This chap,
PlunkettsGhost - from Arsefield's.
Plays the big tough guy on the blogs, hasn't a fucking clue what's going on:
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Anyone being labeled by the Ghoul as far right or racist has every interest in exposing his hypocrisy'.
The Ghoul? I doubt that handle's going to stick.
You lack imagination, Kid.
Not to mention purpose.
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The Ghoul lives far from the problems the rest of us left behind now have to deal with it'.
That's precisely correct: I left that kip behind because (a) I had the balls to see it for what it is and dump it accordingly. And (b) that I have what it takes to make it elsewhere on my own terms and for my own reasons. Idiots like you who stick around for your daily whipping deserve exactly what you get: fuck all. Nothing. Not even self respect.
So enjoy it down there in the u-bend of a public toilet that is dear auld Ireland, a failed nation in every respect. If you haven't the courage to simply accept that your dreams will never come true but you stick around anyway, then fuck all is exactly your reward. Me? I want it all, and I know how to get it, which is why I'm laughing and carefree - while you spend your days whining about how terrible Ireland is, but as soon as The Mowl chimes in in agreement, you all circle your sad little one-wheeled wagons to try to change the narrative - that you all suddenly love Ireland and she's great even with the broken economy and shite weather, your daily whipping by the state - which is run by people you didn't even get to vote for!
When was your last election, by the way?
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He slings his shite from his homogenous, ivory, snow covered tower, feigning moral superiority while staying well clear of the actual source of the issues'.
Again, 100% accurate: my delightful and snow-covered ivory tower. I love it up here while you hate it down there. I get my giggles from throwing you saps a bone every now and again. Life in the world's happiest country is simply divine. Today the snow is light, as is my workload: but the rewards are awesome. Imagine living in a country that actually respects you? Can you do that? No? See? That's where you're to blame. You can see the problem but you refuse to face it.
My moral superiority (like my superior intellect) is exactly what galls you the most. You can't figure out how a kid from the ghetto outsmarted the Irish system (and you) and made it pay for me to leave and start again in another country and culture of my choice. And I am extremely happy with my choice of location. I knew long before I moved up here permanently that Finland was on the cusp of something remarkable, so I got in while the options were favourable. Now I live like a king. I do what I like when I like and I still get paid. The saddest thing there is that you know perfectly well that if time and tide were on your side, you'd do the same. But you lack one crucial factor: big enough balls to stake your claim. That's why you are where you are - and I am where I am.
You're stuck on that crappy little island. Forever. You'll never know any other kind of life than the misery you endure today, so off you go - form a circle of your Arsefield's wagons and get all the lads on the gay bar site behind you to send me your rage and loathing. We all know what it really is though: jealousy, envy, fear, admiration, and a whole heap of wonder at how you yaps are one day raging against Ireland and all her criminality against her own people, and the next trying to frame Finland as something she's not. What you haven't even clocked though is that I LOVE it when y'all talk Suomi down. It acts as a barrier to keep you Irish losers far away from my haven of pretty girls and easy money. Call it anything you like. The Frozen Wasteland. Whatever: but be sure to do it often enough to keep your kind the fuck out of here.
I love how easy you fools are to wind up.
I can't stop laughing at how much of yours and Declan's time I get to waste for y'all! All I have to do is keep tapping you on the shoulder with '
...and another thing about that poxy little kip of a country' and off you all go! Fuck Finland! Sanna Marin - aaaaaaahhh! The Soldiers Of Odin, wha'hey! Naked people in saunas! Heaps of fresh snow! Haven't a clue what they're saying in that weird language! Pray that Finland goes the way Sweden did. But your wishes won't come true. We know how to man our borders and enforce the wishes of the Finnish people. It's exactly the reason we're the world's happiest country. Get used to it.
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His slander must not go unanswered...'
And yet it does - even by the rule of the site owner you dance for all day. I slander him for what he is: a fat little loser who spoofs his way through life while idiots like you and your entire Arsefield's crew lick his scrawny old balls for him. That's so sad, man. So very fucking sad. Declan knows he'll never forgive me for exposing him and his lies, but then again he and I have one thing in common: we're both smart enough to know the truth when we see it. And he hates me for what I gave you: the reality of his miserable little life scrounging off his wife while telling you how he's a serious 'tour guide' and man of means who 'tour guides' multi-millionaires and the wives of billionaires around Southie. And you complete fucking saps are dumb and bovine enough to believe him?
Mate - you're some fucking tulip.
He's taking you for a ride, a very bumpy ride in the back of his van.
Oh, how it makes me laugh.
A millionaire van driver - from Ballinspittle?
Pahahahaaaaaaaaaaa!
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The Ghoul claims to hate 'racists'.
No - The Mowl hates
IRISH racists.
Small point, but important nonetheless.
'But he is effervescent about the benefits of the non-diverse civilization he has fled to'.
Fled to? I left
Urrland in the previous century, long before your flop-doomed Celtic Tiger economy under Bertie fucking Aherne took off. Then crashed. Why? Because I could see what was happening and I knew long before any of you fools that if I didn't make my move now, then I'd probably sink into obscurity like you lot have. Crying men. In large groups. Sipping from cheap tins of Dutch beer lamenting the loss of dear old Ireland. Hating that working class scruff from Ballyer pointing at you and laughing into your faces.
Finland is very diverse, actually: we have lots of Swedish-Finnish people, whole enclaves in fact. We have lots of wealthy Russians who'd rather live on this side of the border given it's only a six hour train ride to St Petersburg. We have very few Irish, thankfully. Last count I checked was at an Irish embassy supper when Simon Coveney came to give us a lecture about Finnish/Irish business relations. Our ambassador said that the total number of Irish passport holders in Suomi was one hundred and thirty-four. I was one of them. That was a few years back so I'd imagine the numbers haven't danced too much and that the language alone is enough to put the bejeezus up most of them. Factor in the winters and less again are interested in making a move.
Paddy and Bridie are where they are because they allowed themselves to be stomped on.
You, my sad friend - are Paddy and Bridie. Two losers.
Who'll never get to enjoy life.
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And he wouldn't have it any other way'.
Again, 100% correct. I deserve a quality of life superior to yours for my efforts and sacrifices. I demand that society gives me what I deserve: a warm and comfortable life in a wonderful and proud country of amazing people who relish their history and culture and who work on it to protect it and nurture it. My input is highly valued, not just by its nature, but by my being both an Irish immigrant and a self-employed and funded businessman of two decades and more. I'm also an honorary ambassador of Irish culture as well as a knowledgeable individual who knows Finland's history and culture as well as - of not better - than my own.
So yeah: I wouldn't have it any other way.
'He has no interest in being proximate to the diversity he claims to love'.
Diversity? What diversity? Fuck diversity - this is Finland. A unique culture in every respect. Not at all even remotely similiar to any other EU member state. What diversity do you think we need beyond what we have today? You KNOW that what we have is what you want - so why not just come out and say it? '
Ireland's fucked. We should have paid more attention to what Finland was doing while we sank deeper into the quicksand' except it's too late now, isn't it? Finland and Urrland have lots in common, but you twats are too dumb to see any of it, so I won't bother informing you of the simple facts that where apparent to me twenty-five years ago and guided my hand into emigration from Urrland to here. Just in the nick of time to catch the waves that helped me avoid the penury placed on yours and your kid's meagre existences.
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That would hurt his lifestyle' .
Yes, it would. My lifestyle is unique: every friend and relative who ever came up to visit me me always left in shock and awe at how beautiful, how enchanting, and how entirely positive their experience was. They wanted to come back - every time. The summers offer one type of experience: blazing heat and midnight sun. The winters another: snow and ice, big furry boots, red cheeks and pearly white teeth smiling back at you everywhere you go. Or rather, everywhere I go. You go nowhere apart from the dole office and the back garden shed to cry and weep at the waste you made of your life by not standing up and walking out while you still could.
But it takes big balls to uproot yourself and wander, so nobody is disappointed by you - you did your best, it just wasn't enough.
It never is - that's what Urrland is though: mutton dressed as lamb. Idiots at the steering wheel nearing the cliff's edge while you lemmings line up for the big hop. Your kids are getting stabbed - you blog about it. Your culture is disappearing fast, you blog about it. Events take place and pass without a stir. You blog about it. Life's passing you all by, you all blog about it. Arsefield's is run by a spoofing plastic culchie bum from Ballinspittle. You blog on his site and follow his rules: all the way from America and into your own homes.
I blog about how fucking dumb you cunts are: then I laugh about it.
I love this game - mainly because I invented it myself.
You?
You get exactly what you deserve, my friends:
nothing.
Fuck all.
Just the rain and cold, the damp and the misery. The disappearance of Dubliners from their own city. The leaking of your best and brightest to other countries who know how to value us. The filth and trash that surrounds you. The alcoholism and drug addiction. The homeless soulless knackers stumbling up and down your biggest national thoroughfare all day and night. The needles and the drops of blood. The stink of piss everywhere. The burnt silver foils and blood-stained tissues. The empty cheap beer cans rolling around in the wind and rain. The lack of any sense of pride in anything. Hating your neighbour as he hates you. Hating the incoming hordes but hating your own even more when we're pointing it out to you from a safe distance. From up here on your northern horizons I can see the bind you're all in: you think because you get to suffer the worst of what Urrland can do seem to think that only you have the right to take aim at it.
Sadly - you're wrong there too.
Which is why I'm laughing, goading, and pointing at you, and you know you can't defend any of it.
Because you rolled over; you played dead, you refused to stand up for yourself while you still could.
Now you're too old, too broken, too cowardly, and too worthless to even consider getting up and out of there - with only death to look forward to.
It sucks, doesn't it?
The ballsy people, the people who get up early in the morning. To be honest I don't blame FFG for fleecing the f*ck out of such a docile and bovine and well trained herd. What a tax-farm...