… how long do we let this circus go on? How long before the Irish spirit, the same one that carried us through famine, poverty, and oppression, stands up and says loud and clear: enough is enough?
And as Granny Frass would say: “My dear, the politicians will tell ya the country’s booming… but the only thing booming is the potholes and their bank accounts. Don’t be fooled. Ireland’s heart is strong, it’s just the heads running it that are cracked!”
Mae🧡
UNDER THE WILL... OVER THE DRAMA... 
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