Are either of you guys aware that you're talking about politicians (or ex-politician in the case of the Finnish bimbo) and not your teenage crushes
Are you aware that what we're doing here is dedicating ourselves to laughing directly into your stupid Irish gnationalism face when you take yourself and your bullshit opinions oh-so very seriously? Because that's what this is, there's no mission to save Ireland, there's no striving to make this site a respectable one full of other bullshitters looking to join in some silly dance around the Capitol building or Buckingham palace.
I watch your efforts on the kiddie site because I get to see you stretch your trolling muscle trying to convince anyone at all down into your rabbit hole so's you can pin them to the wall and bore them to death with your repetitive auld waffle about how Islam and 'de mozelemms' are trying to replace you.
Jimmy, you could be replaced by a dead dog with a stick rammed up its arse to keep it standing.
You could be replaced by a bucket of still-warm poop gathered from the collective army of losers on said kiddie site.
Pinchymama doesn't even know you exist (or at least that's what we hope) yet you carry a love for her so deep she'd piss her little knickers if she knew.
Tommeh is oblivious to you in the same manner, yet you fret over the midgety little cunt like he's some sort of deity.
Sanna was a party leader, prime minister, a mother, and a national hero: you're a loser nobody with zero life or accomplishments of any kind.
Ten thousand people subscribe to me, slightly less than subscribe to al Martin: they only people who subscribe to you are David and I, and boy do we laugh.
I never had any teenage crushes, I had teenage girlfriends, lots of them, they knew each other, they didn't care: they adored me and I fooled around with all of 'em. While I was doing that, you were fantasizing about an eight year old girl who plays tiddlywinks. Her and Liam Gallagher's boxer shorts. So the only actual bimbo around here is
you, Jimmy Dawsonofabitch.
We think you're well worth the investment of our laugh-time.
We think you're a sitting fucking duck for the ribbing.
I think you're a sad little wanker, a common drunkard with a yap on him.
You have no friends, no family, no woman, and no life.
You're fucking hilarious when you get all serious about your posts and your opinions.
We laugh even louder when you get reams of them deleted by the kid who owns the kiddie site.
You're basically the classroom dummy, usually stood in the corner facing the wall - your dunce's hat tilted jauntily to one side.
You have nothing worth living for bar your fear of death.
Think about that, Seamus.