See?
There you go again: screaming at the brick wall demanding answers to stupid fucking questions.
Get a job, save some money, travel a bit, learn a new language, maybe find God, go surfing among sharks, hop off a plane at two thousand feet, wake up next to a girl, read all the books you intended to but never got around to, wear your pants backwards and inside out - it'll lessen your laundry chores. Actually do something for your community, stop wasting your time talking to me - I don't even hate you - I pity you.
Wendy doesn't give a flying fuck any more than I do as to what you say - we all know you're a muppet for the trio of impending doom.
Stop wanking, get an actual ride (whether it's a man or a woman) and try to better your lot in life.
If I can do it, then so can you - and if you need a few pointers, just ask - nicely.
Your life has to start somewhere and right now you're in the doldrums, the Marie Celeste of the blogging world.
Get off that fucking dole too - it'll keep you soft the longer you take it.
In short, you're currently a laughing stock - the freak of the Irish blogs.
Jambo-no-mates for sure.
In fact, even Wendy calls you Jimmy - which we all know hurts even more than Jambo. At least when I named you you answered the call. That shower of savages over on Desperate Dan's site think Val Martin a mighty chap. You? A twat, and nothing more. I think she's right: you may talk about the definition of what a true nationalist is, but you'll never be one.
Because to be a nationalist is to act for the good of your culture and country: both of these you're a failure at.
Anybody can sit at home all day posting on the net claiming this that and the other.
But that doesn't make them what they say they are: Wendy might be a gay bloke in huge drawers the like your Granny wore. You simply don't know. You think you know me, but you really get is the tip of my iceberg, and there's a reason almost ten thousand people signed up to read me. I rarely even post any more, but still they keep coming and even articles I wrote three and six years ago are being read every passing day.
In fact, and on a related note: watch Val over the next few weeks.
He's reached critical mass, he's found his audience - and they're all culchies like himself. And what does he do now that he's got an audience? He's blowing it. He's trying TOO hard now and it shows. The peak he reached with the video about setting up tents in various politician's front gardens and having the migrants live there has been squeezed out like a two-week old abscess on his nose. And when the plane begins to fly out of control and start its final descent, he'll be all on his lonesome all over again - a laughing stock.
Like you - the single greatest under-achiever - ever.
Btw, hilarious that Wendy thinks that she's splainin' the (historical) plantation to Myles.
Is it really.
People with such a low IQ (Wendy) have no idea how fucking stupid they are
Neither do you, Jimmy.
Suck it up.
roc_abilly is rubbing his hands with glee)
