I'm wishing for a Fairy Godmother who could wave her magic wand
and fix the economy. I doubt that the IMF fits the bill of Fairy
Godparent and whatever bailout we get will come at a price.
I wish the political leaders, the bankers, the investors, the property
developers and all those who led the ordinary folk of Ireland astray
could be made pay in some meaningful way for their mistakes,
their greed, their betrayal. I wish that another generation of young
people aren't lost to emigration, that families won't have to dread
the prospect of Christmas, that the desperate won't be driven to
suicide.
And while I'm at it, I wish she'd find a cure for my sore throat.