Mowl
Member
Culchies, like this gobshite twat:
That's not a fucking poster, you thick culchie chancer - it's a fucking hoarding. Several times life-size with your dumb bovine culchie face grinning out at passing motorists causing them to swerve and crash. It's mounted on enough scaffolding to clean the pigeon shit off the top of the fucking Spire, you total spa. Where the fuck do these twats get their shit from? Try lashing something that size up alongside a Finnish motorway? He'd be arrested and busted the same day. Ireland has this really fucked up way of campaigning: these cunts lash their shit up all over the place, then start weeping and whinging when they get defaced or torn down.
Why do you let them away with this?
Are you all fucking sheep?
These goons are laughing at you - they think you're thick - like I do.
In Finland you can only submit your election literature to the city council who in turn will allocate you the required number of board adverts in tandem with any and every other candidate. You pay your fees, you get your mug on the posters. But the posters are limited to specially reserved spots: along pathways nearby commercial districts like shopping centres and parallel to tram stop waiting areas. You may NOT hang any posters anywhere other than these sites and if you do, you get the same treatment as say a rock band hanging up a poster with the details of an upcoming gig: they WILL show up at your gig and someone will be questioned and eventually fined a hefty cash dollar penalty. Same as the taggers, same as the graffiti artists: you can write on designated places by appointment and your finished work will be kept in place for a set period until the next artist gets their shot at writing their thing.
(Writer: a Nordic term for a graffiti artist)
Here's a typical election board: each candidate has the same amount of space, each candidate is limited in what they can add to their section, and everyone must follow the rules and protocol or else answer to the law.
When the election is done, the council remove all boards overnight and they're dumped to the recycle. This also incurs a fee which must be paid in advance to secure your place on the advert board. The frames they sit in are kept in storage and are used for other purposes throughout the year: free festivals, out of town weekend festivals, places, dates, names, etc.
One local Green Party member hung this one near the entrance to the shopping centre a couple of years back:
She lives in the next block, so I posted it to our community page, which I administer. She was back to me immediately claiming to be a young mother with kids to take care of and who hasn't the time to be dealing with this sort of shit. So I courted her, Mowl style. In the end she removed all of her posters and all of them were hung with around half a meter of Jayzus tape, which is not at all good for the environment. And this from a green party candidate?
Meanwhile, over in Ireland, home of the weekend car crash deaths statistics:
Honestly, you sad cunts do it to yourselves, you masochistic fucking spares. What a shower of mongs you are to allow these fuckers to ride roughshod all over your face? You sit there moaning, posting snide remarks, but you never get up your holes to make it any better, because you prefer to whinge and weep. Affirmative action to you is using a little baby lotions when you wank. Your political betters are what they are because you made them so, you allowed them so, you sit there pointing fingers at them but your pants are around your ankles and your laptop screen rather blurred from all the watery jizz flying about you.
You deserve exactly what you get - just as I do: except for me it's happiness, contentedness, with many options, and of my own choice.
You dole-head bums over on Arsefield's are minions to a fat culchie spoofer from the sticks and bogs: y'all have your tongues so far up his fat arse you can see out through his ears. No wonder he's snide, off-hand, illiterate, full of lies, happy to be fat, to be old, to be wizened, and most of all to be YOUR apparent better. You make me laugh. But you also make me really sad. Because you are the end result of Ireland's many failures throughout her history.
She's not through failing just yet either: watch as votes are counted and FF and FG are laughing up their sleeves at you. Again. Wait and see what happens regarding that €14Bn Apple tax grushee they added to this year's budget? They tossed it around like confetti. But soon enough there'll be Ajai Chopra asking where the money is, because a number of other EU member states are entitled to chunks of it too. Chopra won't be happy about that one at all, at all. And even sweeter is knowing that when the news about it breaks - they'll be telling you about how you were the one who partied - you all partied.
They bought you magic beans.
You're dumb enough to plant them.
That's why you are where you are and I'm not: I'm where you want to be, but you can't get a foot in the door, can you?
This is my land: I take no prisoner - I'll never surrender..
That's not a fucking poster, you thick culchie chancer - it's a fucking hoarding. Several times life-size with your dumb bovine culchie face grinning out at passing motorists causing them to swerve and crash. It's mounted on enough scaffolding to clean the pigeon shit off the top of the fucking Spire, you total spa. Where the fuck do these twats get their shit from? Try lashing something that size up alongside a Finnish motorway? He'd be arrested and busted the same day. Ireland has this really fucked up way of campaigning: these cunts lash their shit up all over the place, then start weeping and whinging when they get defaced or torn down.
Why do you let them away with this?
Are you all fucking sheep?
These goons are laughing at you - they think you're thick - like I do.
Fianna Fáil senator Timmy Dooley among candidates with election campaign posters defaced
Dooley’s billboard was vandalised with the words ‘DOFUCKALL’ and ‘ÉIRE’ painted on, while Labour candidate Evie Nevin’s face was cut out of her posters.
www.thejournal.ie
In Finland you can only submit your election literature to the city council who in turn will allocate you the required number of board adverts in tandem with any and every other candidate. You pay your fees, you get your mug on the posters. But the posters are limited to specially reserved spots: along pathways nearby commercial districts like shopping centres and parallel to tram stop waiting areas. You may NOT hang any posters anywhere other than these sites and if you do, you get the same treatment as say a rock band hanging up a poster with the details of an upcoming gig: they WILL show up at your gig and someone will be questioned and eventually fined a hefty cash dollar penalty. Same as the taggers, same as the graffiti artists: you can write on designated places by appointment and your finished work will be kept in place for a set period until the next artist gets their shot at writing their thing.
(Writer: a Nordic term for a graffiti artist)
Here's a typical election board: each candidate has the same amount of space, each candidate is limited in what they can add to their section, and everyone must follow the rules and protocol or else answer to the law.
When the election is done, the council remove all boards overnight and they're dumped to the recycle. This also incurs a fee which must be paid in advance to secure your place on the advert board. The frames they sit in are kept in storage and are used for other purposes throughout the year: free festivals, out of town weekend festivals, places, dates, names, etc.
One local Green Party member hung this one near the entrance to the shopping centre a couple of years back:
She lives in the next block, so I posted it to our community page, which I administer. She was back to me immediately claiming to be a young mother with kids to take care of and who hasn't the time to be dealing with this sort of shit. So I courted her, Mowl style. In the end she removed all of her posters and all of them were hung with around half a meter of Jayzus tape, which is not at all good for the environment. And this from a green party candidate?
Meanwhile, over in Ireland, home of the weekend car crash deaths statistics:
Honestly, you sad cunts do it to yourselves, you masochistic fucking spares. What a shower of mongs you are to allow these fuckers to ride roughshod all over your face? You sit there moaning, posting snide remarks, but you never get up your holes to make it any better, because you prefer to whinge and weep. Affirmative action to you is using a little baby lotions when you wank. Your political betters are what they are because you made them so, you allowed them so, you sit there pointing fingers at them but your pants are around your ankles and your laptop screen rather blurred from all the watery jizz flying about you.
You deserve exactly what you get - just as I do: except for me it's happiness, contentedness, with many options, and of my own choice.
You dole-head bums over on Arsefield's are minions to a fat culchie spoofer from the sticks and bogs: y'all have your tongues so far up his fat arse you can see out through his ears. No wonder he's snide, off-hand, illiterate, full of lies, happy to be fat, to be old, to be wizened, and most of all to be YOUR apparent better. You make me laugh. But you also make me really sad. Because you are the end result of Ireland's many failures throughout her history.
She's not through failing just yet either: watch as votes are counted and FF and FG are laughing up their sleeves at you. Again. Wait and see what happens regarding that €14Bn Apple tax grushee they added to this year's budget? They tossed it around like confetti. But soon enough there'll be Ajai Chopra asking where the money is, because a number of other EU member states are entitled to chunks of it too. Chopra won't be happy about that one at all, at all. And even sweeter is knowing that when the news about it breaks - they'll be telling you about how you were the one who partied - you all partied.
They bought you magic beans.
You're dumb enough to plant them.
That's why you are where you are and I'm not: I'm where you want to be, but you can't get a foot in the door, can you?
This is my land: I take no prisoner - I'll never surrender..
Last edited: