Yet again Dr Frank shares with the world the devastation to his morning repast caused by my letters, and I can only commiserate with whoever has to clear up the ravages of curdled milk, sprayed coffee, regurgitated “eggy bits” and pig-in-blanket body parts with which Dr Frank decorates his breakfast table.
In referring to the Irish premier’s sexuality and ethnic origins, I was carefully non-judgmental. I left it to readers to consider whether it is appropriate for a staunchly Catholic country to be led by a homosexual in a same-sex partnership, and whether a leader of immigrant origin should be free to import a further one million immigrants into a rich, unique and homogeneous culture that has endured 1,000 years of pain and suffering to secure self-government, particularly when the disaster of Ireland’s immigration policy over the last decade is blatantly apparent.
But I feel I should attempt to restore harmony to Dr Frank’s household. I suggest the addled doctor leaves The Nation neatly folded while he breaks his fast, only opening it later within the safe confines of his lavatory.
Nigel Pike
Phang Nga