A few Arsefielders were even trying to claim Val's YouTube channel had more views than BBBB, to which I call bullshit. Val's YouTube videos barely, if ever surpassed a 100 views on average.
Two things:
One is that I took a long break from writing anything for the BBBB, but I'll be starting again over the next while.
That number of people really does become a burden, many of them get in touch privately asking for advice about some really heavy/hard shit. I try to help each one as best I can, even if it's only to point them in the right direction. But it reminds me of the very reason I said to them that even if I did come home and run a local clinic and run for office, my heart wouldn't be in it: Ballyer, yes - Ireland, no.
Not for me.
Not even close.
Two is that in fairness to Val, he recently shot through the glass ceiling and when he surpassed 3,000 members, several of his recent uploads were heavily shared around. Some even garner one thousand-plus views, depending on the content. But he has a lot to learn.
This angle he takes on his bad grammar and hopelessly spasticated spelling isn't doing him any favours. Culchies might be a bit uncouth but they're not stupid either. It's insulting to anyone's intelligence to offer them a childlike scrawl full of misspellings and terrible grammar instead of considered content that you've checked and edited accordingly - then released. Not this slap-dash 'I wanna be famous and stroke my ego live on youtube' bullshit. His snide way of patting himself on the back about some things is equally hysterically funny.
The Sinead O'Connor video where he looks straight into the camera and says: 'I'm probably the only man in the whole country who understands her lyrics' like he means it. He's an idiot. If he pulled his socks up a bit and cleaned up his act, he could probably even finance it eventually through a Patreon type subscription. But that's not his goal - his goal is to sate his ego.
That was always going to be thorn in his side, I warned him multiple times but Val doesn't listen to anyone, he thinks he knows it all.
Three thousand members is nothing to be sniffed at - he earned it whether you agree with him or not. For years it was just hanging there, a ball and chain around his ankle. But recent sociological events in Ireland have put a spotlight on him like it has with many other content creators. This might even include scum like Philip O'Dwyer, the potato-faced and bodied chap who's always hanging around locations that later get burned down. Or have I said too much?
Similiarly, I gained 9,375-plus members on the Ballyer page because the locals know I'm only an agent provocateur. I'm not looking for anything: money, praise, friends, or otherwise. I just offer my own people the benefit of my own hindsight. I agitate them into discussion. Some of them say I come across as too sophisticated to reach real Ballyer heads, maybe they're right. But I'm not looking for intellectual praise either: I always remind them that I went to the same schools they did. Maybe they view me as the exception because of the scandal of Tony Walsh's court appearances and the videos shown of my testimony as a witness to his madness. But even that's become a ball and chain in many ways: my own people understand it, most of the clowns on these sites don't.
That's an interesting thing unto itself: we don't all see things with the same perspective.
But I did what I felt was the right thing to do - I had a choice: I could have just shut up and let it all slide.
But it's hard to do that when it's your own friends and classmates that are getting it in the neck.
So coupled with my intentions to get out of Ireland to see the world before I settled anywhere, there were alos things I had to do to make sure that staying wasn't really an option either. So I answered the questions, signed myself up for the interviews, had my Dad with me, and said my part.
Now I'm out - permanently.
To return to Ireland now would be the defeat of all of my life plans.
Still, your average Arsefielder loves nothing more than to lick Val's hole and convince him that he's the greatest thing since sliced bread. Absolute gimps.
They may poke fun at him publicly, but those sad bastards are likely brain-fused by his sudden ascension to popularity among the rednecks.
He speaks their language, has a similiar standard of presentation (usually manky) and can reach their intellects quite easily with a broader view on the specifics than your average culchie has. A pied piper of sorts. It's also worth keeping in mind that numbers alone do not indicate popularity. What really matters is whether or not you can mobilize your followers into action. So even if I have nine and half thousand real people following me under their real names (not this anonymous bullshit) it still doesn't matter - not if I can't bend their wills to act/vote/think one way or the other.
Three thousand mobilized culchies can still kick the holes off nine thousand un-mobilized jackeens who don't want to stand up for themselves.
It's a question of how you reach your chosen base: mine's dead obvious, but so is Val's.
And he's been trying much, much harder than I have.
So it's all about perspective.
Not popularity.
