Mowl
Member
Only those striving for the limelight but failing to achieve it are musical failures, kid.
It's not all drinking and getting high like your male heroes (the Gallagher brothers) and fucking around.
Some of us are actual artists.
I live in the world's happiest country.
You barely exist on a hopeless little island sinking under a massive, massive debt that you allowed to happen. Blame yourself, you're a citizen, therefore you're liable for your own choices. I made mine: I got out before the shit the fan and I chose the single most enviable place to be instead of killing myself with depression and endless financial worries because of the clowns you and yours voted into power.
As a nationalist, you're a failure.
As a human being, you're a failure.
You're an angry young man whose mother died and left him behind. If I were in your shoes, I'd be angry too. But I'm not. I'm the happiest Irish guy in the world's happiest country. Your sense of being abandoned really does make me feel sad for you. I lost my Father to cancer, he was a young man in his mid-40's. But instead of allowing the Irish state to abandon me as they did him, I made a decision: stay and be a permanent slave to the grind, or drop the whole shit and get the fuck out of Dodge. I did it successfully, I'm absolutely thrilled to wake up every morning here in Helsinki.
I know you're envious. I know you can't really get your head around how I, a knacker from Ballyer, out-classed losers like you by being happy in my life. Actually happiness: seeing and hearing the kids playing out in the courtyard. It makes me smile. Taking a walk down to the store and being greeted by everyone I pass. Then smiling to myself about how rich and sweet it is to be here. It's a far easier way of life than the one you're used to. That said, you're unemployed and likely broke. No savings to buy the ticket, see. No idea of where else to go. Realizing you have no worthy qualifications to be accepted into any other English speaking country. You can't even speak your own language. Not a very good nationalist, eh.
If you took your head out of your arse you'd know all this - I wouldn't even have to address it.
Nah. I ended up the happiest Irish guy in Finland, the world's - - - - - - - - country.
Fill in the blanks as you see fit: it'll flow off me like water on a swan's breast.
No matter what you say, you know and I know that you hate your country. You hate your society, and for valid reasons. You hate every white Irish person you meet, you're Ireland's most anti-white and hate-filled narcissist you yourself ever met. So it's okay, trail around after me, pick up the crumbs I leave for you. Then tell yourself how happy you are at the thought of living a shitty Irish life on a shitty little island out in the Atlantic, and remind yourself that it's not forever: you will die in a few years. Having done nothing of any note with your paltry existence.
Your anger drips off every post you make. Of course we all know exactly how angry and unhappy you are. But get this: those were the choices you made. You tossed the dice and came up with a losing combination: hate and spite. It's all that keeps you going, eh. I laugh looking at your convoluted attempts to rile me. You can't though. Because most of all - happiness and contentment are the most important things to feel in any individual. I'm very happy. Even if I was ;less happy than I am today, I'd still be happier than you'll ever be. So let your jealousy and envy drown you. I'll still be laughing at your hopeless situation.
Time's running out, kid.
And fast.
You better decide fairly soon what you're going to do with what little time you have left.
Otherwise your life means nothing in the bigger picture of things.
All this bleating about nationalism, ethnicity, civility, and what not means fuck all anyway. Nothing changes as a result of you hopping on here to moan and gripe about your being replaced by some black as coal bloke from central Africa. Yes, you're being replaced. And you're being replaced because you're useless. You could be replaced by a sweeping brush. Or the left-overs of a slaughtered old sow out on the killing floor. By the time you clock that it's now or never, it'll all still be exactly the same as it is for you now: utterly hopeless. Nothing you do or say say changes a goddamned thing. And you know it. That's why you come on here: looking for a place to vent your rage about how you've completely failed to build a life worth living. It's not our fault your Ma died. It's not going to help you in any way raging at me: if you were smart you'd realize you've been trumped. Outsmarted by exactly the kind of person you hate: a happy one.
You can LOL and TLDR all you like - that's not going to change anything either.
Go wash your butt.
