Mowl
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Problem is: there are hundreds, thousands more just like her - demanding change and asking anyone else to do it rather than herself.
A wee little rant on Twitter changes nothing.
Money changes everything though, right?
When al that credit was being bandied about in the late90s early 2000s, Paddy and Bridget grabbed everything they could with both hands and thought they were new money. Royalty. Urrland had suddenly become a 'player' and Irish people were jetting off around the world acting like billionaires with the shopping trips to New York and three holidays a year in the sun.
The banks were sending me credit cards, I recall two major banks I had no dealings with send me credit to the tune of €10,000+, and all I had to do was sign the dotted line. But I could smell that rat before I saw it. Loads of people I knew are now in the ground directly as a result of Ireland's grasping and profligate tossing around of cash money. Money conquered the Irish in a short amount of time. You're still down and you'll stay there until the national debt is dealt with.
So while other relatively new EU members states are building new schools, modern hospitals, motorways, etc - Ireland's throwing untold billions at a children's hospital for how long now? And it's set to go over budget (again) by how much?
Conquering Paddy's a doddle: just wave a fiver under his nose and he'll beg like a mongrel lapdog.
Paddy's well used to groveling for his few shillings.
He's rather undignified like that.
I have precisely zero number of Muslims in my home circle. Some Jews, yes - and there are three in particular I've had in mind for some years now who'll find themselves revisiting times in their lives when they acted in a certain way and stabbed me deep in the back rather viciously. As I've always said: I don't dislike the Jews per se. I certainly Do dislike those I knew personally, and for good reason.
Up here I have a few in my wider circle who were raised Muslim but rejected it all, mostly younger men and women in their twenties. The parents might be hardcore sorts who live by the Q'uran, but they seem happy enough to allow their kids make up their own minds. This is Europe after all. So I would agree with you that values are changing for those families who came to Europe over the last several decades as being less and less militant in their religious beliefs.
I recently did some work on an apartment downtown which was being redesigned from a standard two-bed family unit to a three-bedroom funky student apartment. The family who own it moved down to Australia for a few years work and the young guys I met who are now living there (in a very cool purpose-built frat-house pad that they already love to bits). The three guys age from twenty to twenty-two. Their lady friends are hot, their home is fabulous, they study and work on their own flexi-time, and have loads of stuff going on. All three were born into Muslim families who moved to Finland a few decades ago.
They all three rejected religion at age eighteen (two brothers and a mate) and their parents let them.
Like me at age twelve, they were allowed to choose for themselves - but only after they turned eighteen.
I don't know if that's a common thing with Muslims arriving into the EU zone, but for those guys it's perfectly natural and they don't seem bothered by it.
So there are those who reject hard-line religions and want to live a life free of being shoved around by the Holy Book of their history.
I also realized that another thing that surprised me greatly: these guys have their phones in their hand all the time. But I saw that they were in fact extremely busy with their obligations and their chosen modes of entertainment, using the technology to keep several balls in the air at any one time, effectively not so much multi-tasking but rather more like the technology was an extension of their own limbs.
They're not playing video games or listening to music, neither are they posting shit about themselves.
They have their own underground scene going on in the bomb shelters. They accessed one a few months back to rent for a one-nighter student bash with DJs and lights, etc and it was massively over-attended. So they're now looking at Vanha, the student building in the centre of town. It holds around two thousand and they're planning on running their own club nights there without so much as printing one poster to advertise it: they have it all in their devices already. They move fast and get things done on time. All angles are covered. They have it nailed down and they did it without having to leave the house.
These kids are the future.
Also, I loved the fact that they all dress like characters from The Matrix. Long black leather coats, boots from outer space, shades, messy hair, worn out classic denim jeans way too big and totally worn out at the ankles. They're in their own little universe and they can can hop back to reality to keep juggling while using modern technology in ways I hadn't seen before.
The future, for them, is already here.
Most of the new generation 'Irish Nationalists' don't even speak Gaelic. Other sallow their own kids rob their elderly neighbours. Others spend their time mouthing off and never getting up off their arses. Check these sites for further evidence. Neither do they seem to love Ireland in any palpable way. One gets the impression that some of them (I'm looking at you Philip O'Dwyer) are only in it for the jollies of beating up their incoming migrants and blaming them for the mess Ireland is in today.
But it wasn't the incoming hordes of migrants who swallowed the Kool Aid: it was YOU - you and yours - gullible Irish people who thought their betters had finally grown a fully functional magical money tree for them to enjoy. And enjoy it they did. They spent like there was no tomorrow. Except now there actually isn't a tomorrow: it'll keep on being yesterday for some years yet while the national debt and the kid's hospital swallows what little available cash Ireland has.
They said on the news the other night that Ireland is currently 'fully employed/in full employment' - as in: everyone has a job.
Of course that was RTE (I've started listening to the Irish news most mornings again - the Six/One News always makes me laugh) so you'd never know.
If it's true that Ireland has all job vacancies filled and all houses occupied, where next?
Too many foreign people in the country or not enough foreign people in the country?
The Irish people seem to think they want less of them - the government says you need more.
Which is it?
Paddy was having a great time during the boom years when he was being served his daily pints by a little Asian bloke who spoke English with a Dublin accent, and all the pretty waitresses in the cafes and lounges who were so polite, so attentive, and so fucking gorgeous the fat Irish slags saw that the game had changed: now they had genuine competition from incoming beauties from Poland and all along the Baltic states. The nail bars and hair salons peaked. Suddenly the fat slags were trying to mimic the pretty young things and Paddy thought giving Yeng-Pi a decent tip was charity from the wealthy to the needy. Except after a couple of years of hard work and some savings, Yeng now had a bar/restaurant of his own. In the city. With no Irish staff bar the KP/Doorman.
Paddy leans whichever way the wind blows.
Immigration isn't an issue until it bites him on the rump.
But that's Paddy's way: he can doss off with the worst of them until an opportunity comes along that allows him to subjugate Yeng-Pi and Muhammud into scrubbing the jacks for him while Paddy's watching afternoon telly. Face it: between the insane amounts of dole money being paid out to the Irish long-termers, it's no fucking wonder so many people see Ireland as a push-over.
Irish nationalism is a mongrel - with fleas.
It has no traction apart from the bar-stool brigade ranting - and the online ghosts shouting even louder.
If the shower over on Arsefield's are anything to by, then you've already lost the battle before even marching out to face it.
And if the Philip O'Dwyer's of today are their pied pipers, then forget it: it's all over.
You will be assimilated whether you like it or not.
