No economy of words

David McWilliams is generous with his words. 
He has the effortless flow of the man who is well versed in the art of public speaking. 
And what he has to say makes a lot of sense. 
He was the first one, at a time when the "decklanders" were busy doing lines of coke on the bonnet of their shiny new BMWs bought on credit, outside their three-quarter of a million semi-Ds in Baldoyle, to express the opinion that there was something horribly wrong with the economy of mad spending of the Super Irish in the mid noughties.
He was the party pooper who first  saw that the Celtic Tiger was at the wheel of a builder's Mitsubishi Warrior, pedal to the metal, heading straight for the concrete wall of financial institutions' bankruptcy. 

Economists are usually very good at dissecting what the fuck went so horribly wrong when it did, and what the best possible remedies could have been. The most talented can usually offer their enlightened view half a decade after it happened.  

McWilliams is unusual in the sense that he has some degree of foresight. 

So people listen to him. It's just a pity that they do not hear him.  

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