Noel O'Flynn - that was the fucker's name. I remembered Noel but in the ten minutes of 'Prime Time' I caught last week Miriam O'Callaghan had neglected to mention his surname.
Picture this fella, beamed in live from the Cork studio, sucking lamb fat from his cheeks when he thought nobody was looking. Snorting back his own sense of amorality when he thought the mic had passed elsewhere. It hadn't. I heard it.
Now, I'm going to paraphrase this ten-foot wide piece of effluent because I can't remember it verbatim at several days' remove, so forgive me, but I have the gist.
Noel O'Flynn: "I totally disagree Miriam... And I think if you ask (disremembered journalist) you'll find that it was his shower that kept quiet on FAS all these years when they were being flown left, right and centre..."
Miriam: "But it was a journalist from his very paper that first exposed the FAS situation..."
Noel O'Flynn: "Well... Urrrhhh... (Slurp, lick, slurp)..."
Miriam: "Let's address the government expenses scandal."
Noel O'Flynn: "I am paid a salary of €104,000-a-year, and when you think of all the things that have to come out of that..."
Now this is the part that really fucking galled me.
"I have to come up from the country to attend the Dáil, feed myself, clothe myself, attend functions and that, Miriam, is before you even mention my constituency office and having to work locally..."
Pity fucking about him. It's been said on countless other sites, but why the fuck should we pay for this cunt's lunch every day? I certainly don't get my food paid for.
He has to come to Dublin to attend the Dáil (read as: attend work)? He has to wear clothes? Bend over and kiss the arses of financiers and property developers while simultaneously shelling crab claws in the Mansion House?
Of course, this is all completely moot. The clincher for me is the fact they chose to enter government, every pampered, cretinous, grab-all-you-can, fuck-over-the-populace, 'that rocket salad has a real kick to it' one of them.
They chose this life, and they choose to fuck us over again and again and again and expect us to thank them for the privilege through evening wear, bottles of Chateau Lafite and varied expensive items of cuntitude.
I'll leave the last word to my friend.
"I want the public to know that we want them to be happy."
This, of course, makes it all better Noel, you patronising slug of a man.