I was simply asking you if you think that the Frozen Wasteland is the happiest country in the world because it's one of the whitest in the Universe
Isn't that precisely what you want for Ireland? A homogeneous all white island with a handful of persons of ethnic origins serving after shave and scrubbing caked-on shite off the bowls in the jacks of your local? And now, because Finland already has what you so keenly desire, you want to find some cracks in it?
Let me assure you of this much, Jimmy: of the ten/twenty-three difference/comparison you posit,
none of those ten are in receipt of free housing, of free welfare cash euro money for nothing, none will find any possible way of circumventing the language factor and the attached required schooling that goes along with it unless they happen to have enough cash in hand to start a company of their own, hire (fully insured) professionals/people in or provide services otherwise not available (
and yes, we have numerous barber shops, all empty of customers most of the time yet money's being spun and accounted for on their books - the same shit we dealt with with the nail salon brigade - most were shut down, licenses to trade removed and the owners dragged backwards through the system for their lies and deception) or provided by Finnish outlets. All companies must be registered via three institutions: the magistrate's offices (to register the company name and intent) the tax departments (to receive a certificate denoting ownership of said business and identification number regarding tax registration) and the Kela system (which is sort of like your Irish welfare department) to show that they are employers and not employees. On top of that, the paperwork for application for all of the required certificates requires hiring in a registered professional in accounting and all associated legal avenues, otherwise your application to start a business will not meet the criteria necessary to commence business.
The first three years of the business will see frequent checks by various departments to ensure all is ship-shape and to the letter of the law. Try shifting even one hundred euros without a paper trail and your license is gone - permanently. You will NOT be allowed to open another business unless circumstances are radically improved in line with state requirements. For those in language schooling, part-time evening work is required to help acclimatize the recipient to the various complications of the system. Try double-claiming a welfare allowance and you'll be in court in short time. Avoid your schooling, you'll end up having to pay for it yourself. Can't do that? Consider your options, the state will no longer facilitate any educational options for you, pay for it yourself or go back to wherever you came from.
They're banjaxed every which way, Jimmy. There are no loopholes. There are no cracks. You cannot avoid the eyes of the state, they're in your bank account, in your appointed school, and there are civilians also employed to watch over certain aspects of the process, like me. I was the 'cultural coordinator' at a language school for two periods of four and six months each. I've deal with them face to face. They may try to find cracks, but they're wasting their time, not mine.
There are no comparisons, Jimmy, because we neither need them nor have room for them. Finland has everything she needs and more besides so if there's a quotient of happiness we enjoy, it's down to the work that was done years ago to set the system as it is up to work as it does. We don't have a political class who moonlight as landlords, so there are
no options for fuckery with rents and leases. You do, and look what's it's done to your shitty little island?
In short, you're by now clutching at straws and casting about like a beached whale.
You desperately want to find holes in the Finnish system, but you won't: I live here and I can't either.
You need to try a hell of a lot harder, Dawson - your desperation's starting to crack you up, isn't it.
Oh, and fuck Israel, fuck America, and fuck you, you dopey cunt - stay off the drink, you gobshite - it gives you a false sense of security.
As regards happiness - it's things like this:
Last weekend we had severe temperatures down to -11C, but practically overnight it rose to zero, then +2C, and now +6 with sunshine and clear blue skies for the next three/four days. This means that all the piles of snow and ice of winter disappeared pretty much in two days leaving the streets clear of any snow at all. It's still seven weeks to Vappu, which is the official end of winter. But spring's already here. It's fucking beautiful out there. The ice on the bay has finally shown cracks, we can't cross it any more until next winter. This weekend will be party central all over town, it's simply the most wonderful transition from the best winter we've seen in years (severe temperatures and clear skies most of the season) and now into the spring and summer ahead that'll be much longer this year than in many past.
We're very happy, Jimmy.
That's not because money, luck, or otherwise.
It's because we know what we're doing.
So your twenty-three dole and housing sponges per ten of our students/immigrants at school or already at work cannot be compared.
Apples and tennis racquets, Jimmy.
Your stupidity is truly mesmerizing.
You have no facts to hand, you have extremely limited knowledge of how these things are done properly because you're used to them being done badly.
So go take a walk around your capital city. Take a close look at what you see. I was there last September for a week, and I couldn't fucking wait to get the hell out again. Dublin is fucked. Fucked, Jimmy. And you're still sitting on your hands, thumb up your hole. Wide-eyed and overwhelmed. As Irish as it gets. They say the best of us left the shitty little island as soon as we could: if I were in your boots, I'd consider that very carefully. You're still there, and you haven't too many ways out left to choose from. So it's either a decent lucky flutter on the nags/Texas Hold 'Em or a lottery win to help you before you finally sink into the mire and are never seen again.
You're so fucking stupid it makes me want to fly over and slap you around your bedsit for a few hours.
Go back to bed - this isn't your day, Kid.
Crushed by the simple truth I just handed him.
