Friday, 13 January 2012

The Choice


January 13th 2012

THE CHOICE
Over the next four years, because of the cuts to frontline staff in the HSE, people will suffer unnecessarily, people will die unnecessarily (there will be more than one); over the next four years, we will pay €55bn in bank bonds.

This is a choice that’s been made by our own coalition governments, both this one and the last. It’s the choice that was made unanimously by every single member of the Fianna Fáil and Green Party parties in the last government, opposed unanimously by every single member of the Fine Gael and Labour parties then in opposition; it’s the choice that’s been made again now by every single member of those same Fine Gael and Labour parties, in government.

The suffering has long begun, the weakest first hit and hardest hit, the most vulnerable, those with the smallest voices; it’s coming to the rest of us. “The money just isn’t there” is the song sung with one voice by the choristers from the government parties; in the next six weeks we will pay €4bn in bank bonds, in the coming year we’ll pay €19bn, in the next four years it’s €55bn (see http://bondwatchireland.blogspot.com for details).

People suffer, people will die; we may not know for certain who, when, where, but we CAN be certain – when you cut that much money from hospitals and care centres, when you reduce care staff, people WILL suffer unnecessarily, people WILL die unnecessarily.

It’s a matter of choice. This week the troika members are in town patting our Ministers on the head – Kenny, Gilmore, Noonan, Howlin – and telling them what great boys they’ve been to continue paying these bank bonds in the face of massive pressure; around the country the noose is tightening as more and more families face their own massive pressures.

When the inevitable begins to happen and people start to die, will our governing party TDs – front bench and back bench - continue to be happy with the choice they’ve made? Will every single TD continue to offer his/her back and succumb to the whip, will they continue to support this choice or will they make a choice of their own?

“Hard decisions have to be made”, that’s become another leading line from the common chorus (ye’ve noticed, surely, that they’re all on the one hymn-sheet?). Those bank bonds were for-profit commercial arrangements between consenting adults in private financial institutions that ultimately failed; under the normal rules of commerce, under the currency of capitalism, those bank bondholders should have suffered their own loss, should have suffered the cost of their own folly – what decision has to be made there?

The ONLY hard decision our government has to make is this – face down the ECB. The ONLY hard decision our back-bench government TDs have to make is this – face down their own front bench. Choice – make your own.
Regards,
Diarmuid O'Flynn.

Tuesday, 10 January 2012

The Wild Irish Poet - The Fight For Ireland

The Fight for Ireland.
The Fight for Life.
The fight for our right to an ordinary decent life.
So Ireland is paying out 700 million today.
Or should I say The government which does not represent this country in any way shape or form.
We today remain leaderless.
We remain cast adrift in a European sea of greed and corruption.
These people talk about percentages and Euro Zone and Bailouts and conditions and balancing the banks.
They don’t talk about people and hospitals and emigration and employment and survival.
If a Government is not for the people then it is merely a vassal for vested dark despicable interests.
And thus is the world until we as the Irish people defy this gross inequality we are being made to endure.
Until we rise from every chair and every living room.
There is no difference today in colour or religion or class or creed or wage.
Whether you be a plumber or an actor or jobless or from Dalkee or Mayo or Cork.
We need to align with the entire country.
We need to stand up to greed and despicable inequality.
Somewhere in Ireland someone is contemplating suicide.
Somewhere in Ireland there is a hungry baby without his food and a Mother weeping.
Somewhere is a man being told he has no work.
Somewhere in a traffic jam a man is having a heart attack and no hospital to be brought to, to save his life.
Somewhere in Ireland a man is counting money and smiling.
Somewhere in some distant European country men with no souls make decisions by the pen that ruin another generation here.
Somewhere a cowardly TD in Dublin carries his filthy deeds like a weight but ignores the destruction in his own heart.

Are we men? Are we truly brave?
I do not believe in the heart the people here are cowards.
I do believe we are looking for hope. A way to see a better life.
As it stands we have no future.
All that remains is for us to become one.
For our ideas and differences to merge.
Underneath the shame, the sadness and the fear I think our country men and women have a power and a poetic strength.
I think that we are noble.
We must claim this nobility.
We must crush the fear in our waking souls.
We have not come this far, through this much, in so many terrible centuries to be vanquished by men of the pen and the shirt and tie and the greasy crunchers of numbers.
They will eat themselves, those who choose to keep us in a corner taking all that is rightfully ours.
We only have to acknowledge each other.
We are brothers and sisters.
We must rise above our bickering and look above.
Look at the people who are truly destroying our lives.
But also take a look in the mirror.
Maybe many feel ' What can one man or woman do?'
I have bills, I have responsibilities.
Yes you do. But you also have those same responsibilities to the people who have not yet been born here.
To the older generation who sit in the cold with no heat.
To the boy standing on the shore about to leave with his suit case and a broken heart.
We are the many.
We are the few .
We are the one.

I am proud to be Irish .
But we must act on that pride.
We must rise up peacefully but with the force of our poetic hearts.
We might be broke as a nation.
But we are not broke in our souls, as a people.
We are an idea that is celebrated around the world.
We are beloved.
We need to show that love to the person next to you.
We need to release our self-pity and turn it into compassion.
We need to help each other.
With each act of love kindness and power we as individuals will bind the vines of the millions of Irish together and form an indestructible rope of people power.
Let us here be the example to the world now.
Let us show each other and the globe that the Irish have a will.
That the spirit that lies deep inside the soil of this earth is ready to be ignited and a fire that is our hope will light across this country.
We did NOT come through Famine and oppression and loss and death for nothing.
I think now of those who have so little.
I think now of the ghosts of our past.
The nameless graves that await our rising.
The ones who never had a chance to become what they should have.
I for one will not give up my dreams of an ordinary beautiful life because of the endless greed of others.
I hope we can join together.
I hope we can turn this winter of fear into a dawn of a new life.
I hope we can light a flame that will never be extinguished.
I hope we can make the future generations proud of us.
We are beautiful.
We have an amazing people.
The time for fear is over.
We the many, the few and the one.
Peace to you all.
Wild Irish Poet

Monday, 5 December 2011

Constantin Gurdgiev coming to town


CONSTANTIN GURDGIEV


A VOICE OF REASON
CRYING IN THE IRISH MEDIA WILDERNESS
SATURDAY DECEMBER 17th 2011 AT 8pm
THE SCHOOLYARD THEATRE (Charleville)
Constantin will give a talk on the current economic crisis, with special emphasis on the bank bondholder bailout.
On Sunday December 18th, and in solidarity with the weekly protest in Ballyhea and Charleville, he will take part in the Bondholder Bailout Protest march, which on that day takes place in Ballyhea, meeting at the church at 11.30am.
ADMISSION FREE
(Donations appreciated, and will be passed on in full to the Schoolyard Theatre)

The December Dirty Dozen

The Dirty Dozen w/e Dec 11th 2011
And so it begins. No, I'm not talking about the details of another austerity Budget as presented by our puppet government but as dictated by our troika masters, grim as that may be; I'm talking about another month of shame, the December Dirty Dozen, the 12 days pre-Christmas when another €770m is siphoned from us to be paid to bondholders whose failed bets we are being mandated to 'honour'.

Neither Noonan nor Howlin will mention the €43m being paid by Bank of Ireland today, the €24m by Anglo on Wed week, the five individual bonds totalling €52m by EBS on Fri week, all senior unsecured bonds, but all will be paid. Honour?
We suffer austerity, while these blood-sucking vampires, these dead-flesh-eating vultures, these bottom-feeders of the ignoble bond markets, are paid their failed bonds in full? The question now – will our media also continue to wilfully ignore this on-going obscenity?

Maturing On
Value
Collateral Type
BANK
 Bl'mberg I/D
Curr
Issue Date
5/12/2011
€43,275,094
Snr Unsec'rd
BoI
COEI1913025
JPY
5/12/2006
14/12/2011
€24,200,000
Snr Unsec'rd
Anglo
COEF7999842
EUR
14/12/2006
16/12/2011
€22,190,202
Snr Unsec'rd
EBS
COEF1663030
GBP
16/12/2005
16/12/2011
€2,305,476
Snr Unsec'rd
EBS
COEF2836106
GBP
15/06/2007
16/12/2011
€10,086,455
Snr Unsec'rd
EBS
COED3403687
GBP
27/11/2006
16/12/2011
€9,221,902
Snr Unsec'rd
EBS
COED5273575
GBP
14/07/2006
16/12/2011
€8,069,164
Snr Unsec'rd
EBS
COEF0527954
GBP
26/05/2006
20/12/2011
€20,000,000
Snr Unsec'rd
BoI
COEI4847097
EUR
20/12/2006
20/12/2011
€43,000,000
Covered
BoI
COEF6981007
EUR
18/08/2006
21/12/2011
€16,440,000
Snr Unsec'rd
IL&P
COEF7535133
EUR
7/12/2005
23/12/2011
€285,880,000
Govt. Liq. Gtd.
Anglo
COEF9533557
EUR
24/11/2010
23/12/2011
€285,880,000
Govt. Liq. Gtd.
Anglo
COEI4826141
EUR
24/11/2010
CODE:
Next bond
Coming down the line










BOND TOTALS
 - INTERESTING
FACTS




NEXT BOND(S):
€43,275,094





NEXT DOZEN:
€770,548,293





OCT. TOTAL:
€83,963,735





NOV. TOTAL:
€717,100,555





DEC. TOTAL:
€770,548,293






Regards, Diarmuid O'Flynn.