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Mowl
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Ask yourself this, Jambo: what fucking difference could it possibly make where, when, or why I 'get my news' from online given that I'm up here in the world's happiest country, enjoying all the positives of Nordic life while you're sitting on your hole in Ireland moaning about Halal Alodid and his knife-wielding antics against an innocent Irishman with special needs?
It has no bearing whatsoever on me - just as all the rest of the bullshit you're being spoon-fed and regurgitating online means nothing to me.
It's comedy, it's the smirk hidden under a smile I love to flash at you because you have to live with that shit - not me.
You seriously think I'm going to watch one of your memes, Jimmy?
Please tell me you're not already drunk at lunchtime on a Thursday?
Or have you been up on another dirty-all-nighter online?
Throwing shapes and acting all 'ard and that?
Poor Jambo: he's in the thick of it - but he can't stop trying to niggle The Mowl - because he knows The Mowl's much happier than he is.
What a waste of iq.
Mowl
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Photograph taken at lunchtime on Thursday 11th June in Belfast city center:
They're saying the buses aren't operating and most of the major outlets have their doors closed and shutters down. They're trying to sell panic and anger, mostly in the hope of bringing out even more yobs to destroy their own city by setting fires, throwing petrol bombs, burning out buses, burning innocent people out of their houses, yadda, yadda, yadda.
Of course, that black guy you see strolling through the city streets doesn't look too panicked to me.
How about you, Jambo?
Should he run for his life?
Are you going to go after him with a few memes and pretty postcards?
Why should I?
It's not my problem - it's yours.
What would you want me to do that you're not already doing?
Take sides and blog about how my side's smarter, better, faster, cleaner, tastier than yours?
All news is fake news, Jambo - that's how the world is: lots of people, lots of opinions, everyone thinks they're right and you're wrong.
Me?
I'm from Ballyer: I know exactly how big the bombs I've dodged are.
I left for a better life elsewhere, and built it.
Now I'm enjoying it, and enjoying watching you make a fool of yourself with all this hot air and earnestness about some half-blind bloke up in Belfast.
You're not doing anything about it now, and you're not going to do anything about it later.
You're going to sit on your hole like you always do, tossing out memes and thinking you're changing the world.
Jimmy, the only thing that needs changing is your underpants.
You've got a rip in your couch.
Wash your butt.
Why do I think WHOM is trying to shut down social media?
What makes you think I'm even slightly concerned about such a thing?
Who exactly is trying to force people to dox themselves?
You are James 'Jambo' Dawson, are you not?
Everyone knows my name, Jambo - I've never tried to hide it.
Why would I do that, what would be the point?
Do you see me throwing out threats to kill people?
I stand by what I say, which is why there are over ten thousand people queuing up to read me.
Nobody anywhere gives a flying fuck what you have to say, which isn't really much, now is it?
You've been selling the same auld rope for yonks.
And nobody's buying it either, are they?
How many people have you converted to your way of thinking thus far, Jambo?
None, isn't it.
Absolutely no one.
Bar yourself.
In twenty years time, if you're still alive, you'll look back at these days wondering why you were such a hopeless fucking dickhead.
But me?
I'll still be laughing, and smirking, and smiling, and generally being much happier than though.
No daily totting up the stabbings around town either.
Happiness truly is a fantastic state of mind.
It's a pity you'll never know it.
But also funny.
They're saying the buses aren't operating and most of the major outlets have their doors closed and shutters down. They're trying to sell panic and anger, mostly in the hope of bringing out even more yobs to destroy their own city by setting fires, throwing petrol bombs, burning out buses, burning innocent people out of their houses, yadda, yadda, yadda.
Of course, that black guy you see strolling through the city streets doesn't look too panicked to me.
How about you, Jambo?
Should he run for his life?
Are you going to go after him with a few memes and pretty postcards?
Why should I?
It's not my problem - it's yours.
What would you want me to do that you're not already doing?
Take sides and blog about how my side's smarter, better, faster, cleaner, tastier than yours?
All news is fake news, Jambo - that's how the world is: lots of people, lots of opinions, everyone thinks they're right and you're wrong.
Me?
I'm from Ballyer: I know exactly how big the bombs I've dodged are.
I left for a better life elsewhere, and built it.
Now I'm enjoying it, and enjoying watching you make a fool of yourself with all this hot air and earnestness about some half-blind bloke up in Belfast.
You're not doing anything about it now, and you're not going to do anything about it later.
You're going to sit on your hole like you always do, tossing out memes and thinking you're changing the world.
Jimmy, the only thing that needs changing is your underpants.
You've got a rip in your couch.
Wash your butt.
Why do I think WHOM is trying to shut down social media?
What makes you think I'm even slightly concerned about such a thing?
Who exactly is trying to force people to dox themselves?
You are James 'Jambo' Dawson, are you not?
Everyone knows my name, Jambo - I've never tried to hide it.
Why would I do that, what would be the point?
Do you see me throwing out threats to kill people?
I stand by what I say, which is why there are over ten thousand people queuing up to read me.
Nobody anywhere gives a flying fuck what you have to say, which isn't really much, now is it?
You've been selling the same auld rope for yonks.
And nobody's buying it either, are they?
How many people have you converted to your way of thinking thus far, Jambo?
None, isn't it.
Absolutely no one.
Bar yourself.
In twenty years time, if you're still alive, you'll look back at these days wondering why you were such a hopeless fucking dickhead.
But me?
I'll still be laughing, and smirking, and smiling, and generally being much happier than though.
No daily totting up the stabbings around town either.
Happiness truly is a fantastic state of mind.
It's a pity you'll never know it.
But also funny.
Mowl
Member
Has somebody asked you to identify yourself before they'll let you watch your porn, Jimmy?
Doesn't even care that the news he watches is fake
This is Finland - the news is in Finnish, it's about Finland, featuring Finns, Finland, and Nordic life in general.
The petty woes of island nations like yours who destroyed their own way of life and culture doesn't make for interesting news to happy people like us.
We made other choices, and none of the shit that's happening to you is happening to us, and so it'll remain for our lifetimes.
We have obstacles which must be surmounted in order for one to qualify as a 'refugee' of any sort or any location.
These obstacles are way too much for your average refugee and very few qualify at all, never mind get to spend to the rest of their lives up here.
They find Finnish language far too complex to learn.
They find the winters to too hard to endure.
They don't fit in and they know it, so the few we have have had to adapt as best they can.
Not many of them can manage it though, hence the numbers being so low and the frequency of stabbings rather stunted - in comparison to yours.
Take a walk though the old Helsinki city center any day and tell me what you see happening there that's also happening in Dublin and Belfast?
I say old city center, that's because we're building new city centers all the time.
There's lots of development going on, not just apartments, but enormous shopping districts like Kalasatama, which is just down the road from Arabia.
Thirty-five storey blocks clustered together with endless shopping and leisure spots, pubs, restaurants, new libraries, new clinics, the works.
The economy is chugging along like a well oiled machine and everyone has work, money, and a quotient of happiness you'll never feel.
Your mistakes were made a long time ago, Jimmy.
That Celtic mongrel you all fell for fucked you in ways you're only beginning to see and understand.
But - and this is the major but: it's too late to undo what's been done, all you can do is try to hold on tight and hope for the best, which won't come.
Money, it changes everything, Jimmy - doesn't it?
And it sure as shit fucked you lot up pretty hard.
They're not invaders, you invited them in.
You offered them jobs - the same jobs you didn't want to do yourself.
Now they own you.
These days, their needs are addressed long before yours are even registered.
And that's not going to change, and certainly not by blogging your bullshit all day and fucking night.
I told you umpteen times: Ireland should have looked more closely at Finland and tried to figure out how we got it all so right and you fucked it all up.
But you didn't, and you won't; because Ireland can't do what Finland did because Ireland's way too corrupt and amateur.
From the moment you got the smell of cash dollar money, you took your eye off the ball.
Now it's out of your hands and you'll never get it back, doesn't matter what you do, or don't do.
So you'd better get used to the smell of misery in the morning, Jambo.
AN4
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What about the documentaries you watch, you know, the ones roc instructs you to about the bad people ("white supremacists"), do you think they're real?Has somebody asked you to identify yourself before they'll let you watch your porn, Jimmy?
This is Finland - the news is in Finnish, it's about Finland, featuring Finns, Finland, and Nordic life in general.
The petty woes of island nations like yours who destroyed their own way of life and culture doesn't make for interesting news to happy people like us.
We made other choices, and none of the shit that's happening to you is happening to us, and so it'll remain for our lifetimes.
We've have obstacles which must be surmounted in order for one to qualify as a 'refugee' of any sort or any location.
These obstacles are way too much for your average refugee and very few qualify at all, never mind get to spend to the rest of their lives up here.
They find Finnish far too complex to learn.
They find the winters to too hard to endure.
They don't fit in and they know it, so the few we have have had to adapt as best they can.
Not many of them can manage it though, hence the numbers being so low and the frequency of stabbings rather stunted - in comparison to yours.
Take a walk though the old Helsinki city center any day and tell me what you see happening there is happening in Dublin/Belfast too?
I say old city center, that's because we're building new city centers all the time.
There's lots of development going on, not just apartments, but enormous shopping centers like Kalasatama, which is just down the road from Arabia.
Thirty-five storey blocks clustered together with endless shopping and leisure spots, pubs, restaurants, new libraries, new clinics, the works.
The economy is chugging along liker a well oiled machine and everyone has work, money, and a quotient of happiness you'll never feel.
Your mistakes were made a long time ago, Jimmy.
That Celtic mongrel you all fell for fucked you in ways you're only beginning to see and understand.
But - and this is the major but: it's too late to undo what's been done, all you can do is try to hold on tight and hope for the best, which won't come.
Money, it changes everything, Jimmy - doesn't it?
And it sure as shit fucked you lot up pretty hard.
They're not invaders, you invited them in.
You offered them jobs - the same jobs you didn't want to do yourself.
Now they own you.
These days, their needs are addressed long before yours are even registered.
And that's not going to change, and certainly not by blogging your bullshit all day and fucking night.
I told you umpteen times: Ireland should have looked more closely at Finland and tried to figure out how we got it all so right and you fucked it all up.
But you didn't, and you won't; because Ireland can't do what Finland did because Ireland's way too corrupt and amateur.
From the moment you got the smell of cash dollar money, you took your eye off the ball.
Now it's out of your hands and you'll never get it back, doesn't matter what you do, or don't do.
So you'd better get used to the smell of misery in the morning, Jambo.
They're actually usually quite comical, if you know time it is. Like I do
AN4
Member
There's nothing you like more of a night in (which is all of them) than to watch Louis's documentary on the bad people.. followed by the movie - Good Morning Vietnam!Lame.
You're getting really desperate now, Jambo.
Morto for you.
If I know time it is?
What time it is?
And what are 'they' anyway?
Yes, it's an expression, I would've thought that a w*gger like you would know what it means tbh
AN4
Member
The subject is about what's real and what's fake, as it relates to news & documentaries etc.
Do you know why it's fake, Mowl?
Anticipated response:
"I don't care, Jambo."
- Mowl
AN4
Member
I'm just trying to help you
Mowl
Member
You'd be better off helping yourself, Jambo.
Your life is pretty fucked up and only likely to get worse as time passes you by.
And pass you by it does, the longer you sit on your hole moaning, the worse it's gonna get.
Mowl, did you see this in the fake news media -
No, but I can watch it layer via the same online media you have access to.
The internet's weird like that.
Have you any friends at all in the real world, Jimmy?
Do you ever go to a bar or a club?
And are all your pizzas delivered or do you ever actually sit down and eat a pizza at the joint you bought it?
Ah, yes: a video - from Jambo to me.
Guess what's gonna happen to that one?
You're considering it?
Good.
AN4
Member
Mowl!#&1
What are you doing out of bed (at this ungodly hour)?
Is that the old Ballyfermit accent returning?
Yeah but you're going to watch it lay-er, right?
Mowl
Member
Yes, darling?
What are you doing out of bed (at this ungodly hour)?
Pointing fingers at you and laugh, you dope-box stunt.
Crap the way none of your names for other bloggers stick?
I mean, when I baptized you Jambo, everyone took to it immediately and mostly because it sums you up. Rhymes with Sambo, an old derogatory term from persons of colour (like my buddy who's African/Irish - and who's still more Irish than you'll ever be) and is also a name that suggests abject stupidity on the behalf of the person wearing it. Which is you. I tease you with Jimmy, Shay, Seamus, and so on but you'll always be Jambo, and it'll always have been me who bestowed it upon you.
Mowl doesn't seem to be working out for you either, which is even more hilarious than your soapbox dunce effort. Val Martin has bus-loads of names for politicians, he uses them all the time in a mock-serious tone yet nobody anywhere takes him up on these names either. Imagine Val's big mad head leering into the camera, mugging away in a faux-posh voice: 'Richard, mmBOILED-mmCARROTmmn' like he's not a mental-case culchie-thicko missing several front teeth and the occasional bath.
So why not actually use the name for your next username/account after getting booted off Arsefield's?
Is that the old Ballyfermit accent returning?
I've never had a Ballyfermot accent - or an even vaguely Dublin accent, Jambo.
That's why they picked me to meet Marian Finucane from RTE back in the days when we won the all-Ireland schoolboy's GAA championship at Croker.
If you're trying to mimic the Ballyer accent, then get it fucking right, it's 'lay-rer' not lay-er.
Lay-er would more accurately be the term for the local children's playground: as in playground, player, lay-er.
Like my name: the hole, the howl, the mowl, j'mowl.
As in: 'a'righ' dare, j'Mowl?'
The Mowl refers to the small shore outside the front gates of every house in Ballyer, a hole which contains the on/off switch for the water supply to the house when the city council have works going on, or even when the state tried to insert meters into them to gauge how much water they'll be charging you for. Water? Charging you for water? In Ireland, says you? Water? It never fucking STOPS raining. Rivers. Lakes. Ponds, canals, more rivers, lakes, seas, a whole fucking ocean, rain, snow, sleet, fog, mist, rain, lashing rain, dripping rain, hail, people pissing up the walls.
But thanks to the likes of me, you don't have to pay through the nose for the few dribbles to shower in or something brew up your tay.
So anyway, back to you not being able to affix names to persons.
Bet you wish you were better at it than you are?
Here, this classic (timestamped) song celebrates your inner Jambo, your 'Jambo-Jumbo' as it were:
AN4
Member
Is that right, Mowl?
I take it you that you typed the same four-letter word changing the first letter from 'M' to 'G' and didn't cop that it autocorrects on this site, which is slavishly administered by Dave for you..
What a fucking dunce
Mowl
Member
Apart from the fact that when you use it nobody knows who or what the fuck you're talking about.
That's kind of falling rather far short of the objective though, is it not?
What shape and colour of a soapbox are you seeing in your mind's eye when you say this?
I don't see a box of any kind: just words on a screen.
Are you sure it actually exists?
Or are you just lame?
A bit like you're doing yourself just now?
I always said you were.
Sorry, what?
Were you talking to me, Jambo?
Or since it's Friday, maybe a bit of the auld 'Jambeaux' to wet your whistle?
See?
You typed in Mowl and guess what came out of the filter?
Yes.
No.
Yes.
Oh.
And you.
You - Jambo.
Me, Mowl.
Jambo, Jambo.
What a fucking dunce
Settling in for the full weekender, Jambo?
Got the slabs lined up and the frozen pizzas numbered and in order?
Put the cat out, seal the windows, grab some loob and roll a few spliffs so's not to lose your stride later when you're half blind from the drink?
Good man.