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Empty Lichen.
Crotal Folamh.
There was a time when Fianna Fáil was thought to work.
Bhí tráth ann nuair a cheaptaí go raibh feidhm le Fianna Fáil.
Not too long ago.
Níl rófhada ó shin ann.
They were thought to belong to the common people, to some soft idea of republicanism that had an extended relationship with a united Ireland.
Cheaptaí gur bhain siad leis na gnáthdhaoine, cheaptaí gur bhain siad le tuairim bhog éigin den phoblachtánachas a raibh gaol sínte aici le hÉirinn aontaithe.
They were thought to be related to something.
Cheaptaí gur bhain siad le rud éigin.
They were thought to be related to something.
Cheaptaí gur bhain siad le rud éigin.
They were thought to be related to something.
Cheaptaí gur bhain siad le rud éigin.
Oh, my apologies, I didn’t know I already said they were related to something.
Och, mo leithscéal, ní raibh a fhios agam go ndúirt mé cheana gur bhain siad le rud éigin.
I am, however, going to find out what exactly, or crookedly, or intermittently, or loosely, is what they are standing for now.
Tá ag dul díom, áfach, a fhionnadh cad é go díreach, nó go cam, nó go hidir-eatarthu, nó go scaoilte féin cad é an rud sin a bhfuil siad ag seasamh ar a shon anois.
The party is asked that question and you get a blush that would put a gray paper on your house, and go further and ask the high council and you might as well research in the Vatican blackhouses below.
Fiafraítear an cheist sin den pháirtí agus gheobhaidh tú bladar a chuirfeadh páipéar liath ar do theach, agus gabhtar níos faide agus fiafraí den ard-chomhairle agus bheadh chomh maith dhuit bheith ag taighde in ndúchartlanna na Vatacáine thíos.
When asked about the unveiling of the display in Knock in August 1879 why Fianna Fáil, the children were speechless.
Nuair a cuireadh ceist ar an taispeánadh a nochtadh i gCnoc Mhuire Lúnasa 1879 cad chuige Fianna Fáil, bhíothas balbh os comhair na leanaí.
The presence of children, and everyone else, the wise old man and the young, is still dumb, not to mention the voters who have spoken out on their behalf around old-fashionedness or unspoken loyalty associated with a vague vision that had a tear of sorts to An independent Ireland or a somewhat uncompromising stance that did not exactly match the layout of those blue shirts.
Táthar balbh fós i láthair leanaí, agus gach duine eile, an seanduine críonna is an t-óg, gan trácht ar na vótóirí a chaitheadh guth ar a son timpeall ar sheanaigne nó dílseachta neamhráite a bhain le fís dhoiléir a raibh cuimilt de shaghas aici le hÉirinn neamhspleách nó le seasamh ábhairín neamhghéilliúil nárbh ionann é go baileach le leagan amach na léinte gorma úd.
In short: Fianna Fáil once stood up for something.
D’fhocail ghearra: sheasaíodh Fianna Fáil ar son rud éigin tráth.
Once upon a time.
Tráth dá raibh.
It is not a bad idea for a political party to stand up for something.
Ní drochsmaoineamh é do pháirtí polaitiúil seasamh ar son rud éigin.
Or anything.
Nó rud ar bith.
Or a little at all.
Nó rud beag in aon chor.
A tiny thing itself, a little bit of a tiny bit.
Rud beag bídeach féin, ruidín beagaín bídín bitín bídeach.
We have a motto that is not a measure, but Fianna Fáil once had a virtue, that is, a long time ago, that they stood for the daily worker, let alone they did not exploit socialist language.
Tá’s againn nach ionann mana agus beart, ach bhí de bhua ag Fianna Fáil trath, is é sin fadó fadó, gur sheas siad don oibrí laethúil, fág nach mbaineadh siad earraíocht as friotal sóisialach.
Instead, the Labor Party stood up for the middle class from which they came with a perfectly rhetorical crust of the same socialism that they would not recognize if they jumped up and took an alp.
Mar mhalairt, sheasaíodh Páirtí an Lucht Oibre ar son na meánaicme as a dtáinig siad le crústa breá reitriciúil den sóisialachas céanna nach n-aithneoidís dá léimfeadh suas agus ailp a bhaint astu.
And there was another time, a long, long time ago, when a small republican apologetic scam was a fig leaf on FF and people voted for them thinking that had some meaning.
Agus bhí uair eile ann, fadó fadó, nuair a bhíodh scim bheag leithscéalach phoblachtánach ina dhuille fíge fíge ar FF agus thug daoine vótaí dóibh á cheapadh go raibh brí éigin leis sin.
The difficult situation is that Fianna Fáil has been gradually made Fine Gael.
Is é cor crua an scéil ná gur déanadh Fine Gael de Fhianna Fáil beag ar bheag.
All constitutional or legal changes proposed by FG in relation to the north – eastern corner of the country, or to the Irish language, or to personal moral matters in the public sphere, were faithfully followed by FF.
Gach aon athrú bunreachtúil nó dlithiúil a mhol FG maidir leis an gcúinne thoir thuaidh den tír, nó leis an nGaeilge, nó le cúrsaí mórálta pearsanta sa réimse phoiblí, lean FF iad go dílis madralathúlach.
Fianna Fáil was made Fine Gael just as the Raymond Party was swallowed up in Fine Gael.
Déanadh Fine Gael de Fhianna Fáil go díreach mar a slogadh Páirtí an Réamonnaigh isteach in Fine Gael.
The middle class abandoned FF because they already had a right middle class party and why they would have a faux jug instead of the silk handkerchief already available; they were abandoned by the working class because there were others who did not apologize for their rights; and they were abandoned by soft republicans – people who felt in their hearts that the issue of the six counties was being completely forgotten – because another party had emerged that put that case at the center of the fair.
Thréig an mheánaicme FF toisc go raibh páirtí ceart méanaicmeach acu cheana féin agus cén fáth a mbeadh smugacheirt bhréige acu in ionad an chiarsúir shíoda a bhí ar fáil cheana féin; thréig an lucht oibre iad toisc go raibh dreamanna eile nach raibh leithscéalach d’fhonn cur ar son a gcearta; agus thréig poblachtánaigh bhoga iad – is é sin daoine a mhothaigh ina gcroí istigh go raibh dearmad ar fad á dhéanamh ar cheist na sé chontaetha – toisc gur tháinig páirtí eile chun cinn a chuir an cás sin i lár an aonaigh.
That is why there is no reason for Fianna Fáil to survive in the future.
Is dá réir sin nach bhfuil cúis ar bith ann go mairfeadh Fianna Fáil feasta.
They are an empty lichen, a hole with nothing in it, a rotten tooth, a balloon without air, a blind nut, a bag of goose feathers, a brass without a cling, a bladder, a breath without air, a vacuum without an echo, a plobar without bones, a public tomb, seen, their own.
Crotal folamh is ea iad, poll gan aon rud ann, fiacail lofa, balún gan aer, cnó caoch, mála cleití gé, práis gan chling, lamhnán scodail, aer gan phuth, folús gan mhacalla, plobar gan chnámha, uachais phoiblí, taibhse nach bhfeictear, a bhfuine féin.