GUBU is an Irish acronym that stands for “Grotesque, Unbelievable, Bizarre, and Unprecedented.” It was coined after an Irish politician’s description of events around and following an unmotivated double murder that shocked the public and then really became a scandal when the murderer was found enjoying the hospitality of the Attorney General as a house guest. It’s become a handy description for Irish political scandal.

I’m too dismayed by both of my governments today to curate tweets properly because today’s events are just GUBU on both sides of the pond, so if you’d like to share any here, go for it. I’m sure you’ve seen the ones of the national security clusterfuck at Mar-a-Lago and the “nuclear football” already (Edie shared them earlier). On the other side of the Atlantic, the revelations regarding the reputation-smearing of Garda whistleblower Maurice McCabe and a second whistleblower who also appears to have been slandered with a false child-rape report has taken me down a GUBU rabbithole on twitter. But I really want to scream at one particular Irish politician, who was already on my shit list. She made a mark on politics by exposing (her) sexual abuse in Sinn Féin, but by her actions she’s the only one allowed to have a true experience of abuse. She’s run out the clock in briefings to ensure that there wasn’t time to properly discuss making sure that evidence of medical torture of women wasn’t destroyed in advance of a UN Human Rights commission investigation. And today, I’ve seen evidence of her threatening someone who disagreed with her on Twitter to “report them to Tusla” (the Child and Family Agency responsible for the false report on Garda McCabe) because she didn’t like their tweets.

That someone who is herself a survivor of sexual abuse would use false accusations as a weapon while accusing other women of abusing her . . . and would go out of her way to deny other women even the smallest smidgen of recognition for their abuse let alone justice . . . I’m fresh out of capacity. It’s corrupt. It’s grotesque. It’s unbelievable. It’s bizarre. It’s not at all unprecedented. But, fuck it.

Imma have some tea and chocolate, curl up on the couch, and watch John Oliver.

Incidentally, the original GUBU events inspired John Banville’s novel, The Book of Evidence. Very good book if you’re up for a dark read.