A new First Minister has been crowned, and fast falls the Sword of Damocles on Edwin Poots for his temerity. Less than a month after a bitter and public backstabbing that saw Arlene Foster toppled, her successor has suffered the same fate.

The first rumblings of dissatisfaction were made public when an email was leaked Thursday morning that saw the DUP’s representatives in Westminster request clarification on, and “express their alarm” at, the deal Mr Poots agreed to with the Shinners and the British Government.

Sinn Féin, for their part, did what they always do, and asked Westminster to legislate for them. Where first it was same-sex marriage, then abortion, and now they ask the Crown to give them an Irish Language Act if the DUP fail to bring one forward.

Given that all the decisions affecting the Irish people in the North happen in Westminster and the Shinners love asking for English legislation, one expects SF to take their seats and swear their oaths eventually. But that is a story for another day.

For today, we commemorate the career of Steady Eddie Poots, a man that talked a big game and fell to his own side. Edwin went after Arlene with much gusto, and has been cast off with the utmost ease.

While I did not, and do not, accept the musings of left-liberals in the Irish and British media about how the DUP retrenching towards social conservatism would lead to their inevitable demise, it is hard now to see any way that the DUP mends its schism or intends to function going forward.

Any new leader that does not honour the commitments under the NDNA will fall at the first hurdle, and Sinn Féin will not nominate a Deputy First Minister. Anyone that honours the NDNA will be cast out of the party in the same unceremonious manner as its last two inhabitants.

It is difficult too, to see who can (or would even want to) replace Poots, given the horrific blood-letting and the likelihood of losing one’s own scalp no matter which direction you go. The DUP has already been hemorrhaging its hardline support to the TUV and Jim Allister, and its moderate councillors to the UUP.

Even then, and with Little Jamie Bryson “threatening” (if one could call it that) to bring a Loyalist protest into the South next month, I believe we should rejoice that Unionism is eating itself alive — the sooner the monolith is dead, the sooner Partition is ended.

Posted by Eoin Corcoran

One Comment

  1. The Real Fianna 18/06/2021 at 2:48 pm

    Unionists certainly are an odd bunch, claiming their loyalty to a bizarre so-called royalty and flag, whose so-called queen and her deplorable sons, Andrew and Charles have been known to be best pals with the criminal serial abusers Saville and Epstein. A so-called royal family that has literally allowed britain to be turned into a “tyrannical big brother state” with mass surveillance in all its towns and cities and does not open its fucking mouth.

    The way the Irish president and the docile, servile ministers of Ireland literally would bow down and kiss the shoes of that family if given the chance is seriously disturbing, just look at the way they pull out the red carpet for charles when he tours Ireland.

    Remember that Charles and Saville were best buds. The Irish establishment are low life trash.

    They would rather invite the old age pensioner Liz over for supper at the tune of millions from the tax payers purse, rather than spend that money on more noble pursuits.

    Royalty my arse.

    Oh and lets not forget that the so-called royals ancestors from history got others to wipe their shite when they went to the toilet.

    Lets not forget that the so-called royals allowed ethnic genocide to be done in Ireland and left Irish starve to death and blamed it on the excuse of some mythical famine.

    Unionists should be more worried about their own stupidity, rather than worrying about a ridiculous notion of what they percieve to be their britishness being taken away.

    Any man that would bow and get on its knees to notions of royalty is not a man but a slave.

    The so-called british royals would fit right in to a game of thrones novel.

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