We are all caught up in what the EU did for us. We keep looking to Europe. Colin from college hops out of bed every morning and amidst a volley of flatulence thanks God that he is a member of the Decision Making Sex. The presidents of most of the main world powers are male and they decide if some country should be invaded, or who should get famine relief or if NATO needs another base in the north Atlantic or if another mission to Mars should be launched.
Colin's breakfast is waiting for him prepared by his ever loving Irish mother who thinks Colin is God. Even Colin's sisters iron his clothes and help nurse his weekly hangover every Friday morning. Colin heads off for Friday's lectures confident in himself that nothing will stand in his way for his future. Over the weekend it dawns on Colin that the most important people in his life are female and they make the decisions on what he has for dinner, breakfast and tea. It is they who prepare him for his onslaught on the pub scene. Colin is astute and the most important things in his life are not what nation should be invaded or another mission into Space etc. The main decision making people reside in his own house. They decide what he will have for dinner, they kit him out, they humour him, they are there (repeat they are there).
So it is with the people of County Kerry. The Healy-Rae's decide what kind of roads will greet motorists, how much internet we should have, planning permission for the bungalow, Childrens Allowance for the new mother. Who in Kerry gives a whit about Brussels, Paris, London, Rome or Dublin? As long as they can have an easier life, they are happy to vote for Michael and Danny Healy-Rae.
But, the rest of us Colins can fart into the next millenium hoping somebody in europe will throw us a few husks before they have eaten the nuts. The people of Kerry got it right. The thing is none of us is any the wiser.