Dick Roche in the line of fire

Good thing the raiders in the Druids Glen had Dick Roche to use as a human shield. That big head of his could protect a batallion of peace keeping troops at a GAA match between Glenealy and Rathnew. Word on the street is that:

• Dick’s head is so big he has to step into his jumpers.
• Dick’s head actually shows up on radar and military people refer to it a snow white.
• Dick’s head is sooo big he has to wash it at Powerscourt waterfall.
• Dick’s head is so big that Ripley’s Believe it or Not want to do a feature on it.

Yes, they are all lame jokes you’ve heard before. They aren’t as lame as the fact Dick Roche, Minister of state for something or other (without a cabinet seat), has a civilian driver. A civilian driver that takes him to the plush Druids Glen for his “regular early morning swim”.

Assuming that his car and driver are paid for by the state for official business, how the hell is getting driven to Druids Glen every day for a swim considered official business?

While the rest of us have to worry about things like staying in business and keeping our jobs, this fuckwit is getting driven around like royalty and taking early morning swims.

This probably wouldn’t have got my back up with any other politician. Dick Roche just annoys me. His face annoys me, his condescending manner annoys me. Everything about him, including that big head of his, annoys me. My annoyance goes back a while. He represented UCD at a college fair in a local school. He promised to send me out some literature on some UCD courses I was interested in. He never sent them out, the BIG.FAT.HEAD. I went to TCD eventually just to spite him.

Sorry you were in clear and present danger Dick, and the other people too, but I do not like thee or your gravy train ways.