Mowl
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Politics.ie has gone off radar. Coupled with the utter funeral of a dive The Irish Site was, this beckons the end of online banter and lampooning as we know it. It's amazing that some stalwart characters like The Field Mouse and Tadhg Gaelach have managed to stay away from chat boards for as long as they have, but I guess they grow old and die just like your granny. Now the likes of Jambo see their options to spam tweets and telegrams diminish before their very eyes, so sites like this one may well end up in a bottleneck-reaching-a-pile-up on the Long Mile Road.
Politics.ie is the oldest political chat board I'm aware of, and the Isle is the youngest. And smartest. And most stylish. And most frequented by interesting people with interesting lives and angles of their own rather than dying old goats and miserable granddads and grannies - as per P.ie. Nobody anywhere east of the Rio Grande takes Arsefield's seriously, not with Roundy Kelly at the helm. Backed up by Val and Saul Bucket doesn't help matters much, but it is what it is.
It must kick the likes of Golah/Swordid in the nuts never ever getting any appreciation for the sheer man hours wasted moderating these kips. They never even tell the thick cunt they're closing down. He has to find out by himself, by clicking the link, seeing it gone, then pissing his pants and shitting his computer chair/wheelchair/small pet donkey. Swordid must have given around 94.04% of his worthless life to working for strangers for free. Free as in no money now, none later, and even less after that. But what else can he do? He's housebound, hasn't breathed fresh air since 1973, during the rainy season. His wheelchair has an awful squeak in one wheel and the other's punctured since Queen took the stage at Live Aid in 1996. The poor auld bollocks is well past his sell-by date, starting to smell of wee-wee, rarely washes, only eats dried foods he can heat up in his microwave, and always microwaves his vests before putting one on.
When that guy who opened P.ie fucked off and got a real job, the world ended for most Piesters.
So they resurrected the site and let it limp on to see how it fared: well, that didn't work out too well, now did it?
Poor Jambo: without P.ie to refer to as Gaychat, he has less options for fun today than he did yesterday. He's been in his flowers for a week or so about his tweets and telegrams and he's basically doing an Enoch Burke on the Isle by only showing up when he isn't wanted or needed. Perhaps he's in the process of changing gender? For the craic, like?
Bye bye, P.ie.
Time to do or die.
Die it is so.
Seeya.
Politics.ie is the oldest political chat board I'm aware of, and the Isle is the youngest. And smartest. And most stylish. And most frequented by interesting people with interesting lives and angles of their own rather than dying old goats and miserable granddads and grannies - as per P.ie. Nobody anywhere east of the Rio Grande takes Arsefield's seriously, not with Roundy Kelly at the helm. Backed up by Val and Saul Bucket doesn't help matters much, but it is what it is.
It must kick the likes of Golah/Swordid in the nuts never ever getting any appreciation for the sheer man hours wasted moderating these kips. They never even tell the thick cunt they're closing down. He has to find out by himself, by clicking the link, seeing it gone, then pissing his pants and shitting his computer chair/wheelchair/small pet donkey. Swordid must have given around 94.04% of his worthless life to working for strangers for free. Free as in no money now, none later, and even less after that. But what else can he do? He's housebound, hasn't breathed fresh air since 1973, during the rainy season. His wheelchair has an awful squeak in one wheel and the other's punctured since Queen took the stage at Live Aid in 1996. The poor auld bollocks is well past his sell-by date, starting to smell of wee-wee, rarely washes, only eats dried foods he can heat up in his microwave, and always microwaves his vests before putting one on.
When that guy who opened P.ie fucked off and got a real job, the world ended for most Piesters.
So they resurrected the site and let it limp on to see how it fared: well, that didn't work out too well, now did it?
Poor Jambo: without P.ie to refer to as Gaychat, he has less options for fun today than he did yesterday. He's been in his flowers for a week or so about his tweets and telegrams and he's basically doing an Enoch Burke on the Isle by only showing up when he isn't wanted or needed. Perhaps he's in the process of changing gender? For the craic, like?
Bye bye, P.ie.
Time to do or die.
Die it is so.
Seeya.
* not exactly a haiku but you get the jist..
