It must be maddening for anyone struggling to find housing to rent or buy to see houses cluttered with paperwork.

Every now and then the remnants of Celtic Tiger memories return to embarrass us, anger us, or both.

Some never go away, especially when set in the concrete of your neighborhood with weeds mockingly flapping in the wind as 40 shades of rust create a feel of eternal fall.

Phantom Estates were a gruesome and painful reminder of all that was wrong with tax and social policy and how weak the regulatory regimes supposedly control things.

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