Arsefield's Hall of Shame
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Mowl
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Have you sent Saul a 'get well soon' card yet?
His life might depend on it - so spend a few pence on him for fuck's sake.
If it is cancer, then he's not going to 'get well soon'.
In that case, try something else. like a 'hope it doesn't hurt too much...'
Electricity
Member
It's not very difficult to psychoanalyse you (although one feels one's brain needs a shower afterwards) but obviously you have this fantasy of "getting people".
You're a mentally retarded, deluded, anti-social asshole
You're a mentally retarded, deluded, anti-social asshole
Mowl
Member
Should we start a Podcast ?
All the cool kids are doing one these days apparently.
www.sarsfieldsvirtualpub.com
Mowl
Member
Okay - baby wants to dance.
'To the human filth on the website Islepoli.com lift the restrictions and I'll be over to defend my family's honour and every decision I ever took'.
Honour? Does that include the criminal element in your brood? The chap that's in prison? The one who robbed from old-aged pensioners asleep in their beds? Is that what he was sent down for or was it something else? Like, something that even resembles honour? You said he robs their shit, sells it on fast, then drinks the proceeds. Then he even has the nerve to tell you that he's doing you a favour by hanging around in the pub every night until closing time so he's not eating and drinking everything in your fridge. What's so honourable about stealing from old aged people? Are they not the very people who built the town you live in and are entitled to some respect and peace of mind in return for their life's work?
'Mr David Celery formerly of ballyfermot (sic) should now consider his position carefully..'
My position IS clear: you came to me for help, I immediately agreed to helping you out if I could. You gave me a few details and some time to think them over. I assessed the actions as described. Then I offered you a character profile - which you agreed was surprisingly accurate from any other perspective than your own. I then predicted his next steps after offering you a viable solution which would have saved the rest of your family some nightmarish gossip around the town, most of whom knew it was your son doing the robbing. In the end you decided not to take my advice and soon after fucked off over to Arsefield's thinking you could pea-shoot me from a position of relative safety. Wrong, very wrong. You can't run away from the truth, kid.
Your doxxing of my name isn't going to help you in the longer term either, you brainless, useless, hypocritical, racist little prick.
'The record will show that when Mr Clearys talented sports man brother took ill in the United States I and all my family were thinking of him and his mother..'
You were what?
You and all your family?
Thinking of someone you've never even met?
What the fucking fuck is that about?
Perhaps your fascination and obsession with me forced your hand?
What ever it was, it fucking weird to start telling me about your 'thoughts and feelings' when your son is a hazard to your neighbours and that that's what you focus ought to be on. Not some lad from Ballyer you know fuck all about, you fucking weirdo.
'..there are other matter (sic) to be cleared up regarding my youngest brother Jonathan who unfortunately has been in a period of very wayward anti-social and unexplainable behaviour since the lockdown in 2020 which escalated to a 6months prison sentence last year..'
I'll quote you one more time here: 'to the human filth ..'
Human filth? Moi? On the one hand you accept that your other older son (42ish) is a serial burglar who has destroyed the family spirit, and the other you also freely admit without any prompting from me that another of your clan is also in prison for anti-social behaviour? How many of your family are or were in the nick? You know how many of my extended family ever spent time in prison? That's right: none. And we're from Ballyer - toughest town in the republic.
But we didn't resort to robbing from our elderly neighbours, and neither would any of us be stupid enough to broadcast it online for everyone to read.
What exactly was the 'period of very wayward anti-social and unexplainable behaviour' thing about?
Robbing from shops?
Arson?
Thuggery?
Rape?
Violent assault?
Whatever it was, it's not something me or mine would ever do. You're some a fucking idiot, Mark. You just keep digging holes and getting lost in them. You seem to think that all's forgiven when the perp admits to being a gouging fucking cunt, right? Wrong. There's a price to be paid when you keep fucking up your own life, the lives of those around you, and the lives of private persons whose homes were invaded by your sons.
Maybe your pals on the gay bar site will overlook the criminality of your family in order to maintain a stiff upper lip. But anyone else? Me included? Fuck that, and fuck off: you're thieves, you rob from the weakest people around you, then harbour the burglar and feed him once a day. I've read things you've written that left my gob hanging: you wish death on gay people like throwing confetti. You refer to persons of colour in even more colourful ways. You want every problem person (of a non-white orientation) booted out for being the problems they are. Then you expect me to overlook what you did and said these last several months? You're as fucking dumb as they come, Saul
Whatever the reasons for you doxxing yourself, I don't know.
Your doxxing me is obvious: but I'm too far out of reach for you to send the heavy boys over to 'visit' me.
You're Declan's little lapdog, a chump.
So what exactly are these 'other matters' you refer to?
You're going to threaten me? Boo-hoo.
You're going to threaten my family? Boo-fucking-hoo.
That you're going to hop a plane and come see me?
Saul - you can't even make it to the grocery store and back home without making enemies.
You actually admit to being a scumbag with scumbag kids and at the same time want sympathy?
Empathy?
Pity?
Are you completely fucking thick or can you not see the wood for the trees?
Have a second glance at today's work - you've been deleted, and rightly so. Not even Roundy wants to deal with your bullshit self-pitying whining and whingeing about how bad you've got it. Everything that's wrong with you and your family members is your own doing. There's no one else to blame, you sad little cunt. I was looking at the death notice you posted (pity me, please pity me) and fucking hell - talk about Wurzel Gummidge? Sorry for your troubles pal, but you are very much on your own with this one.
Keep it up, I fucking dare you.
You can't even see the rope you're currently preparing to hang yourself with, you dumb fucker.
And yeah; F&C's right: if you need any other localized help, then talk to the infamous Rory O'Connor of 27 Bullshit Avenue, Sandyford, Dublin - the engineer who has two kids and a modeling contract as a TV show extra.
Or Dave Celery - formerly of Ballyfermot who has already considered his position: 'guilty, your honour - guilty as charged.
'To the human filth on the website Islepoli.com lift the restrictions and I'll be over to defend my family's honour and every decision I ever took'.
Honour? Does that include the criminal element in your brood? The chap that's in prison? The one who robbed from old-aged pensioners asleep in their beds? Is that what he was sent down for or was it something else? Like, something that even resembles honour? You said he robs their shit, sells it on fast, then drinks the proceeds. Then he even has the nerve to tell you that he's doing you a favour by hanging around in the pub every night until closing time so he's not eating and drinking everything in your fridge. What's so honourable about stealing from old aged people? Are they not the very people who built the town you live in and are entitled to some respect and peace of mind in return for their life's work?
'Mr David Celery formerly of ballyfermot (sic) should now consider his position carefully..'
My position IS clear: you came to me for help, I immediately agreed to helping you out if I could. You gave me a few details and some time to think them over. I assessed the actions as described. Then I offered you a character profile - which you agreed was surprisingly accurate from any other perspective than your own. I then predicted his next steps after offering you a viable solution which would have saved the rest of your family some nightmarish gossip around the town, most of whom knew it was your son doing the robbing. In the end you decided not to take my advice and soon after fucked off over to Arsefield's thinking you could pea-shoot me from a position of relative safety. Wrong, very wrong. You can't run away from the truth, kid.
Your doxxing of my name isn't going to help you in the longer term either, you brainless, useless, hypocritical, racist little prick.
'The record will show that when Mr Clearys talented sports man brother took ill in the United States I and all my family were thinking of him and his mother..'
You were what?
You and all your family?
Thinking of someone you've never even met?
What the fucking fuck is that about?
Perhaps your fascination and obsession with me forced your hand?
What ever it was, it fucking weird to start telling me about your 'thoughts and feelings' when your son is a hazard to your neighbours and that that's what you focus ought to be on. Not some lad from Ballyer you know fuck all about, you fucking weirdo.
'..there are other matter (sic) to be cleared up regarding my youngest brother Jonathan who unfortunately has been in a period of very wayward anti-social and unexplainable behaviour since the lockdown in 2020 which escalated to a 6months prison sentence last year..'
I'll quote you one more time here: 'to the human filth ..'
Human filth? Moi? On the one hand you accept that your other older son (42ish) is a serial burglar who has destroyed the family spirit, and the other you also freely admit without any prompting from me that another of your clan is also in prison for anti-social behaviour? How many of your family are or were in the nick? You know how many of my extended family ever spent time in prison? That's right: none. And we're from Ballyer - toughest town in the republic.
But we didn't resort to robbing from our elderly neighbours, and neither would any of us be stupid enough to broadcast it online for everyone to read.
What exactly was the 'period of very wayward anti-social and unexplainable behaviour' thing about?
Robbing from shops?
Arson?
Thuggery?
Rape?
Violent assault?
Whatever it was, it's not something me or mine would ever do. You're some a fucking idiot, Mark. You just keep digging holes and getting lost in them. You seem to think that all's forgiven when the perp admits to being a gouging fucking cunt, right? Wrong. There's a price to be paid when you keep fucking up your own life, the lives of those around you, and the lives of private persons whose homes were invaded by your sons.
Maybe your pals on the gay bar site will overlook the criminality of your family in order to maintain a stiff upper lip. But anyone else? Me included? Fuck that, and fuck off: you're thieves, you rob from the weakest people around you, then harbour the burglar and feed him once a day. I've read things you've written that left my gob hanging: you wish death on gay people like throwing confetti. You refer to persons of colour in even more colourful ways. You want every problem person (of a non-white orientation) booted out for being the problems they are. Then you expect me to overlook what you did and said these last several months? You're as fucking dumb as they come, Saul
Whatever the reasons for you doxxing yourself, I don't know.
Your doxxing me is obvious: but I'm too far out of reach for you to send the heavy boys over to 'visit' me.
You're Declan's little lapdog, a chump.
So what exactly are these 'other matters' you refer to?
You're going to threaten me? Boo-hoo.
You're going to threaten my family? Boo-fucking-hoo.
That you're going to hop a plane and come see me?
Saul - you can't even make it to the grocery store and back home without making enemies.
You actually admit to being a scumbag with scumbag kids and at the same time want sympathy?
Empathy?
Pity?
Are you completely fucking thick or can you not see the wood for the trees?
Have a second glance at today's work - you've been deleted, and rightly so. Not even Roundy wants to deal with your bullshit self-pitying whining and whingeing about how bad you've got it. Everything that's wrong with you and your family members is your own doing. There's no one else to blame, you sad little cunt. I was looking at the death notice you posted (pity me, please pity me) and fucking hell - talk about Wurzel Gummidge? Sorry for your troubles pal, but you are very much on your own with this one.
Keep it up, I fucking dare you.
You can't even see the rope you're currently preparing to hang yourself with, you dumb fucker.
And yeah; F&C's right: if you need any other localized help, then talk to the infamous Rory O'Connor of 27 Bullshit Avenue, Sandyford, Dublin - the engineer who has two kids and a modeling contract as a TV show extra.
Or Dave Celery - formerly of Ballyfermot who has already considered his position: 'guilty, your honour - guilty as charged.
Electricity
Member
It's funny to note the contrast. When Wendy isn't pretending to be as "educated as you can be" (yes, she actually said that), it's just goofball videos and dumb memes..
Post in thread 'An Open Letter to Atheists' https://www.sarsfieldsvirtualpub.com/threads/an-open-letter-to-atheists.710/post-104600
The latter being her actual paygrade
Plunkett Dunning & Wendy Kruger, as Saul christened them
Mowl
Member
Depends on whom is delivering the education and where.
Exactly like you so, you big fat pile of obvious idiocy.
Post in thread 'An Open Letter to Atheists' https://www.sarsfieldsvirtualpub.com/threads/an-open-letter-to-atheists.710/post-104600
The latter being her actual paygrade
Plunkett Dunning & Wendy Kruger, as Saul christened them
You're extending a helping hand to Saul, the father of a bunch of serial burglars who rob from the elderly of Monaghan/Fermanagh/Roscommon?
That's actually a look that suits you, you hypocritical waster.
Why not build a site and call it 'The Z Team HQ' and put Saul's sons to work on it?
It's the only thing they're capable of outside of black pants, a striped jumper, and a swag bag.
At four in the morning in someone else's living room.
Electricity
Member
Formal education.. was the context
You wouldn't know much about that considering you don't even have a Leaving Cert
Mowl
Member
Oh, I have both the Leaving Cert and the Inter Cert under my belt.
But the real diamond in the rough?
Ask me how many times I ever needed to show anyone that I passed a few tests that most people could surmount while making the morning coffee.
Has your own Leaving Cert done you any favours, Jimmy?
Have they really?
Come, tell Mowl all about it.
Electricity
Member
No, I don't think so
I kind of doubt you have an Inter Cert tbh.. They may have let you stay in school for the final two years in a room with crayons, other drawing utensils etc.
Other than getting me into university where I attained a degree (B.Sc.), no
Mowl
Member
Nobody cares what you think, Jimmy.
See?
No one cares.
Nope, St John's College couldn't afford an art teacher, so seven of us set up our own. We used the free period of Irish language classes (the seven of us conspired to spoof the college that our lay teacher didn't teach us any Irish for the last two years of De La Salle boy's school. We were given a empty classroom, advised to buy our own materials, and accept a lay teacher to over-see our efforts on condition that we didn't have to sit the history and appreciation papers, our grades were based on our individual skills sets. I was a calligrapher, highly sought after, and eventually hired into the National Maritime Museum of Ireland out in DunLaoire. Look see:
That's my work. From many years ago yet still standing.
The Leaving Certificate is about as valuable as a sheet of toilet paper to a man with the scutters.
I didn't even bother to try anything on my Math paper - instead I just signed a top of the sheet and handed it back in. You already know that story and how it turned out for my ex-Math teacher John Cotter. The geography paper got the same treatment, except I didn't hand it in. The supervisor looked away for a moment and I decided, fuck it: I'll claim I did hand it in. Who fucking cares anyway? Only an institutionalized half-pipe thinks the Leaving Cert is worth anything to any Ballyer kid.
You need to bear in mind - I was making money from an early age, a very early age.
Knowing about how deep the polders and the dykes, how many cattle per head in Denmark, which mountain range in which part of the Alps, and why Irish people can't dig their own turf is of about as much use to me as a condom is to you.
You'll never need it.
Wankers never do.
Pafahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Yes, of course you did.
Mnnnnnggggggggggggggggggggggnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnphahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahaha!
Aw, man - now that's FUNNY.
Electricity
Member
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It wouldn't even occur to me to lie about such things
Nobody cares what you think, Jimmy.
See?
No one cares.
Nope, St John's College couldn't afford an art teacher, so seven of us set up our own. We used the free period of Irish language classes (the seven of us conspired to spoof the college that our lay teacher didn't teach us any Irish for the last two years of De La Salle boy's school. We were given a empty classroom, advised to buy our own materials, and accept a lay teacher to over-see our efforts on condition that we didn't have to sit the history and appreciation papers, our grades were based on our individual skills sets. I was a calligrapher, highly sought after, and eventually hired into the National Maritime Museum of Ireland out in DunLaoire. Look see:
That's my work. From many years ago yet still standing.
The Leaving Certificate is about as valuable as a sheet of toilet paper to a man with the scutters.
I didn't even bother to try anything on my Math paper - instead I just signed a top of the sheet and handed it back in. You already know that story and how it turned out for my ex-Math teacher John Cotter. The geography paper got the same treatment, except I didn't hand it in. The supervisor looked away for a moment and I decided, fuck it: I'll claim I did hand it in. Who fucking cares anyway? Only an institutionalized half-pipe thinks the Leaving Cert is worth anything to any Ballyer kid.
You need to bear in mind - I was making money from an early age, a very early age.
Knowing about how deep the polders and the dykes, how many cattle per head in Denmark, which mountain range in which part of the Alps, and why Irish people can't dig their own turf is of about as much use to me as a condom is to you.
You'll never need it.
Wankers never do.
Pafahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Correct
It's funny that you don't believe me when I tell you things such as - I've won over a million playing poker online (which I've clarified to the point now that only you don't understand), I have a B.Sc. degree..Mnnnnnggggggggggggggggggggggnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnphahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahaha!
Aw, man - now that's FUNNY.
It wouldn't even occur to me to lie about such things
Mowl
Member
Oh, we ALL believe you, Jim.
Of course we do, pet.
Would diddums like his warm milk?
Or would he prefer to take a wee nap?
Maybe we should hire a black housemaid to take care of the nappy-changes?
You better watch out, Shay - you're almost peaking Roundy's spoofs.
Saul misses you too - maybe it's time to reconsider the rimming of Roundy's arse after all?
Electricity
Member
As for something like the Leaving Cert, obviously it could be criticised (and I'm not talking about teaching kids Alphabet ideology as per the current year) but at the same time, it sorts the wheat from the chaff
Can you imagine the waste of taxpayer money it would have been on a grant for someone like
Mowl to attend higher education
Can you imagine the waste of taxpayer money it would have been on a grant for someone like
Mowl to attend higher education
Mowl
Member
Not exactly.
Close, but still no cigar.
Can you imagine the waste of taxpayer money it would have been on a grant for
You see, the purpose of exams in Ireland isn't about separating the wheat from the chaff. It's about grading children into adult roles before they've even had a chance to consider the impact of suddenly growing hair on their loins. Kids today, kids thirty years ago - it's still the same system. Teach everyone a bunch of shit they'll never need to know about or ever put to use, and then pick the ones who are easy to manipulate.
Anybody questioning the system will be made a victim of that system.
It's not about grading them for any further level of education, it's about seeking out the pliable, the gullible, the fearful, and the house-nigg*rs who'll do what they're told and stand in line.
You say that you have a third level degree - well let's take a closer look at that?
Without even knowing which third level you claim to have attended - let's look at what it's done for you, shall we?
You're a shut-in dole scrounger, an alcoholic and raging Paddy-Irishman who can't get his head around what's happening to his country and culture. You spend your days printing postcards and parsing memes. Not one single thought of your own. Not one single achievement of your own. Just spoof about the millionaire you once were, then weren't, then were again. It's too pathetic for words really.
What's your current value to an Ireland in crisis?
Zero.
You don't leave the house, you even have your slabs of beer delivered so that you don't have to venture outside and meet your replacements hanging around the drug store and eyeing your bitches. There's fuck all you can do to stop them either, right? There's too many of them and only one of you, so you do your pea-shooting from the comforts of your sleeping bag on the sofa. Your life achievements so far amount to:
Playing poker and winning a million euros, then losing it all , then winning it again, then losing it all, then spoofing about it some more.
Your third level education?
A spoof - and even if it isn't, it couldn't be much more than driving lessons.
is that what it REALLY was, Jimmy?
Driving lessons?
How to wipe an old person's arse without embarrassing the hole off them?
How to deliver a newspaper without letting it get wet?
Which hot sauce to use first on the kebabs?
How to properly scrub a popular cubicle toilet in a busy pub?
Running errands for the black guy who owns the local barber shop?
Delivering bags of old bones from the Halal butchers on Parnell Street over to the black lad with the fighting dogs in his back yard?
All in all, you ARE an excellent example of Irish third level education.
A failed poker player, a single male with a porn addiction, few hopes of ever becoming a father, and pasty-white cuckold to boot.
Tell me, Jimmy: do you REALLY allow some faceless third party to grade you?
You do?
I mean you must do - you bang on about it enough.
So you claim to have sat some exams which aided your application to further studies. You swallowed the garbage they fed you and now you're claiming the piece of paper they gave you makes you a real man, a better man, a man of vision and creation? It's a piece of paper, you dumb fucking cretin. Who exactly marked your papers? Why do you allow yourself to be graded by anyone else - particularly someone you don't know, will never meet, and is probably dead by now anyway?
You're having some day, kid.
Now I know exactly where to attach the lead: to the ring across your nostrils and back into the sty with you.
Hahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
'As for something like the Leaving Cert, obviously it could be criticised...'
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MMMMMNNNNNNNNNNNNNNnnnnnnnnnnnnnyayayaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasssszzzzzzzzzzzzz...!
Electricity
Member
It sorts the wheat from the chaff because if someone can't (or won't) pass or get a (at least) reasonable Leaving Cert then they aren't suitable for further academic pursuance in a college or university