So while we Northerners might be shit at blogging (as evidenced by our complete lack of talent at the Irish Blog Awards), we’re pretty much in the top-5 for self-hatred, hatred of neighbours, hatred of foreigners, hatred of animals and hatred of things we don’t even know about. Judging by the young trees that line … Continue reading “What we ARE good at.”
So while we Northerners might be shit at blogging (as evidenced by our complete lack of talent at the Irish Blog Awards), we’re pretty much in the top-5 for self-hatred, hatred of neighbours, hatred of foreigners, hatred of animals and hatred of things we don’t even know about. Judging by the young trees that line our streets, the yobs up here hate plants too. That has to count for something, right?
I guess not. I mean, we’re a country of idiots as it is. We trumpet our great successes as something to be proud of. Our dead shipbuilding industry built the most famous wreck in the world which, of course, sank on the maiden voyage. We express our pride at an Ulster son who spent more time behind the bottle than on the pitch. We have one of the highest incidences of genetic dysfunction in the West due to having a low population who tend not to breed outside of their social groups (and woe betide any taigs and huns who get it on together). And now we’re the racist capital of Europe.
A few years ago, at the tme of the Holy Cross Bomb Blast, one of the commenters on the BBC ‘Have your Say’ section of the web site, made the following poignant remark.
It’s about time we built a high wall around
Northern Ireland and put up a sign saying
“Do not feed the animals”
To be honest I can’t disagree. Walking the streets near my home, it feels like 20 years ago because the people of Ballyholme can’t be bothered picking up after their dogs in the morning. I mean – nothing to me is worse than picking up after my own dog but we do it because we think of the consequences. When using the canteen at work, I notice the number of people who don’t bother cleaning their cups or who have emptied the remnants of their breakfasts and lunches into the sink (and these are meant to be educated people). It surprises me that there are such a number of animals in this country that they cannot even take pride in the areas they have to live and work in.
I’m sick of Northern Ireland. Deeply, viscerally sick of everything this country has made. Of everything this country has become. We inherited this mess from our parents and from their parents and it falls to us to try and make things better.
We’re completely outnumbered
That’s the unfortunate truth. For every individual that can see the problems we face, there are ten who don’t give a fuck, and worse, a hundred who are causing them. My own guilt at
not doing enough is beginning to eat at me. But what to do and where to start and how to fit that in with a day job, a night job and a family.
Which is exactly part of the problem.