No better than the drug dealers

WASN’T there once a time when anyone who “interfered” to help a victim of domestic violence was told to mind their own business, not only by the abuser but usually by the gardaí and the local priest too?

Eventually, as a society most of us evolved to the point that there are no circumstances where domestic violence can be condoned or where we’d break a wry smile at someone telling us they give their partner a “few slaps” now again. There was also a time when drink driving was the norm and while it hasn’t exactly become socially unacceptable everywhere, it is far less tolerated then before.

Now apparently we are meant to feel sorry for “under pressure” Gerry Ryan. Well, I don’t feel much sympathy for him and to be honest, I don’t feel much sympathy either for the adults in his life, including Ryan Tubridy, who are now trying to make him into some sort of martyr. His death, as difficult as it may be for his family to accept, just like Katy French’s, was self-inflicted and they were both grown adults who knew exactly what they were doing.