Michael O’Leary’s recent statement that Ryanair’s €400 million investment to create 500 jobs repairing and servicing its planes will go abroad is a massive indictment of those who rule both parts of this God-forsaken island. According to O’Leary, the Irish government simply had no appetite to situate this coveted contract in Shannon and Derry, which also half heartedly put in a tender, has no relevant expertise; it is, after all, one thing to turn an office cleaner into a reluctant suicide bomber or to murder young census collectors because they are Protestant mothers and another to service planes up to the required international benchmarks.
The Irish government, in short, has no interest in developing a trained workforce on the back of Ryanair’s considerable successes, and Derry which was long bled dry by Martina Anderson’s nepotistic crew has no expertise outside of blowing up hotels, endlessly rabbiting on about their Good Friday cash cow and taking brown envelopes.
While former Taoiseach Leo Varadkar boasts he now has more time to check out the young studs in his local gym and former Derry IRA capos can vacation on MI6 yachts in Dubai, Derry, Dublin and Clare are all on their knees and much of that is due to parasites like them.
Like him or loathe him, because Michael O’Leary produces tangible results, he cannot afford to have dead-weights like Varadkar, Anderson or McCartney capsizing his fleet. Far better for him to look overseas and maybe even move his entire operation abroad if that is what it takes to stay in the game; the bad, as ever, drives out the good.
And, though O’Leary can be a straight talking, abrasive character, much of that can be explained by his obsession with delivering value for his shareholders. Contrast his approach with that of Dublin Bus, whose duce Billy Hann, complains that there is too much emphasis in Ireland on doing worthless university courses and not enough on picking up trades in Dublin Bus, Irish Rail or similar government controlled outfits.
All well and good, except that Dublin Bus is notorious for festooning its buses with Gay Pride and other government funded ads and thereby funding their useless courses he complains about.
Although post-independence Ireland can boast forming a number of semi state companies such as Irish Sugar, almost all of them are gone the way of the dodo and all we now have is Varadkar preening himself in the gym and McCartney on MI6 luxury yachts giving us their unwanted tuppence worth. Following independence, the biggest employer in the country was the civil service, just a neck ahead of Joe McGrath’s Hospital Sweepstakes scam. Given that Flutter Entertainment is now just about our largest company and our government and civil service remain not fit for purpose, little has changed since the British marched in step out of Beggar’s Bush and the shysters “marched” in, trailing the Tricolour on the ground as they did so.
If Ireland or any similar basket case is to have a future, the culture and ethos of warts-and-all people like Michael O’Leary epitomise must be harnessed but the problem is the Varadkars and Andersons of this world discourage anyone from hiring apprentices and letting them finish their time; Derry was, after all, home to former Stormont Minister Coco McGuinness who was too thick to finish his butcher apprenticeship. This is in contrast to Germany, which produces Europe’s best tradesmen but which has a robust educational ecosystem in place to deliver the results Germany’s major companies need.
Perhaps a better utilitarian exemplar is English Premier League football, where the manager and his entire outfit is judged every week by transparent results of win, lose or draw everyone can see, and not by favours exchanged in steam filled gay saunas for “services rendered.”
Although English Premier League football or, for that matter, Albanian AI ministers offer a template that could be profitably replicated, the problem is getting rid of all the civil service dullards, Provo peace process parasites, refugee freeloaders and Dublin Bus LGBT fanatics, who continue to milk the country dry.
Have another look at our Presidential election to further exemplify these trends. Although Sinn Fėin fat cat Mary Lou McDonald says electing Catherine Connolly would be a game changer, her election would just lumber us with another waster whose utterances, outside of their own echo chamber, would be a total waste of breath. And, though Jim Gavin has at least some professional and managerial expertise under his belt, he is not the Second Coming, which cannot happen until everything that Anderson, Connolly, McDonald, McCartney, Humphreys and the LGBT lot in Dublin Bus epitomise is swept away hook, line and sinker.
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