Mowl
Member
Y'see Jimmy, the problem with the likes of yourself and other dopes like Free And Clean over on Arsefield's is that you guys think the Roma peoples are all the same. Freeloading scabs who couldn't and wouldn't hold down a job even if their wife and children's lives depended on it. Bums, thieves, beggars, drunks, doping their infants into unconsciousness to scab up a few euro on a street corner for the husband's drink. You painted them all with the same brush: fuck the Roma, fuck off home to Romania. When in fact that's not the only place they're from. When in fact the very Roma you have in Ireland are the same we got sent: from Romania. Except we whipped them into line: we sent them to school, we don't allow them to beg in the streets. If they toss their litter and smash a window, they'll both pay a fine and pay for the damages. Same applies to their kids: it comes back to the parents if the child is under sixteen/eighteen. If they miss a language class, their day money is dropped. If they're continually late or disruptive, they're turfed out. If the welfare people see they have nowhere to go and nothing to be doing, we offer them the cost of their flight back home. If they refuse, the immigration people handle it, not the citizens in the streets.
Ever been to Romania, Jimmy?
No?
Ahh, sure..
Lookit, tell you what? Here's two things you may not have even considered - or seen before.
The Romanian parliament house in Bucharest, built by Ceausescu after he tore down hundreds/thousands of nearby family homes:
Or this one, the nearby orthodox cathedral (which isn't quite finished as yet):
See?
Bucharest is a buzzing vibrant city well on her way to being another Finland/Estonia on the digital stage, and a country with a very high quality of life if you happen to be willing to work for it. Take a trip to the city, it's affordable, like Prague was in the 1990's but with far less dodgy fuckers hanging around. And do you know why there are so many dodgy Roma fuckers hanging around Dublin?
Here's the bad news, Jimmy.
In the post-Ceausescu times, the poor were treated like the Jews in Germany being shifted into the ghettos. Their lives were made near impossible by the state and in due course, many/most of them died. But the remaining few stuck around long enough for Romania to enter the EU pact. Guess what happened next, Jimmy? No idea? Well, here: the Romanian state made sure they were ineligible for the national schools, for even the most basic of jobs, they were segregated from the wider population for so long they took to begging in the streets even though they knew they might well get dragged in and battered to a pulp. So over time, the state convinced them that they'd really be far better off in countries like Ireland where they'll get handed money as soon as they arrive, and if they play their cards right, they'll have a nice fucking house too - paid for by the Irish people.
Naturally, this all sounded very attractive, so Romania helped them along with their plane fares, a change of clothes so they didn't look obviously destitute on arrival (hello migrant lads in Ireland in fake Gucci/Adidas/Puma/Sony labeled free gear) and a printed sheet of paper showing them the way from the airport to the immigration offices in Dublin city. Now you're stuck with them. Now your buddies over on Arsefield's also hate them and want to batter them but they're too fucking yellow to do it (hello free and clean - you fucking rat-headed twong) so instead they walk quickly past them muttering under their breath.
For all your Celtic Mutt arrogance, you got what you deserved: a generation of bums who'll produce another generation of bums to take over from them.
You should have been watching what WE did, not Germany, France, Spain or any other massively populated EU country who could try to contain them.
Nope, they were sent to you because you're fucking weak, too desperate to be liked, and too stupid to see the Trojan horse they just landed on your main streets. Now you're stuck with them, and their fellow Romanians are laughing their holes off. They have work, money, a little freedom, and a stunningly beautiful country in any season of the year. They simply manipulated the message and told their knackers that paradise existed - in Ireland.
They bought the whole chicken - and arrived on your doorsteps, in your dole offices, up top of the housing waiting lists.
You have the worst possible dregs of another EU country on your laps.
And you let it happen, you didn't even try to stop it - instead y'all decided to have bonfire parties at buildings desinated to house them until proper houses are ready for them to move into. For free. You and yours can go wank a donkey as far as your future is concerned. On more than one occasion last winter I found myself downtown and I spotted one of them on a street corner during a minus fifteen storm of horizontal wet snow: on his/her knees, face buried in his/her hands, and a baby under a blanket, unconscious. I went to the security guy at the nearest department store and told him that 'the Roma person begging over there has a baby in their arms, it's minus fifteen, can you please call this in before the infant dies'?
Cops were there in minutes and the spot they were begging on soon snowed over.
The baby was first priority: they'd doped it up with diazepam in the milk formula. Baby sleeps for ten to twelve hours at a time, and even if the begging shift for the Roma adult is six hours, the next Roma beggar is handed the same baby to keep the scam going. When that baby finally wakes up, another doped up baby is handed over.
That's your future - all of it.
The actual Romanians remaining in Romania?
They're laughing at you - over shrimp cocktails and foie gras.
At the opera, listen to Carmen, wearing handmade suits and shoes, and more jewelry than the Beatles can shake a stick at.
You poor stupid fucking cunts, I told you not to look anywhere else but Finland, but you ignored me because you hate me. Or more specifically: that I got out and sailed up the ladder to a far far better quality of life than you'll ever know, here in the World's Happiest Country year seven.
Seven.
In a row.
See?
Fooling the Irish is like stealing heroin from a Roma infant-child's nappy.
Ever been to Romania, Jimmy?
No?
Ahh, sure..
Lookit, tell you what? Here's two things you may not have even considered - or seen before.
The Romanian parliament house in Bucharest, built by Ceausescu after he tore down hundreds/thousands of nearby family homes:
Or this one, the nearby orthodox cathedral (which isn't quite finished as yet):
See?
Bucharest is a buzzing vibrant city well on her way to being another Finland/Estonia on the digital stage, and a country with a very high quality of life if you happen to be willing to work for it. Take a trip to the city, it's affordable, like Prague was in the 1990's but with far less dodgy fuckers hanging around. And do you know why there are so many dodgy Roma fuckers hanging around Dublin?
Here's the bad news, Jimmy.
In the post-Ceausescu times, the poor were treated like the Jews in Germany being shifted into the ghettos. Their lives were made near impossible by the state and in due course, many/most of them died. But the remaining few stuck around long enough for Romania to enter the EU pact. Guess what happened next, Jimmy? No idea? Well, here: the Romanian state made sure they were ineligible for the national schools, for even the most basic of jobs, they were segregated from the wider population for so long they took to begging in the streets even though they knew they might well get dragged in and battered to a pulp. So over time, the state convinced them that they'd really be far better off in countries like Ireland where they'll get handed money as soon as they arrive, and if they play their cards right, they'll have a nice fucking house too - paid for by the Irish people.
Naturally, this all sounded very attractive, so Romania helped them along with their plane fares, a change of clothes so they didn't look obviously destitute on arrival (hello migrant lads in Ireland in fake Gucci/Adidas/Puma/Sony labeled free gear) and a printed sheet of paper showing them the way from the airport to the immigration offices in Dublin city. Now you're stuck with them. Now your buddies over on Arsefield's also hate them and want to batter them but they're too fucking yellow to do it (hello free and clean - you fucking rat-headed twong) so instead they walk quickly past them muttering under their breath.
For all your Celtic Mutt arrogance, you got what you deserved: a generation of bums who'll produce another generation of bums to take over from them.
You should have been watching what WE did, not Germany, France, Spain or any other massively populated EU country who could try to contain them.
Nope, they were sent to you because you're fucking weak, too desperate to be liked, and too stupid to see the Trojan horse they just landed on your main streets. Now you're stuck with them, and their fellow Romanians are laughing their holes off. They have work, money, a little freedom, and a stunningly beautiful country in any season of the year. They simply manipulated the message and told their knackers that paradise existed - in Ireland.
They bought the whole chicken - and arrived on your doorsteps, in your dole offices, up top of the housing waiting lists.
You have the worst possible dregs of another EU country on your laps.
And you let it happen, you didn't even try to stop it - instead y'all decided to have bonfire parties at buildings desinated to house them until proper houses are ready for them to move into. For free. You and yours can go wank a donkey as far as your future is concerned. On more than one occasion last winter I found myself downtown and I spotted one of them on a street corner during a minus fifteen storm of horizontal wet snow: on his/her knees, face buried in his/her hands, and a baby under a blanket, unconscious. I went to the security guy at the nearest department store and told him that 'the Roma person begging over there has a baby in their arms, it's minus fifteen, can you please call this in before the infant dies'?
Cops were there in minutes and the spot they were begging on soon snowed over.
The baby was first priority: they'd doped it up with diazepam in the milk formula. Baby sleeps for ten to twelve hours at a time, and even if the begging shift for the Roma adult is six hours, the next Roma beggar is handed the same baby to keep the scam going. When that baby finally wakes up, another doped up baby is handed over.
That's your future - all of it.
The actual Romanians remaining in Romania?
They're laughing at you - over shrimp cocktails and foie gras.
At the opera, listen to Carmen, wearing handmade suits and shoes, and more jewelry than the Beatles can shake a stick at.
You poor stupid fucking cunts, I told you not to look anywhere else but Finland, but you ignored me because you hate me. Or more specifically: that I got out and sailed up the ladder to a far far better quality of life than you'll ever know, here in the World's Happiest Country year seven.
Seven.
In a row.
See?
Fooling the Irish is like stealing heroin from a Roma infant-child's nappy.
