Paying price of political culture

I have a dirty little secret; I’ve paid the household charge.

Don’t judge me, I hate myself enough already. But let me try to explain my deviance, if you can stomach it.

I hate political corruption and all the lies that go with it, both the unchallenged and unpunished. I grew up near Charlie Haughey, in Coolock, north Dublin. But it might have been in North Cape Town, as that’s how far removed we were from the millionaire Charlie Haughey, the leader of the Soldiers of Destiny (SODS). As a child I would see that man drive past in his motorcade of Garda outriders, as he drove along the Malahide road to do ‘business’. I could see over the boundary wall at Kinseally at the mansion in which this man lived, and concluded as a child that this man was a mafia don. I was and am not a genius, but neither am I thick. I have a medium-sized brain.