Mowl
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And that's how it works in Ireland, is it Jimmy?
You're just too fucking dumb for words.
Exactly - it's a test of memory capacity, nothing more.
I can still ream off Pythagoras' Theorum like it was yesterday. Sin, Cos and Tan as well. I can wax lyrical on Wordsworth's 'Fair Daffodils' at a glance. I know how dykes are built, bridges spanned, and who kicked who's ass in world wars one and two. I can name the capital cities of any countries you need to know. I'm a champion spelling-bee winner several times over (I quit it after a few years, it wasn't worth the accolades having to do other kid's work for them).
Most of the lay teachers at St John's College were local men who came back to teach in their homes towns.
They brought us such wonderful gifts: kicks in the legs, slaps to the ears, punches to the throat.
They learned nothing, and they taught me nothing.
I made me - I am who I am because I didn't take the clatters readily.
I made me into a better person, nobody else.
Zing!
Jambo honestly prides himself on his school days.
He's probably still in them.
Low babies.
Bang on.
This is were Jambo is lost: he thinks that by allowing 'duh system' to tell him what to do and how well he's doing it. He's the living embodiment of a failed state education system. If his third level years (sniggers) taught him anything, then why is he a dole-sponging loser who never leaves the house? Is that the best the Irish education system has to offer? A failure who lost a million euros playing poker? (sniggers) If the system is so well functioning, then why are there so many replacements in town? Riddle me that?
Jimmy: why are you sitting on your arse at home in bed while I'm conquering the Nordic world? Didn't they tell you anything about procreation? Y'know, your little willy and what it's for? You have a responsibility to create children, without them, Ireland's future is fucked. Why are you spilling your seed into a crusty sock instead of a women with child-bearing hips? Don't you care what happens to your country? Any little pitter-patter of tiny feet on your linoleum-covered floor? No? What's the problem? Can't get it up for an actual woman? Have you tried getting drunk first to bolster your confidence? You know, a bit of Dutch courage to garnish the lager?
If I'm the end result of no inter certificate, no leaving certificate and no City & Guilds certificate (I was on of the last calligraphers ever hired in by the Irish state) which I had to apply for from Dublin City Council instead of the state, for whom I worked directly. That's how shitty these fuckers are, so I don't dance for them. Any and every certificate I was ever awarded is now likely turned to dust in my Mam's attic. Instead, I had a masterplan: do as needed until the bridge was first built, then burnt.
Now I live a life of (certified) happiness and comfort, confidence and trust.
Just ask the lads over at the OECD, Jimmy - they'll give you the billy that I'm right - and how very sadly wrong you are, matey.
Your third level hasn't done much for your life prospects, now has it?
You're still within a mile of where you were born.
All your ideas come from the one place.
You don't seem to have anything at all going on in your dim little world.
When was the last time your 'third level' papers actually made a gainful return to you?
Never?
Oh, I see.
Never's a long, long time, Shay.
Have you tried wrapping your certs around your little willy to see if they're nubile and up to much?
No?
Give it a go, you can thank me later.
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but you do know (which I doubt) that the square of the hypotenuse is equal to the sum of the squares of the other two sides of a right angled triangle? Good 4 u, you passed primary school. As for trigonometry, you don't know WTF that is