More than Jambo and Saul Bucket needing each other is the fact that Declan's site wouldn't and couldn't exist without them. And you can see yourself how proud of his creation Declan actually is. He has his minions dancing and twirling about, lost in the music, in love with the moment, the movement, the assimilation of more Irish idiots into his online sewers. The absolute scum of the entire Irish online blogging crowd, all in one place, all in harmony, and all in love with each other. Declan put down $1,150 a year for the last two years with another year's fee upcoming in a few days.
That'll be nearly five grand all-in over four years.
Will he pay it and continue with his little project or will he consider it's time to close up shop before the American system catches up with him? He has a lot to lose if they do. Or any Afro/American club/society local to Dedham? All it takes is one disgruntled ex-member (
let's say Jarry for now) to get pissed off with being gang-banged and then booted out to ring the bell and have the Feds take a look at Declan's little hobby. If they send mail to his house about it, his wife and the kids will find out what he's been up to. If the wife doesn't like what's going on she'll tighten the purse-strings and take his little toy off him before he gets the whole family burned out of their clap-board tinder-wood little shebeen in Dedham.
Declan's walking a high-wire, the drop beneath him is sheer and absolutely guaranteed to fuck up his family affairs and most likely leak into his van-delivery business. It's one thing helping other people move address and humping their possessions for them as a profession. It's another thing having to empty your own house and move elsewhere due to some angry people of alternative skin colour than The American Dream is happy with coming around with buckets of petrol and dousing the Kelly gaff down before setting it alight.
Neither Jambo nor Saul could care less, they despise the fat fool even more than I do, or any right thinking person.
But as you can see, Jambo decided that the only way to properly answer what I handed him yesterday was to find a video and post that as an 'explanation' of his true feelings. Oddly enough, he picked DS's favourite movie of all time: The Shining. So when Jambo's using DS's sources as evidence of his own 'feelings' then you know the tables have turned. He's still using DS's name, several months down the road at this stage. He's also got around fifteen previous user names that have all been deleted. His life's work all washed the toilet, every time.
As for Saul and even poor Myles, there's nothing much left to say about either of them other than taking a look at their best efforts.
That alone is so sad and pointless I almost pity them suffering such shitty and pointless lives.
Jambo's angle on my moving to a '
whiter than white country' like Finland is hilarious. If they could emulate the Finnish model on immigration, then they'd swallow it like the Kool Aid and start their little dance. Yes, it's very white up here, and I'm not talking only about the snow. There are less reasons for any brown skinned person to choose Finland as a new home than there are in the Irish model. In Ireland they get the free house, dole, free food, free prams, phones, laptops, clothes, an around two hundred sheets a week. In Finland they get sent to language school and have to work an evening job (usually delivering pizzas, cleaning the public transport, sweeping the streets, shoveling the snow, and whatnot) in the sub-zero months of winter.
Ask yourself: if the choice was to either (a) be sent to strictly study the Finnish language for five days a week and then work your ass off all night every night and get fuck all bar pocket money and tips to pay for your shared hostel room, or to (b) move to Ireland, grab all the free stuff and settle in, get your two hundred and thirty euro weekly money, get to hang out with mobs of your own kind and have instant access to things to burn, loot, deal in, batter, and generally cause mayhem for '
de white man' - which would you choose?
I like love Finland just as she is now. As do my neighbours, friends, workmates, and followers.
We enjoy the old traditions. The incoming migrants haven't a clue why, but they also know they can't infiltrate what they don't understand.
Our language and way of life is secure for the foreseeable.
Yours is already in the toilet, because you let it happen while you sat there posting on Arsefield's while your arch enemy was stabbing your kids in their schools, stabbing their teachers, setting your main thoroughfare alight and looting your stores, then running away laughing about it. What did Jambo and Saul do? They sat there typing in words like 'nigg*ers' and 'in-breds' to post onto Arsefield's along with some trite emojis to best illustrate their deeper feelings.
Like this little cunt:
This is what passes as 'quality posting' over on the gay bar site.
Emojis.
Dozens of them.
But still, if the African-born members of my current Finnish projects were to read Jambo's daily scutter, they'd simply laugh at him; they wouldn't and couldn't take such a twat seriously. Same with my neighbours: incidentally, and since the beginning of last month - both I and my
Somali-born neighbour Yaz are the two heads of the street/block house committee. We handle the annual purse-strings for over eighty people/families, we hold the keys for the various facilities including the party room and rooftop barbecue deck with (2x) private sauna, both of the ground floor bike/pram and ski/toboggan lock-ups, the laundry and drying rooms, and the two laptops we were given to use for domestic affairs with the neighbours. Yaz is the main man: the neighbours love him, he's always on the go fixing things and helping the oldies lift their furniture while the guys from the heating company try to figure out how to turn our heat back down again after a fuck-up last month. We're all (well, not all) complaining of the heat, especially in the evening time. We're just under thirty degrees indoors and they can't find the problem, so they said it might even be until the new year before they can import the parts to fix it, so they apologized and made some suggestions as to how to reduce the heat by opening the window vents at night.
Imagine complaining about being too hot while living in such a cold country during winter? Can you imagine that happening in Ireland? Then them apologizing to you that you're having to walk around indoors in summer clothes in late December? The heat is free, by the way: electricity services we can choose for ourselves, whereas internal heating is a community/council issue, paid for in our annual taxes. So financially for us - nothing's actually going to waste, bar the heat we let out every few hours to cool the apartment down a bit for sleeping at night.
Yeah: you read that right - it's too hot in my Finnish apartment, the free heat from the radiators wakes me up at night and makes me fling the covers off the bed so that I/we can sleep better. So Yaz and I try to help the older neighbours but we can't reduce their heat because all of the thermostats were removed last month and replaced with plastic caps until the new thermostats arrive, some time early next year. We can open their vents for them (they're located high above the main south-facing windows) and suggest they open the balcony door every hour or two to let the heat out.
Into the cold Finnish night air.
Gas, innit?
Well, actually - not gas: electricity, you see.
Paid for in my taxes.
Keeping me warm, warm, warm.
Keeping Yaz and his lady wife wife hot, hot, hot.
Making the Finnish oldies uncomfortable, sticky, sleepy, and lazy.
So enjoy the upcoming grey/dismal/depressing Irish Christmas: and try to keep warm, eh.
If you need me, I'll be outside throwing snowballs with the kids or else in the sauna that is my lounge.
Laughing at you.
Like always.