News From Finland (World's Happiest Country)
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AN4
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I said before - I wish the country all the best. It is a white country, after all
What are the people like there anyway, are they all anti-racist?
Mowl
Member
No, you didn't.
You've wished all kinds of crap over the years, but never that.
Finland annoys the fucking shite out of you, and this is the toilet bowl it lands in.
Wash your butt.
No, you really don't.
If you had your way we'd all be lined up on the Russian border and pelted with sauna stones and snowballs.
Never more so than in winter, which is when we're so white it'd blind a shut-in like yourself.
What are the people like there anyway, are they all anti-racist?
Is that
this:14 : YOU ask the questions. If you don't get a reply keep asking them - it means your opponent is embarrassed and is trying to get off the subject. If they demand you answer questions say "WE ask the questions, because YOU support/justify genocide of MY people!".
From the monkey's guide to being a pain in the hole?
Finns can be very racist, yes. I was once called a Paddy and invited to fuck off home to Dublin by a rather large but not very bright bouncer at the door of a bar we were about to shoot an interview for morning television in. He said he didn't like my shoes, which at the time were plimsolls: I wear them when playing in recording studios as they have rubber feet that grip the pedals just right, but he said they weren't good enough for his bar. Then the manager passed by and told me to hurry up and get in and change for make-up, we were starting shooting in a few minutes.
I told him I couldn't do the interview and would he kindly tell the television people from YLE to press on without me, I was going back to the studio.
He asked why and I said: 'ask him, he doesn't like my shoes and won't let me in to the room we reserved' and the bouncer stood there thoroughly confused.
I said to him that he shouldn't worry, I wasn't coming in after all but to please stand to one side as my gear was being taken in but I wanted it back out.
Then the owner got involved, the bouncer told his story and I agreed with every word of it: 'yes, plimsolls' but I wasn't coming in after all, forget the TV show.
By now it's me, the bouncer, the owner, my manager, the guys from the band, the bar staff, and a crowd of rubberneckers wondering what was going on.
Cameras, cables stretching out the door and into the OB unit, my flight cases, and a very red-faced bouncer who suddenly switched to good cop mode.
He said he was very sorry and that of course I could enter, to which I simply replied: 'no, but thank you' and walked back to our car.
I sat in the front seat and he eventually came over and said he was really, really sorry and that he was already in trouble, so please come in.
Again I replied, 'thank you - but that won't be necessary'.
By then he was sweating so much and the owner was pissed: this had been arranged and booked several weeks before.
He then pointed to the band's front guy, who wasn't wearing anything at all on his feet.
He's a child of the Wabanaki tribes of the Southern Maritimes and had been living in Lapland with the Sami, in a wigwam - in deepest winter.
The TV show was about the record we'd just finished and were about to commence touring.
So I sat in the car laughing and waited until the owner came to me, which took a while, but he did.
He apologized on behalf of his bouncer and said he'd make up for the bad attitude somehow after the shoot.
By the time I'd put my moccasins on, the bouncer had disappeared.
He didn't come back either and when I was leaving there another bouncer there, who helped me carry my gear over to the car.
I eventually packed my stuff and was about to leave in the car when the owner came out and asked if I couldn't stick around for dinner on the house?
Nope, but 'thanks for the offer, I gotta get back to the studio' and away I went.
Shortly after, the guys also arrived and the manager handed me an envelope: reserved table any time I like: dinner for two, drinks, the works - on the house.
So yeah, I know how awful it is to suffer racism.
Plus, the bouncer was white, totally and utterly white.
Anti-white, possibly - but I didn't see his teeth, he might well have been a Colgate man.
Hard to say.
But d'you know what?
The bit I'm really looking forward to you telling me how you didn't read any of that
.Always makes me laugh, that bit.
AN4
Member
I surely did -
Post in thread '
General Chat Thread' https://islepoli.com/threads/🔥🤬general-chat-thread.137/post-13713No, you really don't.
If you had your way we'd all be lined up on the Russian border and pelted with sauna stones and snowballs.
Never more so than in winter, which is when we're so white it'd blind a shut-in like yourself.
Is that
14 : YOU ask the questions. If you don't get a reply keep asking them - it means your opponent is embarrassed and is trying to get off the subject. If they demand you answer questions say "WE ask the questions, because YOU support/justify genocide of MY people!".
From the monkey's guide to being a pain in the hole?
Bravo! Good to hear it
I'm afraid that you're confusing racism with xenophobia, or just a dislike of the Mowl..
to Dublin by a rather large but not very bright bouncer at the door of a bar we were about to shoot an interview for morning television in. He said he didn't like my shoes, which at the time were plimsolls: I wear them when playing in recording studios as they have rubber feet that grip the pedals just right, but he said they weren't good enough for his bar. Then the manager passed by and told me to hurry up and get in and change for make-up, we were starting shooting in a few minutes.
I told him I couldn't do the interview and would he kindly tell the television people from YLE to press on without me, I was going back to the studio.
He asked why and I said: 'ask him, he doesn't like my shoes and won't let me in to the room we reserved' and the bouncer stood there thoroughly confused.
I said to him that he shouldn't worry, I wasn't coming in after all but to please stand to one side as my gear was being taken in but I wanted it back out.
Then the owner got involved, the bouncer told his story and I agreed with every word of it: 'yes, plimsolls' but I wasn't coming in after all, forget the TV show.
By now it's me, the bouncer, the owner, my manager, the guys from the band, the bar staff, and a crowd of rubberneckers wondering what was going on.
Cameras, cables stretching out the door and into the OB unit, my flight cases, and a very red-faced bouncer who suddenly switched to good cop mode.
He said he was very sorry and that of course I could enter, to which I simply replied: 'no, but thank you' and walked back to our car.
I sat in the front seat and he eventually came over and said he was really, really sorry and that he was already in trouble, so please come in.
Again I replied, 'thank you - but that won't be necessary'.
By then he was sweating so much and the owner was pissed: this had been arranged and booked several weeks before.
He then pointed to the band's front guy, who wasn't wearing anything at all on his feet.
He's a child of the Wabanaki tribes of the Southern Maritimes and had been living in Lapland with the Sami, in a wigwam - in deepest winter.
The TV show was about the record we'd just finished and were about to commence touring.
So I sat in the car laughing and waited until the owner came to me, which took a while, but he did.
He apologized on behalf of his bouncer and said he'd make up for the bad attitude somehow after the shoot.
By the time I'd put my moccasins on, the bouncer had disappeared.
He didn't come back either and when I was leaving there another bouncer there, who helped me carry my gear over to the car.
I eventually packed my stuff and was about to leave in the car when the owner came out and asked if I couldn't stick around for dinner on the house?
Nope, but 'thanks for the offer, I gotta get back to the studio' and away I went.
Shortly after, the guys also arrived and the manager handed me an envelope: reserved table any time I like: dinner for two, drinks, the works - on the house.
So yeah, I know how awful it is to suffer racism.
Plus, the bouncer was white, totally and utterly white.
Anti-white, possibly - but I didn't see his teeth, he might well have been a Colgate man.
Hard to say.
But d'you know what?
The bit I'm really looking forward to you telling me how you didn't read any of that
Always makes me laugh, that bit.
Mowl
Member
I surely did -
Post in thread '
That's just your standard disingenuous Jambo-waffle, the sort of thing you toss out before returning to your well-rehearsed script from the Bugs Booty guys.
I didn't fall for it then and I ain't falling for it now, you stupid cunt.
Every once in a while you have these breakdowns where you tell me I'm ruining this site for everyone (even though there's only me.. ..and bits of you) and that I should step up and be a bit more conversationy with you instead of this permanent hostility and me poking fun out of you. Except your idea of a conversationy conversation is also straight out of your Bugs Booger list of pre-arranged ruses to trap suckers and suck them down into your slimy rabbit-hole while you go through the various steps of your script to reach a conclusion that makes you feel you've actually won something.
Once you asked me what news channels I could access from Helsinki and I listed them for you: at that time, I didn't know your game quite as well as I do now, but I answered your question and listed a variety of new channels available on standard cable, that I'm not a movie or series buff and I don't subscribe to TV channels or pay-per-view services. Regardless, your instant reaction (it took all of a few seconds) was to reply with a laughter emoji and some old tat about anti-white news channels.
That was when I realized your actual game: you weren't even remotely interested in which channels we have up here on cable. You were interested in setting up a standard tiddly winks move: get me into position so you could return a laughter emoji, then dismiss your own question as me being overly earnest and, in your tired old eyes, out of the loop.
Since then I've never taken you seriously.
Since then I've realized how sad an individual you actually are, so much so that I do feel pity for you at times.
Since then I've felt that maybe it's not fair to lampoon and lambast you - you're just a messenger boy after all - not that you realize it.
But so it is, and so are you.
And so too am I: poking at your pathetic notions of being a functioning human, an actual person, of any value to anyone, anywhere.
But you're not, are you?
You're just Jambo - a laughing stock, a humanoid cliche, a failed experiment of your own parent's devising, and so they departed this life - and you.
The one thing I've given to you that'll last for your entire lifetime on the intertits?
Your name.
Your stupid fucking twat name: Jambo - the Irish walking cliche in a world of fake handbags and second-hand opinions.
I know you hate it, I know too that you hate me for baptizing you with it.
But you caused me to do it by simply being who and what you are: a twat.
A twat who actually takes not just himself - but his roolbuck - so seriously it could make a three-week dead fish to start wriggling and writing in embarrassment.
Must get real tiring trying to appear chipper and zesty while you're being laughed at by how many people just now?
Two sites: and both of them watching you slowly disappear up your own hole?
Nah, it was - if anything, just another of those things that have happened in my life because of how I design my life to serve me.
I didn't care what the stupid cunt said to me - I could see he was from way up the country: a redneck, new to city life and out of his comfort zone.
Humiliating him was easy, much as it is with you - but more than that - getting him sacked was personal, and I enjoyed every moment of it.
You see, one of your biggest problems is actually you yourself: all your ideas come from the same place.
Every.
Fucking.
One.
Of.
Them.
This is how we can predict what you're going to do and say next, even when you yourself don't.
Mental, eh.
But still you stand in line waiting for your daily beating?
You know what that says about you, your sister, and your deceased parents' view of you?
Along with everyone else who sees how you live, how you operate, what you're about, and how sad it all really is?
That bit also makes me laugh.
L.
O.
L.
AN4
Member
No idea who they are, tbh
You appear to be someone who believes (and parrots) everything roc says about me. Poor Mowl
I didn't fall for it then and I ain't falling for it now, you stupid cunt.
Every once in a while you have these breakdowns where you tell me I'm ruining this site for everyone (even though there's only me.. ..and bits of you) and that I should step up and be a bit more conversationy with you instead of this permanent hostility and me poking fun out of you. Except your idea of a conversationy conversation is also straight out of your Bugs Booger list of pre-arranged ruses to trap suckers and suck them down into your slimy rabbit-hole while you go through the various steps of your script to reach a conclusion that makes you feel you've actually won something.
Once you asked me what news channels I could access from Helsinki and I listed them for you: at that time, I didn't know your game quite as well as I do now, but I answered your question and listed a variety of new channels available on standard cable, that I'm not a movie or series buff and I don't subscribe to TV channels or pay-per-view services. Regardless, your instant reaction (it took all of a few seconds) was to reply with a laughter emoji and some old tat about anti-white news channels.
That was when I realized your actual game: you weren't even remotely interested in which channels we have up here on cable. You were interested in setting up a standard tiddly winks move: get me into position so you could return a laughter emoji, then dismiss your own question as me being overly earnest and, in your tired old eyes, out of the loop.
Since then I've never taken you seriously.
Since then I've realized how sad an individual you actually are, so much so that I do feel pity for you at times.
Since then I've felt that maybe it's not fair to lampoon and lambast you - you're just a messenger boy after all - not that you realize it.
But so it is, and so are you.
And so too am I: poking at your pathetic notions of being a functioning human, an actual person, of any value to anyone, anywhere.
But you're not, are you?
You're just Jambo - a laughing stock, a humanoid cliche, a failed experiment of your own parent's devising, and so they departed this life - and you.
The one thing I've given to you that'll last for your entire lifetime on the intertits?
Your name.
Your stupid fucking twat name: Jambo - the Irish walking cliche in a world of fake handbags and second-hand opinions.
I know you hate it, I know too that you hate me for baptizing you with it.
But you caused me to do it by simply being who and what you are: a twat.
A twat who actually takes not just himself - but his roolbuck - so seriously it could make a three-week dead fish to start wriggling and writing in embarrassment.
Must get real tiring trying to appear chipper and zesty while you're being laughed at by how many people just now?
Two sites: and both of them watching you slowly disappear up your own hole?
Nah, it was - if anything, just another of those things that have happened in my life because of how I design my life to serve me.
I didn't care what the stupid cunt said to me - I could see he was from way up the country: a redneck, new to city life and out of his comfort zone.
Humiliating him was easy, much as it is with you - but more than that - getting him sacked was personal, and I enjoyed every moment of it.
You see, one of your biggest problems is actually you yourself: all your ideas come from the same place.
Every.
Fucking.
One.
Of.
Them.
This is how we can predict what you're going to do and say next, even when you yourself don't.
Mental, eh.
But still you stand in line waiting for your daily beating?
You know what that says about you, your sister, and your deceased parents' view of you?
Along with everyone else who sees how you live, how you operate, what you're about, and how sad it all really is?
That bit also makes me laugh.
L.
O.
L.
Mowl
Member
Yeah.
Really.
LOL
Etc.
http://mantra.awardspace.us/
You appear to be someone utterly oblivious to your own total dysfunction.
As human beings go, you're of exceptionally little use to anyone anywhere, especially in your home country, which you'll never leave. You have nowhere else to go. So all of your bullshit machinations about culture and identity mean nothing in the real world. Once you step outside the door of the house you were born into and have never left, nothing of what you say and do online has any meaning whatsoever. Doesn't matter who's more Irish than whom. Ireland is fucked either way. It's only ever going to get worse for people like you. Your racism isn't something you'd openly discuss in public either, because you know perfectly well you'd be stabbed and left to die while your house is set alight and your whole life erased.
That's the funniest part of it to me: once you die, all that remains are a few tawdry posts on a few obscure chat sites for Irish weirdos to proclaim their worthless opinions and thoughts to other earnest twats with too much time on their hands. Me? I'm here for the larfs. I'm here to stick a bug up your loudmouth loser asshole so's I can watch you dance in and around the seventeen-step program you claim to not know of.
This one: http://mantra.awardspace.us/
Anders Brevik.
Now there's a man who you might like.
He wrote up his manifesto, proclaimed his allegiances, then slaughtered a gang of innocent children and blew up the high streets in downtown Oslo.
Nazi salutes in the courtroom, still clearly radicalized and foaming at the mouth.
But nothing he did is going to stop what's happening to his country, just as nothing you say or do is of any purpose or meaning.
These are just words on a screen, devoid of reality, disconnected from the world at large and people by losers like you trying to find meaning and purpose.
But it's a hopeless game you're playing - and losing.
This is precisely why I enjoy poking at you, pointing at you, reminding you of the simple reality just beyond your front door.
You're Irish, in Ireland, you speak English. Africa loves this. Asians love this. Latinos, polacks, Lithuanians love it.
You set yourselves up for this years ago when you were told you were rich by your banks and government.
So your first move was to import some slaves to do your dirty work.
They came from all over - they too mesmerized by the money that seemed to be floating on the breeze.
They did their jobs, they married, they had children, and their children are having even more children and nothing you say or do can stop it.
They're part of the fabric of your life in its current form: you may hate them but they ain't going anywhere.
Might as well get used to it - you don't seem to want to learn any other way of handling these things without resorting to blatant racism.
Perhaps if you spoke Irish in Ireland you wouldn't be so snowed under the imports?
Maybe if you stuck to coddle and stew, Guinness and Jameson, the GAA and rugby, and taught your children to speak Gaelic there might be some chance?
Too late now, Jambo - all those ships have sunk.
You're all Dutch Gold and Big Macs.
Your favourite music is British.
Your favourite beer is Dutch.
Your clothing is from Penneys, who had it made in some Asian sweatshop.
Your shoes are Adidas and Nike, also from the sweatshops.
You shop in the corner shop belonging to some Chinese businessman who only employs Asians.
Buying your American tobacco and Lebanese soapbar.
Your Playboy and your Daily Mirror.
Yaxley-Lennon and whomever is the big-tits all-Brit suntanned and tattooed slut of the day.
Even your name is British in origin, meaning you are of British lineage.
To me you're less Irish than a black man I know very well.
And you know it - much as it hurts.
His kids are in the GAA, they speak fluent Irish and attend an Irish-speaking school in Dublin
Their skin is lighter than his, but then their mother is French.
She too is more Irish than you'll ever be.
In short, you're one terminally confused little boy in a big bad world you don't understand.
You have the iq of a hyperactive mongrel mutt in heat in high summer.
You make me laugh.
A laughing stock.
Mowl
Member
Poor Jambo: he seems to think it's strange that more than one person at a time can consider him the twat he is.
One doesn't need to copy another in lampooning you, Jimmah.
Your schtick is the same every where you go, so why should one observer's opinion differ so radically from another?
We all see you for the gobshite messenger boy you are - and have always been.
One might imagine that a supposed 200+ iq ought to be less of a twat than you are, but hey: one lie follows the next with you, you spoofing moron.
We all know that.
Mowl
Member
Pick any of these 19 points and try to tell us how it's not your game: BUGS Buddy Web
Both? Jimmy, everyone who knows you or has ever come across you online can spot your sad little game coming from two hundred miles out.
Nope, we're both - along with many others - simply stating actual facts.
While you have.. .. ..er, let's see: nineteen original thoughts of your own?
BUGS Buddy Web
Poor Jambo D.
Always in a tizzy.
Mowl
Member
Unwritten rule (No.20) 'always deny the existence of these rules..'
Has it got something to do with who's naughty and nice?
Rule 12: Be aggressive and take the moral high-ground; if they call you names say "You're only saying that because I'm
AN4
Member
Naughty or nice? I consider that I do have the moral high ground most of the time. You almost never do..
Mowl
Member
That you're an East17 fan?
Correct.
Did you have to use the search function to find that one, or was it just wishful thinking?
Not half as shocking as you being a modern day East17 fan.
I'm sure I am, Jambo.
Nah, just the humdingers and scatter-gun posts.
Directly from the rule-book: http://mantra.awardspace.us/
And, as a guest, you don't have the search function, so you have to trawl through all of the threads to find 'em
Nope.
Select The Equalizer.
Your profile page opens.
All of your posts are laid out in the order you made them.
Last night you were up until 0700 - the break of dawn in Ireland.
Posting all sorts of stupid, including this one with some other illiterate gobshite pal of Tigger the toe-rag's:
Which is you brown-nosing your way into Fats Kelly's good books.
Next up you'll be doing live interviews with the giant blob of watery jelly.
Mowl
Member
Baha!
So you still haven't figured out that the timestamps you see on posts - as a guest, are U.S. time (Massachusetts I presume). Unbelievable
It's okay to admit that you're addicted to posting on chat sites all night because you're sad and lonely.
Lots of others suffer the same existence: afraid of the opposite sex, jobless and directionless, a beer-swilling drunkard, and a bum squatting in the house your sister owns half of, but you won't let her have what's rightfully hers because you'll be homeless if you do.
I know it's hard out there, but you'll never know for sure whether you can make it on your own if you keep going in the direction you're currently taking.
AN4
Member
That you're an East17 fan?
Correct.
Yep
Another quote of yours, verbatim
or was it just wishful thinking?
Not half as shocking as you being a modern day East17 fan.
I'm sure I am, Jambo.
Nah, just the humdingers and scatter-gun posts.
Directly from the rule-book: http://mantra.awardspace.us/
Nope.
Select The Equalizer.
Your profile page opens.
All of your posts are laid out in the order you made them.
Last night you were up until 0700 - the break of dawn in Ireland.
Posting all sorts of stupid, including this one with some other illiterate gobshite pal of Tigger the toe-rag's:
Which is you brown-nosing your way into Fats Kelly's good books.
Next up you'll be doing live interviews with the giant blob of watery jelly.
AN4
Member
Is that why you deleted the post?
Are you so out of your head during the day (I thought that only happened from the evening onwards) that you forget the Satanic shit you post?