Still, hope springs eternal in the shriveled little raisins that pass for overlord hearts. If by hope you mean desperation.
The country could learn a lesson from the people at Kilkenny Greyhound track who are not waiting for outside help to save one of the best-loved sporting institutions in the county. "Well, the institution we love. The dogs...uh...not so much," said greyhound trainer Paul Hennessy.
Over the last few weeks, dozens of greyhound racing enthusiasts have been rolling up their sleeves to ensure the survival and expansion of the sport in the city. This followed news that the track company was in financial difficulties. "Nothing gives you a more fulfilled feeling than coming out here and knowing you had a part in saving a track no one comes to anymore," track director Ger Duncan said.
"We are looking at it like our own local hurling club and we all decided to get together to save it," Hennessy said.
OK we don't even want to know what goes on at a hurling club.
"We said to ourselves that we couldn't let it close and about 20 of us said we would roll up our sleeves and do the work and that's what is happening," Hennessy said. The reaction was hugely positive and bookies, greyhound owners, trainers, owners and patrons all turned up to work at the track.
OK, a "hugely positive" turnout to save the track resulted in the appearance of "about 20" people. We think we see your problem.
The track closed in January and there were serious and well-founded fears that it would not re-open because of financial problems. But Hennessy and a group of others with the best interests of the track at heart took over and the change has been incredible. "I haven't seen this many sober people at the track in years," he said.
Awww, overlords. They're so cute when they struggle against futility, right Dana?

2 comments:
Why doesn't everybody just roll up their sleeves and buy each other a pint? That and offering a night out with "a chippie" would promote more wealth and companionship that any old guy and gal might need. It says nothing about the poor dogs, of course, and no-one shows you their pictures to tell their sad stories. Is it any wonder the protestants and catholics fought forever. No-one was listening.
Terribly sad that losers seem to promote these poor dogs' fate.
As if it isn't enough that they have latched onto their own, dark, dismal way of life. They just have to spread their utter misery.
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