Arsefield's Hall of Shame

[roc_abilly]

The usual shit over on Arsefields.

They're all "free speech" if it's about their members having anonymous impunity to say shit about outside groups, communities, individuals, not there to defend themselves.

But if someone comes on and makes the case for any of these "outsider" communities or individuals, that upsets their little catchcries, and consensuses, narratives, slogans, they don't like that.

It's all one-sided.

----------------deleted from Arsefields -------------------

The fact of Saul dying, and perhaps having suffered, doesn't change the fact that he was a horrible, racist little shit, full of appalling ignorance, violence and the dumbest conspiracist mindedness, whose thoughts and words on these fora undeniably put out into the world toxic, hateful, currents of ignorance.

I would conjecture also that the foul worldly deeds Mowl alludes to, of old age pensioners being targeted and robbed by his family members, was indeed some type of fruit of these type of thoughts and words of his.

Now granted, in this country, we tend not to speak ill of the dead. At least for some period. I myself in believing that "on the balance of propabilities" there may be a God, and that he or she or "they" may well now be judging Saul - that means that the earthly judgememt I once held should now be turned to compassion, as I would doubt he would not be facing some type of atonement, perhaps terrible in nature.

But there are those also who have decided "on the balance of probabilities", and, or based on their earthly experiences, that there is no God, and thereby it is up to the people of this earth to continue judging him, even into death, for otherwise, if you give such thoughts words and deeds impunity, there lies much peril upon that road, and one is duty bound not to turn away from it.

And that is as it should be. It is just as valid a position as not speaking ill of the dead, probably more valid in reality.

----------------deleted from Arsefields -------------------

An entirely reasonable post. Only it upset the smug little consensus.

Also deleted yesterday was a post I made demonstrating two sides of Swordid.

Free speech my hole. Call it what it is. I.e. A platform to spew anonymous ignorance with impunity at groups and individuals not there to defend themselves, or to present their case.

 

[Mowl]

After a nice sauna last night, I flicked on the box to watch the first installment (of three) of this Louis Theroux investigative documentary 'Forbidden America' which focuses on the American right wing movement as fronted by the likes of Nick Fuentes and that other retarded mental case, Baked Alaska. It was a fucking comedy show from hell and I couldn't stop laughing at the pair of them trying to act the nice guy while driving clown cars like they were on the bumpers at a circus of slow death in purgatory. The all-American t-shirts with images of Trump/MAGA - and Abe Lincoln with a spliff hanging from his bottom lip. The sunglasses from 1978. The mullets. The questionable tattoos. The complete and utter absence of any signs of intelligence, awareness, or insight. The mindlessness, the shouting and roaring about their being 'not understood' as they considered themselves 'ahead of their time' and that they were America's 'last line of defence' against a world being overrun by errrmm, by.. ..errr, 'non-white people' or something, something.

Amerikka ensin -kiihkoilijoiden mukaan käynnissä on "valkoisten kansanmurha” – tällainen on yhteisö, jonka ideologiaan kuuluvat rasismi ja naisviha (Vuodelta 2023)

Yhdysvaltalaisen äärioikeiston keinovalikoimaan kuuluvat muun muassa ironiset meemit, salaliittoteoriat ja raiskausuhkaukset. Louis Theroux’n dokumentti näyttää miten äärioikeisto radikalisoi nuorta yleisöään.

yle.fi

Like they wanted to go back to the times of 'The Little House On The Prairie' so they could wear their six-shooters in matching black holsters hanging from bullet-belts on both sides of their fat arses. Calling their pet guns 'peacemakers' as though they're on a mission from God himself.

I couldn't help thinking about the lads over on Arsefield's. The similarities were just too obvious. The idiocy, the pathetic nature of their ideologies and how quickly they reach boiling point if things aren't going their way and they're being asked to clarify what they are and what they're about. The instant reaction being mainly 'get out of my house' and 'you're weak, man' or 'you just don't get it, do you? ' and so on. Doors slamming. Fake laughter. Pointed fingers. Like they know something we don't.

Irish nationalism: this tiny little island of just over five million mostly very confused citizens who keep repeating the same experiment over and over again and can't understand why things only ever get worse. A country whose successive governments brought her to where she is now, the very same place she's been in multiple times before: out of her depth and deep in debt.

I'm still trying to get a straight answer from anyone on Arsefield's as to what the end goal of Irish nationalism is actually supposed to be.

Not one black/brown person on the entire island?

No black/brown people in any state jobs?

No black people in gender-fluid toilets?

No Muslims, no burkas, no circumcisions, no Allahu Akbar, no indoctrinations, no Q'rans - only the baby Jayzus nailed to a crucifix on the classroom/ward wall?

Any/all black/brown persons requisitioned to sweeping the streets and scrubbing the toilets?

No black/brown allowed to touch a hurley or sliotar?

What the fuck is it you want? Can you even say it in any sort of meaningful way? Can you describe it? Is there list of rules that are going to be put in place when your day comes and you get to decide who's first up against the wall? Who will they be and what traits will they have in common that you don't share? Skin colour? A set of spiritual beliefs? A view of history at odds with your own?

Who'll be in charge?

What will their exact title and brief be?

Running the country AND selecting who gets first dibs at slaughtering the unwanted masses tossed up against the wall? Finding solutions for the national debt while jailing persons of colour for being out after curfew? Trying to keep the costs of the new children's hospital within reasonable grip while running kangaroo courts to jail non-white people for refusing to slop out the hospital toilets and old folk's homes blocked u-bends?

How will you represent yourselves internationally? Who will you align with? America? Germany? Outer Mongolia? Who will you continue to trade with and who gets told to fuck off? Will you militarize the white/Irish youth and introduce conscription? Who will rewrite the laws and how far back will they need to be stretched to ensure any persons of colour aren't catered for? How about the religious influence: will you blow up all the churches or will you put the coloured people to work converting them into theatres and art galleries? What about your army? No blacks/browns, right? Gun ownership? White Irish only?

See, it's just that I have this god-awful feeling that beyond all your posturing and postulating, you really don't have anything planned at all, do you? Not one of you can describe to us the mechanisms by which all this radical change won't just come about, but will be directed to produce a specific set of outcomes. That these 'thoughts and feelings' you have today may not even be the same tomorrow, that it really all depends on the circumstances at the time. Are you in control of those circumstances and do you know how to cause them to happen within some means of your control?

In reality, you twats are still at the birthing stages of your crackpot nationalist theories and online tough guy alliances.

Soon enough you'll make it to the nappies stages, the one where you need someone else to wipe your arse for you, because you can't do it for yourself.

Your nationalism is rather more like the teething little baby who can't stop screaming and bawling, so their soother gets dipped in the whiskey to shut them up.

You stupid fucking cunts couldn't run a fucking outhouse without fucking it up: look at your nationalist party of today?

 

[Mowl]

Irish Nationalism 1:01

'We're all in it together' eh.

 

[David]

The usual shit over on Arsefields.

They're all "free speech" if it's about their members having anonymous impunity to say shit about outside groups, communities, individuals, not there to defend themselves.

But if someone comes on and makes the case for any of these "outsider" communities or individuals, that upsets their little catchcries, and consensuses, narratives, slogans, they don't like that.

It's all one-sided.

----------------deleted from Arsefields -------------------

The fact of Saul dying, and perhaps having suffered, doesn't change the fact that he was a horrible, racist little shit, full of appalling ignorance, violence and the dumbest conspiracist mindedness, whose thoughts and words on these fora undeniably put out into the world toxic, hateful, currents of ignorance.

I would conjecture also that the foul worldly deeds Mowl alludes to, of old age pensioners being targeted and robbed by his family members, was indeed some type of fruit of these type of thoughts and words of his.

Now granted, in this country, we tend not to speak ill of the dead. At least for some period. I myself in believing that "on the balance of propabilities" there may be a God, and that he or she or "they" may well now be judging Saul - that means that the earthly judgememt I once held should now be turned to compassion, as I would doubt he would not be facing some type of atonement, perhaps terrible in nature.

But there are those also who have decided "on the balance of probabilities", and, or based on their earthly experiences, that there is no God, and thereby it is up to the people of this earth to continue judging him, even into death, for otherwise, if you give such thoughts words and deeds impunity, there lies much peril upon that road, and one is duty bound not to turn away from it.

And that is as it should be. It is just as valid a position as not speaking ill of the dead, probably more valid in reality.

----------------deleted from Arsefields -------------------

An entirely reasonable post. Only it upset the smug little consensus.

Also deleted yesterday was a post I made demonstrating two sides of Swordid.

Free speech my hole. Call it what it is. I.e. A platform to spew anonymous ignorance with impunity at groups and individuals not there to defend themselves, or to present their case.

There's no doubt in my mind that these fuckers would be celebrating if me, you or Mowl died tomorrow.

 

[David]

After a nice sauna last night, I flicked on the box to watch the first installment (of three) of this Louis Theroux investigative documentary 'Forbidden America' which focuses on the American right wing movement as fronted by the likes of Nick Fuentes and that other retarded mental case, Baked Alaska. It was a fucking comedy show from hell and I couldn't stop laughing at the pair of them trying to act the nice guy while driving clown cars like they were on the bumpers at a circus of slow death in purgatory. The all-American t-shirts with images of Trump/MAGA - and Abe Lincoln with a spliff hanging from his bottom lip. The sunglasses from 1978. The mullets. The questionable tattoos. The complete and utter absence of any signs of intelligence, awareness, or insight. The mindlessness, the shouting and roaring about their being 'not understood' as they considered themselves 'ahead of their time' and that they were America's 'last line of defence' against a world being overrun by errrmm, by.. ..errr, 'non-white people' or something, something.

Amerikka ensin -kiihkoilijoiden mukaan käynnissä on "valkoisten kansanmurha” – tällainen on yhteisö, jonka ideologiaan kuuluvat rasismi ja naisviha (Vuodelta 2023)

Yhdysvaltalaisen äärioikeiston keinovalikoimaan kuuluvat muun muassa ironiset meemit, salaliittoteoriat ja raiskausuhkaukset. Louis Theroux’n dokumentti näyttää miten äärioikeisto radikalisoi nuorta yleisöään.

yle.fi

Like they wanted to go back to the times of 'The Little House On The Prairie' so they could wear their six-shooters in matching black holsters hanging from bullet-belts on both sides of their fat arses. Calling their pet guns 'peacemakers' as though they're on a mission from God himself.

I couldn't help thinking about the lads over on Arsefield's. The similarities were just too obvious. The idiocy, the pathetic nature of their ideologies and how quickly they reach boiling point if things aren't going their way and they're being asked to clarify what they are and what they're about. The instant reaction being mainly 'get out of my house' and 'you're weak, man' or 'you just don't get it, do you? ' and so on. Doors slamming. Fake laughter. Pointed fingers. Like they know something we don't.

Irish nationalism: this tiny little island of just over five million mostly very confused citizens who keep repeating the same experiment over and over again and can't understand why things only ever get worse. A country whose successive governments brought her to where she is now, the very same place she's been in multiple times before: out of her depth and deep in debt.

I'm still trying to get a straight answer from anyone on Arsefield's as to what the end goal of Irish nationalism is actually supposed to be.

Not one black/brown person on the entire island?

No black/brown people in any state jobs?

No black people in gender-fluid toilets?

No Muslims, no burkas, no circumcisions, no Allahu Akbar, no indoctrinations, no Q'rans - only the baby Jayzus nailed to a crucifix on the classroom/ward wall?

Any/all black/brown persons requisitioned to sweeping the streets and scrubbing the toilets?

No black/brown allowed to touch a hurley or sliotar?

What the fuck is it you want? Can you even say it in any sort of meaningful way? Can you describe it? Is there list of rules that are going to be put in place when your day comes and you get to decide who's first up against the wall? Who will they be and what traits will they have in common that you don't share? Skin colour? A set of spiritual beliefs? A view of history at odds with your own?

Who'll be in charge?

What will their exact title and brief be?

Running the country AND selecting who gets first dibs at slaughtering the unwanted masses tossed up against the wall? Finding solutions for the national debt while jailing persons of colour for being out after curfew? Trying to keep the costs of the new children's hospital within reasonable grip while running kangaroo courts to jail non-white people for refusing to slop out the hospital toilets and old folk's homes blocked u-bends?

How will you represent yourselves internationally? Who will you align with? America? Germany? Outer Mongolia? Who will you continue to trade with and who gets told to fuck off? Will you militarize the white/Irish youth and introduce conscription? Who will rewrite the laws and how far back will they need to be stretched to ensure any persons of colour aren't catered for? How about the religious influence: will you blow up all the churches or will you put the coloured people to work converting them into theatres and art galleries? What about your army? No blacks/browns, right? Gun ownership? White Irish only?

See, it's just that I have this god-awful feeling that beyond all your posturing and postulating, you really don't have anything planned at all, do you? Not one of you can describe to us the mechanisms by which all this radical change won't just come about, but will be directed to produce a specific set of outcomes. That these 'thoughts and feelings' you have today may not even be the same tomorrow, that it really all depends on the circumstances at the time. Are you in control of those circumstances and do you know how to cause them to happen within some means of your control?

In reality, you twats are still at the birthing stages of your crackpot nationalist theories and online tough guy alliances.

Soon enough you'll make it to the nappies stages, the one where you need someone else to wipe your arse for you, because you can't do it for yourself.

Your nationalism is rather more like the teething little baby who can't stop screaming and bawling, so their soother gets dipped in the whiskey to shut them up.

You stupid fucking cunts couldn't run a fucking outhouse without fucking it up: look at your nationalist party of today?

Patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel as the saying goes.

 

[David]

Looks like Myles has been banned (again).

Nationalism according to "Sword" and "Jambo" (and an ungodly number of other fuckin' eejits around here).

My appreciation of Gowl not understanding anything was actually staggered.. In other words, First I thought - this guy doesn't get it Then I thought - this guy really doesn't get it Then I knew - this guy doesn't get anything Gowl is just a sad bastard who spends three to five hours a day...

www.sarsfieldsvirtualpub.com

 

[Mowl]

My appreciation of Gowl not understanding anything was actually staggered..

Yet you've been staggering ever since I first met you doing your Liam Gallagher walk trying to act all tough. You were too drunk to get the fact that Liam only walks like that because his own personal hero Richard Ashcroft walks like that. Liam copied Ashcroft, and then you and every other twat Oasis fan out there copied Liam doing it, making it the ultimate cliche of Madchester life:



AKA:

In other words,

First I thought - this guy doesn't get it

Then I thought - this guy really doesn't get it

Then I knew - this guy doesn't get anything

You seem to spend a lot of time thinking about what Mowl says and does, Jimmy.

Why is that?

Jealous? I mean, your tired old 'frozen wasteland' schtick doesn't really work any more, now does it? It never stuck, mostly because of something completely else that got stuck: in your craw. Every one of you are pissed off that I'm happier than any of you are. That my work is already done. That I went out and found my own little piece of heaven and am only thrilled with how it's paying off for me. And the quality of my life leaves yours like a streak of piss up a lane-way wall in Drimnagh at five in the morning.

If I can do it, then surely you (with your droopy IQ) can do it too, right?

Gowl is just a sad bastard who spends three to five hours a day "blogging" (when he's half sober) desperately trying to justify his exile to a Frozen Wasteland (where I'd be quite sure that he's as hated as he was when he was run out of Ireland)

Nah, at best you might get two or three articles and a dozen or so comments from me most days. Mostly while I'm at the studio and mostly while my students are busy practicing the rudiments I just gave them. It passes the time. As time passes, I get paid. When I get paid I treat myself. I like nice things, Jimmy. My tastes and my standards are of my own choice: you get what you're given. That's the difference between you and I: mine is a life worth living.

You can't stand it when your own crew tell you how they envy me, how they admire me, how unique they think this Mowl really is.

That really gives you the squirts, doesn't it?

In truth, it's already too late for you to change the course of your life at this stage of the game. You've played all your cards and you've run out of chips. What's there left to fight for, Jimmy? Your country? Do you speak her language? Nope, you don't. Is your name Irish? Nope, it's English. What's your greatest contribution to Irish society? Your poop? What will the people of Ireland remember you for? Do you think anyone will remember you at all? Nobody cares, right? It's just you and the three stooges you tramp around after like a little gay boy in heat.

You espouse your angles on nationalism at every turn: but what's the point? It changes precisely nothing, not in your life and not in anybody elses either. These are just words you picked up along the way, like your Liam Gallagher Richard Ashcroft strut. Like your buddies on Telegram. Like the mongs you associate with on Arsefield's. You've wasted your life and you know it, so you're scrambling to try to find a way to convince people that you're happy when in fact you probably obsess about suicide more than most men twats your age.

Plus: nobody gave your posts about me any LIKES - which is annoying for you, isn't it?

It's like you lot eulogizing the Bucket as though he was some sort of Irish social warrior/superhero of the great plains of the west of Ireland. A bog-standard and witless racist who never even knew why he came out with half the shit he did in the short time he was given. Now you twats want to paint him as a great man, a man of vision and brilliance. A man who saw what the problems were and knew how to tackle them with little more than a few emojis ( ) and his wit.

Then you wonder why I love to poke at you with long sticks and laugh at you.

Keep on thinking about me, Jimmy: consider every word I write and why I write it.

Your theory about me having had a 'Manic Monday' clearly fell on its face, Jimmy - soz for that, arr-kid.

Here, try a clean pair:

 

[Mowl]

Looks like Myles has been banned (again).

It must be down to him yapping about the ex-male model and engineer Rory O'Connor of 184 Cedarwood Park, Sandyford Co. Dublin again?

What a jip.

 

[roc_abilly]

There's no doubt in my mind that these fuckers would be celebrating if me, you or Mowl died tomorrow.

Just to be clear, actually, I'm probably unlike most people, in that I don't celebrate anyone's death, even the most heinous terrorist who has brought misery to millions, or whatever evil stupid fucker they are.

While they're alive, sure, I'll happily scourge them unmercifully, and celebrate their every setback, or their balls getting blown off, or whatever calamity befalls them.

But personally speaking, the only good teacher I ever had, I was six, in my holy communion year, left me with a feeling that there was a God somewhat in the mould of the New Testament God perhaps, and when someone is dead, they must account for themselves, and therefore matters are out of my hands.

But it still rremains a fact that Saul was what he was. Now he's gone you have these pages and pages of adulation from the Arsefielders, very like say the eulogies for Brian Lenihan when he died, or Tony Felloni, or Martin McGuinness, or whoever, where there is a kind of revisionism attempted, and it passes under the banner of "respect for the dead" or his family, or whatever.

So Mowl says what he said. And why should he ever go along with the Arsefield's illusions and revisionism, or let's call it what it is, the celebration of the illiterate spewings of a racist, antisemite, and supporter of paramilitary terrorists who condemned thousands to a life of terrible loss and misery?

So the Arsefielders attack Mowl for that as is their wont, and of course they have been careful to exclude him from the platform upon which they attack him. They don't want to be challenged in this. So that acts as a red rag to a bull to state the facts, which is what I went ahead and did.

That's all. I wasn't celebrating, I was just stating the facts that the righteous condemnations were careful not to acknowledge. The facts that these condemnations and diatribes to have any sort of potency or authority must willfully preclude.

So they want to make these righteous condemnatory judgemental declarations. But they can only do so in denial of key facts, which there is a consensus that they will all ignore. En masse. And that gets my goat. Everytime.

 

[roc_abilly]

...and of course they have been careful to exclude him from the platform upon which they attack him.

Though probably they all read this forum, every one of them, I suppose. (No doubt the Arsefield "senior staff" would fervently wish that wasn't so).

 

[roc_abilly]

Looks like Myles has been banned (again).

Nationalism according to "Sword" and "Jambo" (and an ungodly number of other fuckin' eejits around here).

My appreciation of Gowl not understanding anything was actually staggered.. In other words, First I thought - this guy doesn't get it Then I thought - this guy really doesn't get it Then I knew - this guy doesn't get anything Gowl is just a sad bastard who spends three to five hours a day...

www.sarsfieldsvirtualpub.com

I think he might have completely freaked out. I had posted up the two pictures of "Swords" and linked to each historical handle on p.ie to illustrate the truth of that little charade he pulls off on these fora. I think Myles managed to read it before "Sword" stepped in and managed to whip it back down. And I suspect that Myles having his fantasy image that he has no doubt masturbated over a million times turned into a much more realistic image was too much for him, and he completely lost control of himself. He's probably scrubbing himself in the shower with turpentine as we speak (and taking a few gulps of it at the same time of course).

 

[roc_abilly]

I maybe wearing my gold bikini but my fingers are stroking a loaded fully automatic rifle next to me ever gently. (source)

Homosexuals are not stoned to death there, two child rapists were hung (as is just) and neo-cons and liberals tried to make out with was because they were homosexuals. Basically homosexuals are in the same position there that they were in Ulster and the ROI before the EEC as it was called than decided to interfer. Also Bahais zionist scum that they are not tortured and imprisoned for being Bahais. The relationship between the state and jewish community is very good (remember Torah believing Jews hate zionism more than anybody) and the conditions of the traditional Christian community has improved vastly in recent years thanks mainly to Russia. My wife and I spent some a month there with an Iranian couple we know- its a wonderful, very cultured country full of polite people. (source)

 

[Mowl]

Arsefield's is kind of like the RTE news when some redneck sham gets run over by a passing car while stumbling home along the dark boreen from the pub with a skinful in him.

'Oh be jaze yes - he was a great man for the aul GAA. Never missed a match and always turned out in the county colours. Loved his few pints and who are we to deny him that? He loved his horses and visited the bookies almost daily during the jumping season. Read the Daily Mirror like it was his bible. Has a son who turned out to be a bit of a scumbag but sure we can't blame the Bucket for that, now can we? Wilful, the little bastard was - wilful from the day he was born'.

The oldies can forget getting any sleep at all now that the Bucket's no longer around to keep an eye on his son's nefarious trade in burgled items.

Amazing how the true Irish nationalists on Arsefield's didn't even ask him whether that was true or not?

Sorry, lads: it's 100% bona fide fact.

Your great Irish hero who called a spade a nigg*r wasn't the man you thought he was.

Just like it's a fact that Swordid's a miserable and whiskered old fart with balls down to knees, it's a fact that the Bucket was a coward, a racist prick, and a failure to himself and to his country. You know it's true. Take it with you to his funeral - or were you not planning on going to that either? Cancer's a terrible disease, but nowhere near as terrible as the lies Irish people tell themselves because the truth's too hard to swallow. The more you try to revise his actual life and try to turn him into an angel, the more truth I'll rain down around every one of you, you hypocritical shower of hungry Paddy savages.

Do a search on any of the censored terms on these blogs of the most censored terms out there and see how many inventive ways the Bucket went about circumventing them, mostly due to his incoherent rage and terrible, terrible Catholic guilt. Hated the nig-nogs, so he did. Hated them with a vengeance. And said so, a lot actually. Any plans to revise his account, lads?

He accumulated exactly 3,822 posts before he croaked.

Let's check that number one week from now, one month from now, and one year from now.

Or you could take the high road and delete the lot before his family find out what he spent the last days of his life actually doing and saying.

Imagine going out like that?

And only because you were too ashamed to take it all down before you died?

 

[Mowl]

Poor Jambo..

Snared trying to spoof his way out of his slimy little hidey-hole, the same hidey-hole he always hides in when his stupid threads aren't going as he wanted them to. If it isn't some bland chess move as a distraction, then it's an Oasis b-side from thirty-five years ago. Poor Jambo. And I mean that both fiscally as well as intellectually.

The man who invented the facepalm, isn't it.

The man who made the facepalm what it is today.

Jambo: inventor of the facepalm?

Or so he says:

As I said: poor Jambo.

 

[Mowl]

Jayzus fucking Christ on an electric scooter: this is what you twats are voting for?



You deserve everything you get, and get it you will.

You're fucking hopeless, useless, ridiculous...

 

[Mowl]

The reasons why Ireland is a basket case of exceptional proportions.

Mostly you, and mostly shit like this:

 

[Mowl]

 

[David]

Fucking cringe.

 

[Mowl]

So we can take it that you don't mind if the burglar is the son of one of your fellow (idiot/fake) Irish nationalists and his quarry is always the aged quotient sleeping in their beds? But if it's a foreigner or immigrant of colour then you want them hung up by the balls on the village square and stoned to death? You fake nationalists make me laugh. Your bullshit is so transparent it makes my skin crawl that a fat fool like Kelly actually pays out $1,490 a year to give you a stage to embarrass not just yourselves but the entire country.

If your house was burgled by the Bucket's bastard son, would you stick on the tea and put out the biscuits for them?

But if Jamal and Makmoud kick in your back doors you want the right to shoot them.

This is why nobody with a functioning brain wants anything to do with any of your nationalist parties: it's voted for by animals like you (Wooftie) and the entrants are as dismally uninspired as this fat fool:

 

[Mowl]

Val Martin: Kingscourt, Co Cavan - he didn't fix the road, but he did supervise the laying of cement outside the local community centre on Main Street in Cavan town. Where the redneck/culchie vote takes place tomorrow.

'Ne'er a flood nor a puddle since tha' time I did the cement, so I did..wha??'



Use your vote wisely.