Forty days of political farce is a tragic comedy of selfish greed

It would seem somehow that Michael Clifford (Irish Examiner, April 7) does not fully enjoy or endorse the paltry and pathetic Dáil pantomime (both intra- and extra-mural versions) currently running in Kildare Street. He is certainly not alone.

The protracted Folies Bergéres cabaret act ensuing daily and nightly during this epoch of tawdry tribal detente, features distrust, disingenousness, and debilitated disgust in copious dollops. The ‘will-he won’t-he’ theatrical offerings of thwarted political camouflage is being played out 24/7 across the land.

By now, 40 days and 40 nights have dripped agonisingly past, while the elected-anointed cower in the desert of dreams, contemplating navels, dispensing smokescreens, and merely angling for self/party alone.