UPDATED: According to the New York Post yet another shocking detail has emerged in the Iris Robinson sex scandal: Her 19 year old boy toy was a Catholic!*
Former Northern Ireland MP Iris Robinson, both a homophobe and hypocrite of immense proportions, continues to reek havoc in the fragile political landscape of Ulster. Her husband, First Lord of the Government, has stepped down temporarily as he tries to conduct damage control over his wife's adultrous affair and financial improprieties, In the Irish Times, Iris Robinson gets ripped to shreds yet again in a column. What strikes me, however, is how much Ms. Robinson is like anti-gay members of the Republican Party in this country. She demands one standard from others and preaches morality while displaying none of those attributes herself. She's the Irish equivalent of Louisiana U.S. Senator David Vitter who preaches family values notwithstanding his frequent trysts with prostitutes. The hypocrisy is simply astounding. Here are some column highlights:
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THERE IS abomination at the house of Robinson, and it is fortunate for Ulster’s first couple that most of us are less inclined to reach for the Old Testament than they are. Iris Robinson called on her harsh God when she vilified homosexuals last year after a gay man had been beaten up by homophobes. The same Lord’s wrath was undoubtedly kindled when she lay down with young Kirk, and she knows only too well what Deuteronomy and Leviticus would have with her ilk. Left to their mercy, she would, in short, perish, and perish horribly.
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Iris the adultress has duly torn her hair and rent her garments; she has put on the sackcloth and ashes; and wept. Her repentance has been lavish, if selective. . . There have been reports that she is to retreat to the luxury ski resort to which Elin Nordregren went recently also after laying into renegade husband Tiger Woods with a golf club. Other reports suggest she is in hospital. Her husband says she is incoherent and too ill to face the questions he agrees she must answer.
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Iris Robinson the politician had all the DUP’s most unattractive traits, including prefacing all her sneery putdowns with the phrase, “I’m not going to take any lectures . . .” She was no feminist. However, it still came as a shock when Darragh MacIntyre’s excellent Spotlight programme presented the portrait of a powerful woman behaving like the worst sort of man.
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Spotlight revealed that Mrs Robinson had known Kirk McCambley since he was a nine- year-old child working in his father’s butchers shop. She had been very close to his father. Before he died, he asked her to look after his boy. She did so with a vengeance. She must have cut a glamourous figure, with her big hair and designer clothes, sweeping into Ballyhackamore in her convertible. . . She described Kirk as being like another son. Her sexual behaviour towards him can only be described as predatory. If she was lavish when he was her lover, when the sexual relationship ended, Iris Robinson wanted her money back.
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The fallen woman says that Jesus has forgiven her. Her husband seems less sure now that he will stand by his woman. She has been cast out, but the party of preference for the “holier than thou” is in deep trouble. Meanwhile Kirk, now 21, is still selling cappuccinos on the banks of the Lagan, while gay magazines want to turn him into a pin-up. Coocooachoo, Mrs Robinson.
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Iris Robinson brought disaster upon herself both by her conduct, her hubris, and her willingness to condemn others all too freely. Pay backs can truly be a bitch.
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THERE IS abomination at the house of Robinson, and it is fortunate for Ulster’s first couple that most of us are less inclined to reach for the Old Testament than they are. Iris Robinson called on her harsh God when she vilified homosexuals last year after a gay man had been beaten up by homophobes. The same Lord’s wrath was undoubtedly kindled when she lay down with young Kirk, and she knows only too well what Deuteronomy and Leviticus would have with her ilk. Left to their mercy, she would, in short, perish, and perish horribly.
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Iris the adultress has duly torn her hair and rent her garments; she has put on the sackcloth and ashes; and wept. Her repentance has been lavish, if selective. . . There have been reports that she is to retreat to the luxury ski resort to which Elin Nordregren went recently also after laying into renegade husband Tiger Woods with a golf club. Other reports suggest she is in hospital. Her husband says she is incoherent and too ill to face the questions he agrees she must answer.
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Iris Robinson the politician had all the DUP’s most unattractive traits, including prefacing all her sneery putdowns with the phrase, “I’m not going to take any lectures . . .” She was no feminist. However, it still came as a shock when Darragh MacIntyre’s excellent Spotlight programme presented the portrait of a powerful woman behaving like the worst sort of man.
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Spotlight revealed that Mrs Robinson had known Kirk McCambley since he was a nine- year-old child working in his father’s butchers shop. She had been very close to his father. Before he died, he asked her to look after his boy. She did so with a vengeance. She must have cut a glamourous figure, with her big hair and designer clothes, sweeping into Ballyhackamore in her convertible. . . She described Kirk as being like another son. Her sexual behaviour towards him can only be described as predatory. If she was lavish when he was her lover, when the sexual relationship ended, Iris Robinson wanted her money back.
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The fallen woman says that Jesus has forgiven her. Her husband seems less sure now that he will stand by his woman. She has been cast out, but the party of preference for the “holier than thou” is in deep trouble. Meanwhile Kirk, now 21, is still selling cappuccinos on the banks of the Lagan, while gay magazines want to turn him into a pin-up. Coocooachoo, Mrs Robinson.
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Iris Robinson brought disaster upon herself both by her conduct, her hubris, and her willingness to condemn others all too freely. Pay backs can truly be a bitch.
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