Wow.
How fucked up is the situation on the ground in Ireland?
You have the dregs of the planet sleeping on your church grounds, and another of them tried to grab a kid in the inner city area. Maybe he was looking to keep himself warm. Maybe not. Hope the kid's okay? Holy shit - what a cluster-fuck you saps are in. The absolute fucking state of Ireland lately? Man, if you guys could see this through my eyes you'd likely want to poke them out and blind yourselves.
One thousand seven hundred men - all wandering around the capital city at night looking for food, warmth, little kids, a tent and a sleeping bag, some weed, some credit for the phone to Skype back home to Syria and Nigeria. A shop to kick the windows in for fresh tracksuits. Fuck. There was an article on the Finnish news last night about the situation you daft bastards are after landing yourselves in.
Cluster-fuck doesn't even begin to cover it.
What are you going to do?
And who the fuck is Lucky Khambule?
Does anybody know what the fuck is going on in your parliament?
People are starting to laugh at you, and I don't mean in harmony or in cahoots with you: but at you, right into your face. The sniggering from some of the folks on the news panel last night was kind of embarrassing but only for as long as it took to remind myself that it's things like the current shit-show that changed my mind about sticking around. You're fucking hopeless, and I mean that in the truest sense: ask yourself? If you were to try to trace back all the steps taken to get you to where you are right now, could you plot a course through it, or would you simply crumble and admit that the madness has all gotten way too far out of hand to rein back in?
Boggles my mind.
And there's RTE popping the champagne corks as Bryan Dobson retires and Dee Forbes is still on her period?
Can you fools get anything right?
Fucking hell - I was planning on coming home for a long weekend this week but after seeing what's going on over there - well, fuck that for a game of soldiers. You fuckers are sinking fast. Real fast. It's far too out of hand to stop the roller-coaster now. You're just going to have to hang on tight and wait until the juice runs out.
Sadly for you, I find your current situation hilarious, utterly fucking nuts.
Only the Irish could drop a bomb on themselves as big and nasty as this one.