Clare too cool to drool as slobber jibe hits home over Obamas
Some of the coverage was toe-curling
At this point, fevered debate began in tabloid newsrooms as to whether they should Photoshop the Cabinet wearing silly hats.
But Daly began to lose her audience when she moved on to talk of Ireland becoming “a lapdog for American imperialism” and called Obama a “war criminal”.
Fine Gael’s Bernard Durkan looked a little worried as she talked about “outlawing the use of drones”. But the deputy wasn’t referring to him.
The Taoiseach rounded on Daly for criticising Obama, citing his commitment to the peace process. He also spoke of the importance of US investment to the country.
You could see he was genuinely annoyed with what Daly had said, like it was a personal insult.
“I think your comments are disgraceful. I think they do down the pride of Irish people all over the world who are more than happy to see this island being host to the G8,” he said.
It must have been tough for the Taoiseach yesterday, having to return to the humdrum from the high-
octane events of the previous couple of days.
One minute, you’re strolling by a lake with the president of the United States and the British prime minister. Shooting the breeze with a smiling Christine Lagarde. Charming Angela Merkel. Looking decisive and manly beside Vladimir Putin.
That’s Enda, narrowing his eyes and pointing to an imaginary object in the distance as he walks confidently with the most powerful politicians on the planet, rocking that open-necked shirt, navy blazer and casual slacks look.
And he’s sitting in the Dáil chamber now. It’s Wednesday morning and the Japanese prime minister is calling for a meeting in less than an hour.
He’s sitting there and Micheál Martin is talking about wind turbines. He’s looking across at Willie O’Dea and Mattie McGrath and Mick Wallace in a pink polo-shirt. Gerry Adams is talking at him now.
Clare stands up and insults him.
Enda’s disdainful expression says it all: “How can a man soar like an eagle when he is surrounded by turkeys!”
He wears his gold statesman tie. Soon, he can escape to Japanese prime minister Abe, where his words will be simultaneously translated into Japanese. Simon Coveney moves into his seat to take the Order of Business. Snores gently ripple through the chamber.
And Enda is free.
With our new bibs, we slowly wipe the slobber from our chins and return to work.