Showing posts with label Bertie Ahern. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bertie Ahern. Show all posts
Anthony McIntyre  A couple of weeks ago my wife drew my attention to a Sunday Business Post headline.

It stated 'Most voters don’t want either Adams or Ahern for the Áras.'

Slightly more people would opt for the former taoiseach over the former Sinn Féin leader in a two-way run off for the presidential election in 2025, but 59 per cent would vote for neither, the latest Business Post/RedC poll reveals.

It would be quite the contest, acerbic thrusts and acidic return serves, sparks aplenty. Not mainly because the unbridled ambition of both contenders will have each kick and gouge the other for advantage, but more due to the type of questioning each is likely to face in the run in. One will be dogged by questions about economic crime, the other quizzed about war crime. 

The speculation about their mutual interest in adding the Aras to their list of properties has been fuelled most recently by the reappearance on the political scene of Bertie Ahern whose membership application was accepted by Fianna Fail. This is something that was not processed as 'somebody here looking to join'. Considerable strategic thought was invested in that one before Party HQ gave the green light.

While it might at first appear mindboggling as to why Fianna Fail, dogged by scandal pertaining to financial impropriety, would court the embers being raked over once again as a result of what might seem an injudicious move. Cui bono? Fianna Fail might.

Welcome back Bertie might be seen as cute hoor maneuvering by the Soldiers of Destiny. The party's strategic intelligence suspects that the former Sinn Fein and IRA leader Gerry Adams is considering furthering his career ambitions by seeking the keys of the one place left open to him in his mid seventies, Aras An Uachtarain. Fianna Fail must also be reasonably confident that Adams would not get across the line on the strength of a vote in Ireland alone. Even if the North were to be allowed to participate the unionists would come out just to vote against him, cancelling out any top-up he might have expected from a northern nationalist electorate.

Adams has been persistent in trying to have the vote in presidential elections extended to the Diaspora.  Fianna Fail calculations are likely to be that enough Irish Americans could either be eye-wiped by Adams or simply don’t care enough about his past not to vote in huge numbers for him. In that scenario there is only one man to pitch against him – the former Taoiseach who acquired a reputation in the US as a result of how he helped usher in the Good Friday Agreement. Adams has already taken a hit in the US as a result of Patrick Radden Keefe's book Say Nothing. The issues raised in that prize winning work are likely to pipe into the mood music of any campaign amongst the diaspora, and Fianna Fail are certain to pump up the volume.  

For Irish society it will be a bumpy ride. Both men who would aspire to be President will have to lie about their pasts. Their mendaciousness will be played out in an international arena to the background of flashing bulbs and media scrums from which all sorts of embarrassing questions will be asked and uncomfortable accusations made. 

This society deserves better than a vanity contest between two huge egos eager to erase or rewrite their past, reinventing themselves in the process for their own good, not ours. Irish society needs a President who will promote it, not one who will use society to promote himself. 

By the time the next election comes around it will be fourteen years since a woman held the office of President. One compelling reason to think it time for another. Someone of the integrity of Bernadette McAliskey - because she has no interest in the pomp and ceremony of high office, because she never has been a career politician - would make an ideal president. Nobody is going to ask her about secret graves or secret accounts. And unlike the covetous Adams or Ahern, she would present perfectly as the Irish presidential equivalent of Uruguay's frugal Pepe Mujica. The voting public can decide if it wants radical dissenting women or cynical dissembling men. Faced with a candidate of the probity of McAliskey would the crowd shout give us the Barabbas Brothers?

If it is to be a two-hyena race between the former leader of Fianna Fail, and the former leader of Sinn Fein, Irish society, whether assailed by the stink of corruption or the stench of decomposition, will have as its man in the Aras, President Pong.
 

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President Pong

Anthony McIntyre  The juxtaposing of the names Ahern and Connolly captures the essence of an ideological dispute in Irish society. 

The Connolly Youth Movement’s bloated claim to represent Irish youth notwithstanding, the stance that it took yesterday in DCU during the awarding of an honorary doctorate to former Taoiseach Bertie Ahern helped crystallise what the polar opposites in this standoff actually stand for. 

The three Connolly Youth protestors stood four square against the accumulative avarice and self-aggrandizement that has come to be so identified with the brand of political leadership served up to the country by Bertie Ahern during his time in office. 

Reading from a prepared statement the protestors said:

On behalf of the youth of Ireland, our friends and our families, we as students and as members of the Connolly Youth Movement cannot be idle and cannot let an event like this go ahead unchallenged . . .  We are opposed to the celebration of a corrupt politician who ... ruined the lives of so many young people. An architect of the financial crisis which lost so many young people as a result of suicide and emigration.

Strong stuff but hardly a marginalised opinion amongst the more deprived sections of Irish society. How the protestors and not the former Taoiseach were booed by the body of the hall is perhaps best explained by collective stupefaction. Not for the first time in history did the cry Give us Barabbas ring out.

Ahern is an affable character whose hand I would shake and whose whiskey I would sip, but that should not immunize him from the type of resentment vented yesterday. The anger of the Connolly Youth Movement seems even more on the money as a result of the cavalier response it received from the former Taoiseach who described the protestors as having "nothing better to do this morning, so it was nice of them to come along and say hello to me.”

Dripping in crass class chauvinism, Marie Antoinette could not have said it more pompously. Obviously, Mr Ahern is determined to remain tone deaf to the concerns young people have about his political record, wholly oblivious to the harm caused, thus validating the protest against him.

The Connolly Youth Movement might be populated by young people but it is not a young movement. Formed in the early 1960s, but having gone dormant for around a decade, it has reemerged since the turn of the century. Currently it is aligned to a breakaway faction from the Communist Party of Ireland which calls itself the Irish Communist Party. I have zero interest in the internal affairs of the Irish communist movement. The Life of Brian imagery conjured out of splits to the raucous cries of deviationism invariably cause me to obviate between laughter and eyes glazing over. Might as well be the Westboro Baptist Church for all I care.

Over the past few years I have come to know some of the Connolly Youth. Despite negative depictions in the conservative blogosphere the vast bulk of them do not suffer from Histrionic Personality Disorder. They are not narcissists and attention seekers but conscientious activists who unfailingly put the shifts in. Nor are they, as again depicted by the right, puritans haunted by the Mencken thought that somewhere someone might just be having a good time. Having been on the booze with them, I can attest to their lighter side. Their sense of humour, lack of preciousness, ability to wind up and banter endears me to them even if I am not remotely interested in their political ideology. At least when you go out for beer with them they like to talk trash like the rest of us instead of tub thumping.

Being grateful that I am well beyond the age of thinking I know everything, it is uplifting to learn from younger people. In that respect I find that my daughter's non political ‘weirdo’ friends - as I often say to wind her up - are a source of insight, vision and perspective. So I enjoy the company of the Connolly Youth activists and feel safe in their presence whether at a rally or a leaflet distribution.

For this reason I am relieved that what they did yesterday did not expose them to the risk of prosecution, unlike on a previous occasion when they were ordered out to perpetrate brownshirt-like thuggery against political opponents.

Activists should be steered away from prison not into it.

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Ahern And Connolly

Irish Times ✏ Young voters don’t care about Bertie Ahern. They want to know if they’ll ever own a house.

The time when the white, male, Mass-going, homeowning, traditionally FF-voting public was the dominant voice in Irish society is long past.

When he was asked if he would consider a bid for the Áras in 2025, Bertie Ahern responded in his inimitable oratorical style. “Twenty twenty-five? Jesus that’s a long way off ... I have to stay alive first.”

The question should provide a nice distraction for the next two and a bit years but as far as the Fianna Fáil faithful are concerned, it seems almost moot. His much-vaunted return to the fold so far amounts to him handing over €20 to rejoin the Dublin Central branch – but to read about the party reaction to it, you’d think Oasis had just announced their reunion tour. 

The Fianna Fáil WhatsApp group reportedly lit up with joy at the news that he was coming back to the fold in some form; any form at all. There was talk, Jack Horgan-Jones reports, about a chance for Fianna Fáil to rediscover its lost swagger, reminders “of the days when we truly dominated Irish political life”.

Continue reading @ Irish Times.

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