From the Styx: Merry Christmas, My Arse!

From the Styx: Merry Christmas, My Arse!: “ Unfortunately ?” Is that your only response Kathleen Lynch! How dare you! How dare you commit these women to a lousy Christmas; how dare...

Merry Christmas, My Arse!

“Unfortunately?” Is that your only response Kathleen Lynch! How dare you! How dare  you commit these women to a lousy Christmas; how dare you denigrate their efforts of decorating and preparing for a nice communal Christmas, which would have meant so much to their sense of being, and incarcerate them in a locked ward. Shortage of Nurses, my arse! The only thing there is a shortage of is compassion. Where and with whom will you or James Reilly be spending your Christmas, and will the room be locked? I don’t think so; you and your boss have displayed a total lack of compassion and empathy with the plight of these women. Why did you and James Reilly not instruct the HSE to rescind this heartless decision? Could Enda not have delay the appointment of his ‘new’ advisor for a couple of weeks and use the money to recruit nurses and carers for these women, even for the Christmas period? It seems your government does not do compassion. Your latest two attacks against the disabled — the marginalised and the vulnerable — are the harsh emblem of an uncaring government that has forgotten the basics of respect and parity of esteem. “Unfortunately!” that word will come back to haunt you; indeed haunt might be the operative word, isn’t it Ebenezer Scrooge Time? Yet even he could turn in time and grant the benefice of a Merry Christmas.