Help me here. Am I paranoid? To answer you first must understand something about the Irish political system. The key point being that our politicians are nonentities, without convictions, whose only interest lies in ensuring their place on the gravy train through re-election. For the longer-standing ones the ultimate prize is a Ministry. The in-fighting to win the Ministerial Mercedes and the concomitant golden pension is ferocious.
Now with that in mind consider the case of American bull dyke Catherine Zappone who fetched up in Ireland a few years ago, complete with her "wife" and presumably a selection of her favourite dildos. She immediately jumped on the charity bandwagon and in the last general election the trendy constituents of her Dublin constituency helped her squeak into our parliament. As an Independent. Now normally Independents have little chance of being awarded a Ministry, the spoils invariably going to members of the dominant Government Party.
While this Government relies on a certain amount of Independents the selection of this newbie was mysterious. Unless you consider that she (or he - what do you call those freaks?) is a radical feminist with a stated objective to 'get mothers out of the home and into the workplace'. Where presumably they could meet nice bull dykes like Zappone and be introduced to a whole new world of fun.
Did the curtain twitch mysteriously as the Ministerial appointments were discussed? Just as it must have when that nation-wrecking poison dwarf Alan Shatter was appointed? The plot thickens when you consider that while Shatter was given charge of the immigration spigot Zappone has responsibility for children and the family (where she/he has become embroiled in probably the greatest scandal in the history of the State).
On reflection, no, I don't think I'm paranoid.

While this Government relies on a certain amount of Independents the selection of this newbie was mysterious. Unless you consider that she (or he - what do you call those freaks?) is a radical feminist with a stated objective to 'get mothers out of the home and into the workplace'. Where presumably they could meet nice bull dykes like Zappone and be introduced to a whole new world of fun.
Did the curtain twitch mysteriously as the Ministerial appointments were discussed? Just as it must have when that nation-wrecking poison dwarf Alan Shatter was appointed? The plot thickens when you consider that while Shatter was given charge of the immigration spigot Zappone has responsibility for children and the family (where she/he has become embroiled in probably the greatest scandal in the history of the State).
On reflection, no, I don't think I'm paranoid.