1 million asylum seekers and 4 million given temporary protection in EU+ in 2022.
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Mowl
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Alert! Battle stations! Incoming!
www.thejournal.ie
Asylum applications from Jordan and Nigeria prioritised in effort to 'speed up' processing
The Minister for Justice said the two countries of origin that had the highest number of applications in the last three months will now be prioritised by the IPO.
www.thejournal.ie
Electricity
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Why does "speed up the application process" have such an appeal?
Mowl
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Why does "speed up the application process" have such an appeal?
Makes it look like she's at least trying to get some things done.
Sadly, they're all the wrong things.
But what can you do?
I told you twats a year ago that that woman is dead inside: she's still in shock about her Da, you can see it in her eyes.
Electricity
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Mowl
Member
Thanks, Boss.
Why are you sad, Jimmy?
That it's me living the high life and not you?
Electricity
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I'd hardly describe genocide as "galling"
Mowl
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Yeah, but then again you never leave the house, so it hardly fucking matters.
Electricity
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Lumpy Von Talbot
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I'm all for white replacement theory. I have a list.
Electricity
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So funny I forgot to laugh.. for like the tenth fucking time (you've posted that eh, 'joke')
Srsly, does this fella, who has a hundred million posts on Gaychat (and that's per year) just post once a month here to keep their subscription service alive, or something
Mowl
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That's a little kid's joke from the 1970's, Jimmy.
You preferred Val's 'funny jokes' that no-one gets?
In total and across all the sites you joined and then got banned from, your own post count is even more ridiculous.
And lame.
You've been at this a few years yourself, you dumb fucker.
Poor Jimmy: he gets all lonely at night when the action dies down.
I think he may have a rather insane addiction to these boards, and I do mean an addiction: from the moment he rises around midday to lunchtime, he's banging on about this and that and demanding people answer him immediately or he'll call the argument his. If he didn't have the isle to post on, imagine the gaping hole that is his lunchtime to past-midnight daily routine? Jimmy doesn't even know what fucking day it is half the time. It's all one big blur, days rolling over each other, nights lost in the tap-tap-tapping of his keyboard to nobody of any interest at all.
He analyzes posts by people he doesn't 'like' and then fires his criticism back toward them - but never directly at them.
Then, twenty minutes later, tells the same person he won the debate.
Meanwhile, at the other end of the line all one can hear is a light buzzing sound and the gentle rolling of tumbleweeds passing by.
Lumpy Von Talbot
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Bear in mind these people's only exposure to showbiz before the internet was attending a cattle auction. To them the fellow with the little hammer at the podium was a celebrity. Took years to persuade these fuckwits not to genuflect at the auctioneer's stand.
Mowl
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Lately, I've been selling off excess items I don't need to avoid having so much clutter hanging around to deal with and to worry about. Mostly add-ons for musical equipment rather than the actual instruments. I did, over the course of C19, buy up a lot of music gear at cheap prices and when the farcical lock-down ended I sold some on - and sold some back to the original owners too, at a profit - as arranged when I went to collect my purchases during the C19 period.
Finnish people are very efficient. They are also extremely punctual in a way that might floor some Irish people. Keep them waiting for a prearranged meeting and they will drill you when you arrive. If the meeting is at 1600, they arrive at 1559. If I walk in ten minutes later with a grin on my face, they'll first complain about my tardy attitude and remind me that it's extremely rude to keep a person waiting without telling them beforehand. If you shrug it off, they'll keep it in mind and you'll find that word gets around that you're not to be relied on. You're flaky, loose about protocol, possibly even untrustworthy. So I'm never late, not anymore anyway.
The reason I'm here is to ask if you too have found that persons of a darker skin colour don't give a flying fuck in terms of how they deal with these things? Every single one of them (you can tell - the names give it away) I've dealt with over the last few days have driven me to the point that when I arrange a pick-up place and time, they shuffle in half an hour later, no apology, no explanation, their phone in their hand and no message or notice given. Then they start with all the hustle and bustle of trying to renegotiate a deal we already made, complaining about things and yapping all the time so that you can't get a word in edgeways. So I have to talk over them, then remind them they're late, then remind them we had a deal already made and I'm not here to negotiate at which point they start with the sad little baby routine, whinging about how they got lost, how they don't know how to use the tram/metro/bus system. That they're confused. Or a bit sick. Or that the dog ate their bus pass.
Lately I've been gauging my tolerance levels with these fuckers and on every occasion, I've found that telling them to go fuck themselves is the only way to get a result out of them. Fuck you, fuck your money, your cheap deal, and fuck off. Don't contact me again, asshole. Same with the women: they seem to think they're some sort of queens of Africa. Ten minutes late, a big grin on her fat chops, a million colours in her dress, the slow shuffle of approaching me, arse swaying back and forth on top of a pair of thighs that'd put the frighteners on Val fucking Martin, likely thinking I'll be charmed enough by their flirtatious body language that I'll forget I've been standing here for ten minutes waiting. 'Oh, but it's only a few minutes, stop your worrying man' or the classic childish and bug-eyed pleading of: 'oh, I thought we were to meet at this time?' type bullshit.
So far, I've refused two sales from these imports. I walk over to the meeting place (the terminal of two trams serving my neighbourhood) and they're not there. Must be the next tram. Nope. Still not here. Next tram? Not a fucking fucking sausage. Then when I'm about to give up, a tram passes and there's these massive pair of lips with a huge fat face full of yellow teeth attached to them waving her arms at me like she thought the tram was going to crash or take off for the moon. So I wait until she's off, ask her her name, ask why she didn't call to say she'd be late, and then I finish off with a nice: 'so anyway, the item is sold now to another person, there's someone else coming in an hour and you kept me waiting for too long, and that's fucking rude. Seeya'.
Then it's the pleading and simpering, following me down the street yapping about how it's not her fault she was late, she doesn't know how to use a grid system for buses and trams. Her baby was sick. Her husband was at work. Blah, blah, blah. 'So how long have you lived in Finland?' I casually ask.
*EDIT: there's another one of them on the line right now, she canceled on me yesterday and now she's back asking if I still have the item. I do. But I'm not selling it to her. She complained that she's a poor student and could I please reduce the price to blah, blah, blah and she'll be so fucking happy. Then flaked out. So I'll wait until she's at the tram stop, then tell her she's too late, it's gone - sold to someone else who came and collected it immediately and at the asking price. A Finnish person. In her car. Right on time. With a big happy smile and a thank you she really meant. She just left actually. She said: 'It's for my boy, he's ten years old now and I want to be in touch with him when he's going to and from school alone in winter time. Kiitos paljon!' and hands me the cash.
So yer wan replies and says 'I come here when I am seven'. I give her a sidelong glance and ask: 'so how old are you now?' and she says she's thirty-two. 'So you speak fluent Finnish?' I ask. 'No, not good. I try speak for some English, is better for me'. So she's been living here twenty-five years and she still doesn't speak Finnish? Apparently so. So I tell her (in Finnish) to go back home, we have no deal, don't call me again, etc. And she looks ready to burst into tears. I've seen all this shit before. Too many times. So I think I have to decide on something here: should I act like a willing fool or should I just put my foot down, refuse to deal with any of them, and if any of them contact me I block them? After telling them that no - I don't trust you to show up, and on time, and to have the right cash, not some pile of twenty and fifty cent coins that are still warm from her handling them in her pockets and I have to count it and check it's all there. Fuck that. Way too intimate for me.
So anyway, Ted: am I a racist for refusing to deal with black people person to person? Or rather, non-white immigrant people here in Finland? I've never once had a deal with any of them that clicked efficiently. I'm not selling junk, these are pricey items and they're all in perfect working order. I'll consider making reductions if the person asks and then tells me their story. Single Moms, out of work blokes, students, and so on. Ten per cent off, twenty percent off.
Or should I simply continue to do business with them regardless of their skin colour? Like, make deals - then when they cancel simply let them. Then wait for them to arrange another pick-up time and when they get there - likely late again - call them and say it's gone? Give them a taste of their own medicine. I wondered too if they do that to each other as well. It certainly seems to be a cultural thing. I've rarely if ever had the same experience with Finns. In fact, they're great to deal with. One drummer with a wood shop bought some parts off me a few weeks back. Took them home and next morning sent me some shots of the gear in action. Since then we've stayed in touch, he gives me tips on gear, I do the same for him. I've bought things elsewhere and sold them on to him at a neat little profit, and he in turn takes them to the workshop and does his thing and then sells them on for his cut. Works out great. Nothing goes to waste, everyone makes some cash, and we're all happy and dandy.
Mama Africa and her big mad black-lipped mouth and hair like mooring ropes for the new Titanic?
Not so much.
Finnish people are very efficient. They are also extremely punctual in a way that might floor some Irish people. Keep them waiting for a prearranged meeting and they will drill you when you arrive. If the meeting is at 1600, they arrive at 1559. If I walk in ten minutes later with a grin on my face, they'll first complain about my tardy attitude and remind me that it's extremely rude to keep a person waiting without telling them beforehand. If you shrug it off, they'll keep it in mind and you'll find that word gets around that you're not to be relied on. You're flaky, loose about protocol, possibly even untrustworthy. So I'm never late, not anymore anyway.
The reason I'm here is to ask if you too have found that persons of a darker skin colour don't give a flying fuck in terms of how they deal with these things? Every single one of them (you can tell - the names give it away) I've dealt with over the last few days have driven me to the point that when I arrange a pick-up place and time, they shuffle in half an hour later, no apology, no explanation, their phone in their hand and no message or notice given. Then they start with all the hustle and bustle of trying to renegotiate a deal we already made, complaining about things and yapping all the time so that you can't get a word in edgeways. So I have to talk over them, then remind them they're late, then remind them we had a deal already made and I'm not here to negotiate at which point they start with the sad little baby routine, whinging about how they got lost, how they don't know how to use the tram/metro/bus system. That they're confused. Or a bit sick. Or that the dog ate their bus pass.
Lately I've been gauging my tolerance levels with these fuckers and on every occasion, I've found that telling them to go fuck themselves is the only way to get a result out of them. Fuck you, fuck your money, your cheap deal, and fuck off. Don't contact me again, asshole. Same with the women: they seem to think they're some sort of queens of Africa. Ten minutes late, a big grin on her fat chops, a million colours in her dress, the slow shuffle of approaching me, arse swaying back and forth on top of a pair of thighs that'd put the frighteners on Val fucking Martin, likely thinking I'll be charmed enough by their flirtatious body language that I'll forget I've been standing here for ten minutes waiting. 'Oh, but it's only a few minutes, stop your worrying man' or the classic childish and bug-eyed pleading of: 'oh, I thought we were to meet at this time?' type bullshit.
So far, I've refused two sales from these imports. I walk over to the meeting place (the terminal of two trams serving my neighbourhood) and they're not there. Must be the next tram. Nope. Still not here. Next tram? Not a fucking fucking sausage. Then when I'm about to give up, a tram passes and there's these massive pair of lips with a huge fat face full of yellow teeth attached to them waving her arms at me like she thought the tram was going to crash or take off for the moon. So I wait until she's off, ask her her name, ask why she didn't call to say she'd be late, and then I finish off with a nice: 'so anyway, the item is sold now to another person, there's someone else coming in an hour and you kept me waiting for too long, and that's fucking rude. Seeya'.
Then it's the pleading and simpering, following me down the street yapping about how it's not her fault she was late, she doesn't know how to use a grid system for buses and trams. Her baby was sick. Her husband was at work. Blah, blah, blah. 'So how long have you lived in Finland?' I casually ask.
*EDIT: there's another one of them on the line right now, she canceled on me yesterday and now she's back asking if I still have the item. I do. But I'm not selling it to her. She complained that she's a poor student and could I please reduce the price to blah, blah, blah and she'll be so fucking happy. Then flaked out. So I'll wait until she's at the tram stop, then tell her she's too late, it's gone - sold to someone else who came and collected it immediately and at the asking price. A Finnish person. In her car. Right on time. With a big happy smile and a thank you she really meant. She just left actually. She said: 'It's for my boy, he's ten years old now and I want to be in touch with him when he's going to and from school alone in winter time. Kiitos paljon!' and hands me the cash.
So yer wan replies and says 'I come here when I am seven'. I give her a sidelong glance and ask: 'so how old are you now?' and she says she's thirty-two. 'So you speak fluent Finnish?' I ask. 'No, not good. I try speak for some English, is better for me'. So she's been living here twenty-five years and she still doesn't speak Finnish? Apparently so. So I tell her (in Finnish) to go back home, we have no deal, don't call me again, etc. And she looks ready to burst into tears. I've seen all this shit before. Too many times. So I think I have to decide on something here: should I act like a willing fool or should I just put my foot down, refuse to deal with any of them, and if any of them contact me I block them? After telling them that no - I don't trust you to show up, and on time, and to have the right cash, not some pile of twenty and fifty cent coins that are still warm from her handling them in her pockets and I have to count it and check it's all there. Fuck that. Way too intimate for me.
So anyway, Ted: am I a racist for refusing to deal with black people person to person? Or rather, non-white immigrant people here in Finland? I've never once had a deal with any of them that clicked efficiently. I'm not selling junk, these are pricey items and they're all in perfect working order. I'll consider making reductions if the person asks and then tells me their story. Single Moms, out of work blokes, students, and so on. Ten per cent off, twenty percent off.
Or should I simply continue to do business with them regardless of their skin colour? Like, make deals - then when they cancel simply let them. Then wait for them to arrange another pick-up time and when they get there - likely late again - call them and say it's gone? Give them a taste of their own medicine. I wondered too if they do that to each other as well. It certainly seems to be a cultural thing. I've rarely if ever had the same experience with Finns. In fact, they're great to deal with. One drummer with a wood shop bought some parts off me a few weeks back. Took them home and next morning sent me some shots of the gear in action. Since then we've stayed in touch, he gives me tips on gear, I do the same for him. I've bought things elsewhere and sold them on to him at a neat little profit, and he in turn takes them to the workshop and does his thing and then sells them on for his cut. Works out great. Nothing goes to waste, everyone makes some cash, and we're all happy and dandy.
Mama Africa and her big mad black-lipped mouth and hair like mooring ropes for the new Titanic?
Not so much.
roc_abilly
Member
Well, a couple of points that occur to me:
1. I have come across similar in "white" Irish people buying and selling on classifieds ads. I thought I observed it was not related to socio-economic background or similar. Rather I thought it was related to how out of control someone feels their life to be. I.e. It is a psychological phenomenon that people feel like they are exercising control over the world by being late, and other types of behaviour such as you describe. Well that is the theory I have about it.
2. No doubt "typing" is something we all do. It enables us to make decisions and judgements more quickly. Should we call it racism? A personal example - I am a nervous flyer, and when I see someone dressed in Islamic clothes on a flight I am doubly nervous, and wish they were not on the same flight as me.
3. Therefore I think there's a spectrum of racism that occurs in all human beings. What is the measure of that spectrum, or to put it another way, when does it cross over into something that ought to be of concern to wider society and the wider attempt to have a relatively civilised society? Well I think a good measure is how illogical your thinking can become under the influence of conveniently "typing" people and so on.
4. Another measure is when does it becomes systemic, increasinly ubiquitous, amplified by communications to a point where the effects are much more than what they might be if each individual was left solely to their own devices. Take the illustration of poor Jambo. He has built these pictures and ideas up in his mind solely on what he has read online. His "logic" for what it is is basically based on US white supremacist ideology.
6. Keeping with Jambo for illustration, you can see that the worst effects of racism occur in those who succumb to the extremes of the spectrum of racism. He constitutes a prophetic warning to us all perhaps that while the germs of typing and racism exist in us all, it behoves someone of intellience to carefully observe themselves, just to be careful of those type of currents operating in oneself (that are in my opinion probably a part of the whole human experience).
1. I have come across similar in "white" Irish people buying and selling on classifieds ads. I thought I observed it was not related to socio-economic background or similar. Rather I thought it was related to how out of control someone feels their life to be. I.e. It is a psychological phenomenon that people feel like they are exercising control over the world by being late, and other types of behaviour such as you describe. Well that is the theory I have about it.
2. No doubt "typing" is something we all do. It enables us to make decisions and judgements more quickly. Should we call it racism? A personal example - I am a nervous flyer, and when I see someone dressed in Islamic clothes on a flight I am doubly nervous, and wish they were not on the same flight as me.
3. Therefore I think there's a spectrum of racism that occurs in all human beings. What is the measure of that spectrum, or to put it another way, when does it cross over into something that ought to be of concern to wider society and the wider attempt to have a relatively civilised society? Well I think a good measure is how illogical your thinking can become under the influence of conveniently "typing" people and so on.
4. Another measure is when does it becomes systemic, increasinly ubiquitous, amplified by communications to a point where the effects are much more than what they might be if each individual was left solely to their own devices. Take the illustration of poor Jambo. He has built these pictures and ideas up in his mind solely on what he has read online. His "logic" for what it is is basically based on US white supremacist ideology.
6. Keeping with Jambo for illustration, you can see that the worst effects of racism occur in those who succumb to the extremes of the spectrum of racism. He constitutes a prophetic warning to us all perhaps that while the germs of typing and racism exist in us all, it behoves someone of intellience to carefully observe themselves, just to be careful of those type of currents operating in oneself (that are in my opinion probably a part of the whole human experience).