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Luke ‘Ming Flanagan MEP

We don’t really expect much. An odd good summer and for the children not to have to take the boat when they’re reared. People are being told that things are getting better. People are not stupid. It’s getting worse.

I had to use a ‘local’ A&E the other night. We got a letter from our GP and headed for our destination with a screaming 7 week old child. Before we left we explained to the baby sitter that our other two daughters were not to use the tap water when brushing their teeth due to it being contaminated with cryptosporidium. We arrived at the hospital at around 7pm to be met by very helpful staff. We got in line. Baby still screaming. After an hour we got to see a very helpful nurse and were then sent back into a waiting room. After another two hours we were brought into an area to see a doctor. Baby still screaming. It was wall to wall with people on trollies. Some had been there for two days.

So what eh! Sure this is normal. After all things are improving! The war zone hospital scene in front my two eyes is this governments idea of improvement. Even Terry “twist it” Prone couldn’t find a collection of words to make this place look acceptable. The people on the trollies looked both sick and sickened. When you are sick you want at least to be buffered from stress. All I could see and feel was stress. Doctors and nurses trying to manoeuvre around a maze of trollies packed into corridors. Howya Ming said one man. “Ashamed” I said. We didn’t need to elaborate. Another man approached me and said “my wife tried kill herself last night with tablets”. The first line of treatment for this couple in unimaginable trauma was to be subjected to even more. Not even a space to themselves. I had felt more dignity the evening I was committed to Castlerea prison.

At this stage we needed to call home as our other two children would be worried. We called but failed as there was no signal. I went out to the middle of the car park until I finally got one but I still couldn’t ring as our baby sitters mobile was out of range. You see unless we leave the phones in one particular part of our house then they can’t be contacted. By the way we live in the middle of a town.

As it turned out our daughter was fine. With cryptosporidium in your water supply you never know. No matter how vigilant you are as a parent there’s always the worry that somehow the child’s bottle has been contaminated. The basic instinct of being able to run something under a tap to give it a clean is turned on it’s head.

We travelled home that night and both my wife and I spoke about the services in this country. You can’t drink the water. If your child does and gets sick then they must endure the torture of an overcrowded understaffed A&E. That’s if you can get there on time. You can’t ring home with news because the phones don’t work. When you try to get to and from the A&E you must put up with diabolical road conditions. When we got up the following morning we sent our children to a school with a pupil teacher ratio so high that crowd control is the best the teacher could possibly achieve. You basically have to teach them yourself when they come home. I pity the committed teachers who are expected to work in these conditions.

I hear the cry from government deputies that it is easy to be in opposition. No it’s not. It’s torture. It’s torture to watch everything falling around our ears while at same time our government tells us things are getting better. We are a warned about the sinister fringe. How much more sinister can it get than the way things are at the moment. While we struggle to provide basic services for our citizens we at the same time continue to bail out the European banking system. The interest alone on the odious bank debt is €1.6 billion per annum. So even when you pay to get services there are cut to the bone because the banker must be paid first.

The last few weeks have been inspirational. I have a hope that people are starting to expect more. Why shouldn’t you? Keep expecting and eventually you will get it. Keep it up. Bring on December 10th and bring this government to its knees. The alternative is to accept that barely surviving is the new thriving. Accept it now and you accept it forever.

Luke Ming Flanagan (Facebook)

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Funny poster boy

Two months ago I was called by one of my opponents regarding the idea of a poster free campaign.  I agreed and it was put to the other candidates. However they would not do so.  As a result the poster farce began.

During the 2002 general election Fianna Fail came up with a new snazzy type of poster which, as the campaign went by, changed from having a dark background to a bright one.  Very impressive indeed. But not as impressive as what my posters can do.

I have purchased posters which over time change from images of myself to ones of my opponents.  The names on the posters also change to that of my opponents.  I have contacted my supplier and they are baffled. They cannot fathom it.  They have suggested that maybe someone has been taking down my posters and replacing them with their own.  Surely not?

Just in case this happens to be true I have contacted the Gardai and they are investigating the matter. In one particular town the Gardai are checking CCTV footage to see who the culprits may be.  If the footage helps catch the offenders I will have to thank the person who is responsible for putting up the cameras.  Irony of the highest order given that if my hunch is correct it will be the same people who put up the cameras who have taken down my posters.  Maybe not though. Maybe my printers are playing a trick on me.

Luke is standing as an independent candidate in Roscommon/Leitrim
Luke Ming Flanagan

Pedigree, chum.

If one purchases a tin of economy dog food and replaces the label with one for Caviar then what do you end up with?  A tin of dog food with a caviar label of course. If one replaces the leader of a political party that has destroyed a nation then what do you get?  Well you end up with the same thing.  A party that has destroyed a nation.  Yet in the past when Fianna Fail have changed their ‘label’ to one that gave a veneer of something more tasty then their supporters have tucked in with great enthusiasm.  Will they do the same this time?

The latest in a blizzard of opinion polls suggests otherwise with FF only getting a bounce of 1% despite the fact that their leader’s satisfaction rating is now higher than any of their opponents.  Similarly on the door step I have not met anyone who has been particularly enthused about the label being changed.  Thank Christ for that.

So who will these former fianna failers vote for or will they just stay at home.  From what I have been hearing on the doorsteps the largest proportion of them who vote will go for independents.  Not necessarily because they like them but they would sooner die than vote FG, Labour or Sinn Fein.

As one Fianna Fail die hard put it “I regrettably have to vote for you”.  I’ll take that thank you very much.

(Luke is standing in Roscommon/Leitrim)
Luke ‘Ming’ Flanagan
(Mike McCormack)