Entertaining scenario


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Jul 11, 2006
If, as seems likely, Cowen is either shafted by FF or agrees to fall on his sword, he will have to resign as Taoiseach. Under Art 28.11.1 he will remain on until his successor is appointed. There is no way that any new Leader of FF will have sufficient votes to be elected as a Lame Duck Taoiseach pending the January election so FF will go into the Election with Cowen in situ as Taoiseach and the new fella (hopefully a serving Minister) looking a right eejit.

The Opposition could not have scripted it better.


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Nov 19, 2010
My life fades. The vision dims. All that remains are memories. I remember a time of chaos. Ruined dreams. This wasted land. But most of all, I remember The Road Warrior. The man we called "Max". To understand who he was, you have to go back to another time. When the world was powered by the black fuel. And the desert sprouted great cities of pipe and steel. Gone now, swept away. For reasons long forgotten, two mighty warrior tribes went to war and touched off a blaze which engulfed them all. Without fuel, they were nothing. They built a house of straw. The thundering machines sputtered and stopped. Their leaders talked and talked and talked. But nothing could stem the avalanche. Their world crumbled. The cities exploded. A whirlwind of looting, a firestorm of fear. Men began to feed on men. On the roads it was a white line nightmare. Only those mobile enough to scavenge, brutal enough to pillage would survive. The gangs took over the highways, ready to wage war for a tank of juice. And in this maelstrom of decay, ordinary men were battered and smashed. Men like Max. The warrior Max. In the roar of an engine, he lost everything. And became a shell of a man, a burnt out, desolate man, a man haunted by the demons of his past, a man who wandered out into the wasteland. And it was here, in this blighted place, that he learned to live again...

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