Days off formerly known as bank hols
Another pure truth is that we don’t any more have bank holidays as we used to experience them.
How can you call it a bank holiday when the hungry little winking eye of the ATM is working away feverishly all the time that the bank building is closed for business. Those ATMs are also symbolic of the move by the bankers to sharply reduce the human staff levels behind the cashiers’ desks.
Soon they are likely enough to disappear altogether and I, for one, will miss them. The little green robots of the impending future will never be as friendly and, where necessary, as obliging, as the cashiers behind the glass on the bank counters.
Not at all, because those flickering ATMs in reality represent the green eyes of the big yellow god named Mammon.
However, I’m drifting slightly away from the point I wish to make today, as we emerge from the dreadful weather conditions launched upon us yet again, over the extended Easter break. We’ve had to cope with snow and sleet and floods and torrential rain from one end of the island to the other. According to the forecasts, it is far from over.
We should not be surprised at all.
After the associated climactic changes of the past 20 years, it can now be virtually guaranteed in advance that all the traditional bank holiday breaks that lie ahead for the nation will be marred and marked by inclement weather. Accordingly, in the interest of total accuracy, I suggest here and now that we should begin to adopt the phrase “Dank Holidays” instead of “Bank Holidays”, from this day forth.
We can be certain that the weather will be dank and wet and dreary when the time arrives.
We can also be certain that the weather will be especially unkindly wet and cold on the Monday, which used to be the bonus for the working man and woman, during the genuine bank holiday weekends of bygone years.
Yes, let’s call them Dank Holidays from henceforth, and then we will never be disappointed.
There may be a historical explanation for the foul weather which wraps itself around our former bank holidays, when you come to think of it in any depth at all.
Is it not true that the young Jesus of Nazareth, when dispatched down here by God the Father first hit the headlines of the time by losing his temper with the moneylenders and bankers at that time infesting the Temple in Jerusalem.
Despite being apparently only a young country lad, he strongly evicted every last man of them from the holy ground of the Temple. Fair play to Him for that. Following on down through the centuries from that eviction, is it at all a reasonable assumption today that bankers and moneylenders are not highly regarded in Heaven? This may be especially true in this state at the moment, when one reads that there are over 10,000 Irish men and women, and close to 3,000 children who are homeless. Some of them, by all accounts, are trying to survive in less living space than was available back in the day in that small stable in Bethlehem.
And the financial actions of our banks, in evictions and foreclosures and the sale of distressed mortgages to vulture funds have significantly contributed to that scandalous state of affairs. Concurrently, every hour across the media, our banks project themselves to us as being ready, very willing, and immediately able to improve our lives with every possible kind of financial packages and inducements.
The images and the messages give the impression that one has just to walk into their bank, and they will instantly fund your dreams and projects.
In all fairness, after another Dank Holiday, those messages jar with the raw realities surrounding those 3,000 homeless children and their families. Is it enough to say in small print below the smiling face of the banker on the screen that, “terms and conditions apply”. They certainly do. Anyway, I hope all of you are recovering from the Dank Holiday weekend.
Racing from the rain: at Cork Racecourse, Mallow, on Easter Sunday.