while you lot are still trying to figure out why your Irish cousins are living in tents and dying of exposure. You'd think that even one sleeveen little gurrier of a culchie might get it into his head to arrange a formal visit to speak with the various departments to see how they do their thing, then lift their model and take it home - calling it his own idea, and subsequently finally showing Irish people that the problems you're dealing with now are not about your immigrants.
They're about the Irish themselves.
You fuckers talk the talk, all day and night.
But walking the walk is not on your lunch menu, now is it?
You sad bastards think that yelling at the gates of Leinster House is rebellion.
That writing dull soliloquies and paeans on obscure websites makes any difference.
Meanwhile, we're looking at you with straight faces, while laughing up our sleeves at ye.
You twats can't seem to get anything going, can you?
It's no wonder you're a chat-site addict!
It pathetic really, but kind of funny too.
Imagine Paddy coming home from Helsinki thinking he has the answers?
Then selling it to you lot?
You'd probably fall for it anyway.
That's really your problem: you seem to think that there's a '
one size fits all' type solution to your problems.
But you'll still never be as happy as me.
Face it.
Deal with it.
Maybe Oasis have a song about EXACTLY the sort of pissed off you're feeling right now?
Play it - but stick it on 45 so you can dance to it.
