The state the nation’s in is not our fault, says Enda, but we need to cough up to repair it, anyway, like a motorist rear-ended by an unlicensed juggernaut. And through the window of our finger-pointing, back-biting, scenery-chewing National Colossal Fuck-Up Support Group, peers a graceless, heavy-breathing doubt monster.

There’s blame, of course. There’s always blame. The initial problem may have blossomed in myriad directions, like an irradiated weed, but there’s still a root festering somewhere. That’s logical. No, what’s doubtful is the notion that this fuck-up can be fixed. Maybe it can’t be fixed because that root is too deep to be dug out. And we all rely on the soil around it, so we can’t poison the soil.

To permanently fix the issues that have led to this point, where all of us are suffering and accountability’s just a misspelled Leaving Cert subject, we would need a radical overhaul of the country. Its government, its state bodies, its collective mindset, its whole society. We’d be inviting Chaos in to trample on our Lego city and fuck its pretty bricks out the nearest window. None of us are ready for that. We want Change without personally having to change.

I’m not criticising this. I don’t want to personally have to change. I want things to be better, and I want to work at making things better, but I want to be able to control that process in such a way that I still have time and space to get up in the morning, make breakfast, drop the smallie to school, go to work...

That’s why things will not change.

Enda tells us that we are not to blame for this situation, where our government bludgeons us with taxes and sanctions and takes from us the things we worked so hard for. But in every recession, in every virtual dip in the virtual rollercoaster of virtual money, there are those who profit. This is no conspiracy theory; this is logic. There are people who are above States and Laws and Taxes. There are people who are dictating which rules the masses must bow to, so that they themselves can continue to accumulate and hoard. There has to be such people. If there wasn’t, why, that would mean that the governments of Europe are flailing around, managing virtual debt and virtual obligation to no fucking end at all, like massive apes throwing shit at one another because they can’t quite remember a time when they weren’t.

Who’s profiting from this shit-flinging? Who is stopping our elected representatives calling The Great Shit-Flinging Truce of 2011? Who’s fashioned shit-blinkers for Enda, and Angela, and Nicolas?

The Irish State is taking from its most vulnerable – children, the disabled, the elderly, the unemployed – to pay off a shadowy cabal whose motives Sheogorath would find perplexing. What is this? Sherwood Forest? It’s fucking ridiculous. We talk about the science of economics and how it’s necessary to prop up the banks so that the status quo can keep touring, as if the banks themselves, these inanimate objects wherein they practise the cunning art of speculation, are to blame for our financial serfdom. You can’t blame bricks and mortar for vampiric rampages. Bricks and mortar don’t feed.

On the other hand, we are the Irish State. We, collectively, have the power to dislodge our collective, stately head from the ethereal arse its searching for acceptance in, and repair our society. That’s logic, too, but logic is, by inverse nature, as easy to grasp as a bacterium between gloved fingers. Especially when we're encouraged to blame each other. There's no need to set the cat amongst the pigeons if the pigeons have been tricked into a suicide cult and are dunking each other's heads in the Kool Aid.

Any idiot can see that what’s happening right now, in the name of the common good, is fiscally short-sighted at best, Lovecraftian horror at worst. If we wanted to repair our economy, we would not be hitting the consumer, the taxpayer, the people who spend real money so that the world can continue running on the speculative dreams of investors, trading in futures and dealing wraiths to spectres. We are taking real money out of the pockets of real people to make up virtual money in a sphere chaired by masked men.

You couldn’t make it up.

We can all see it. Individually, we real people know that this is madness.

There’s no doubt there’s something in it for Nicolas and Angela and Enda. None are working for the people they were hired to represent.

Did we forget the definition of treason, or something? Have we retired it as a concept as well as a crime?