Ireland is my ancestral homeland; well, 3/4 of my ancestors, anyway. I reportedly have some French and English, too.
But I digress.
I’ve been actively discussing financial matters in the comments section here. Pulled out all the heavy rhetorical guns I know of. Don’t know if I’ve hit anything. My aim may not be as good as it used to be.
I’m tempted to say that if I can’t convince the Irish, of all people, that it’s time for a jubilee, the situation is probably hopeless. But at this point desperate and hopeless and I are old friends, drinking buddies who stumble forward holding each other up, somehow inwardly certain that hopeless will soon reveal himself as an imposter.
Update: Yes, hope springs eternal. From a fellow commenter over on that Irish blog:
And yes to fix that error will not be ‘fair’ or even close to it – but I think the tide is slowly turning – the ordinary folk are beginning to realise that unless we help our neighbour, there’s no hope for me either.
Indeed. We sink or swim together, and we’re on the fucking Titanic.