No, I told you, I don't watch the 6.1
Caught red-handed: desperately tries to make a distraction by spoofing about some protest or other.
Spoofer, RTE's your best friend - you ARE paying for it after all.
Even if you're not (being the dole head you are) paying for the license, you're still a member of their audience. It's your national broadcaster after all. In that light, you either agree with them, disagree with them, consider them liars or agents of the truth or total spoofers. But you still abide with them. You can't deny that: no matter how many videos Keith Woods makes, I doubt he made one about that.
Abiding with spin and distortions of the truth makes you part of the problem. By ignoring that simple fact, you place yourself among their ranks. You might try to dismiss them with the occasional crack at their (undeniable) ineptitude, but you still sit there swallowing their Kool Aid.
You claim: '
I checked the RTE website (and theurinal.ie) to see what they had written about the protest..'
So you wanted to read about the protest?
Why weren't you there with the rest of your pals, Woods, Morgon, Towelhead, et al?
You didn't bother to turn up, instead you stayed home and read about it on RTE.
You're a fucking idiot, Dawson - a total fucking time-wasting little pin-head dick with the brains of a retarded culchie gombeen gobdaw.
You're also a liar, a lick-arse, a long-term spoofer, a drunk, and an unemployed yap sucking at the teat.
What more needs to be said?
You sad bastard - everyone's laughing at you - you dropped your pants at exactly the wrong moment.
Protest? My arse - what the fuck has any protest got to do with you? The only thing that'll ever get you off your lazy hole is a cut in your benefits that leaves you having to choose between bread, tea, chicken wings, frozen pizza, or else your slab of Dutch Gold. You have no credibility, you never did actually. Right now you're a laughing stock and you won't get to forget this boob too easily. I won't let you. Neither will anyone else.
Bet your Z Team are busting their sphincters at you, standing there with your pants around your ankles and your little balls in your hand.
Ask anyone.
Even RTE.
Loser.
