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The Great Replacement (Reprise)

Dublin city center, picture taken by Trudy Hayes, out and about on Henry Street, nearby the site of the homeless shoplifter's death by heart attack/security goon attack, and who in turn helped a pensioner get new hips without having to wait in line at the HSE front doors with a placard in hand like many others have to.



This is the reality of your Celtic Tiger's wake, Jambo. This has been around already for many years but it's only getting worse, not better. You gotta keep voting in the two-party state, otherwise those corporate tax breaks for the multinationals and corporations might dry up and they might consider abandoning you for the relatively far cheaper options in India, Pakistan, all across Asia, even China. The guy who died after being apprehended by the goons at Arnott's had apparently grabbed some food and made for the doors, but they caught up with him and he went into cardiac arrest.

Nasty weight for those nice bouncers to carry, but hey - that's their gig: grab 'em by the scruff of the neck, floor 'em, mace him, then drag him back into the shop to wait for the cops to collect him - and then let him go. It's a well-oiled revolving door, innit Jimmy? I mean, had he been trying to steal some sneakers or an expensive shirt, he'd have got the same treatment, but he was actually stealing to eat. He was starving. Now he's dead. The pensioner's still in hospital. The two goons are probably serving duties elsewhere in the city. That, or back on the scratch. Very nasty for all concerned.

Apart from your political and banking classes, who get paid whether shit like this happens or not.

Keep in mind that the reason you haven't heard any more recent horror stories about the homeless dying on your high streets doesn't mean it's stopped happening. It means that the compliant MSM in Ireland are only too happy to oblige the hand that feeds them by not announcing any more deaths of this nature where they can possibly help it. Naturally, some slip through the net and make the front page, and Ireland gets all humpy and moody for a few days before forgetting all about it and going for a pint.

Anyway, you were saying something about you being replaced by who now?

Foreigners?

Sure aren't you a foreigner yourself?

I know I am, but that's nothing new - I've been a foreigner since birth: like most Irish people.

Just depends on where I happen to be at any given moment.

Have you met your replacement yet?
 
Fancy a flutter, Shay?

I'm afraid you're just doing your Mikey Graham* stupidity again - I won't personally have a replacement (person)

*And I don't mean this guy, your fellow homosexual -

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I'm afraid you're just doing your Mikey Graham* stupidity again

No idea who the fuck you're talking about, you weirdo.

Where do GET this shit from, anyway?

- I won't personally have a replacement (person)

I know, you could be replaced by any number of things:

A stick
An empty beer can
A used condom
Two tickets to Westlife
A pair of Louis Walsh's underpants
Both Laurel and Hardy
A gob of spit with a lump in it
Three rusty nails on a rotted plank
A bag of toenail clippings
A tampon

*And I don't mean this guy, your fellow homosexual -

Well, we both know that you know I don't swing that way.

What's the matter, Jimmy: you seem despondent lately. Resigned to your fate. It's almost as though you've just given up. But we all know that you won't, because you can't. You're arranged your life in such a way that any day that doesn't feature me slapping you around for two to four hours is a wasted day. You can't help yourself. You wake up and the first thing you do is check have I replied to you after my 'bedtime' schedule.

You'd have nobody to talk to if not for me.
Your audience appear to like me more than they like you.
What's that about, Shay?


Who's that? 👆

A fellow Telegram addict?

:LOL:
 
No idea who the fuck you're talking about, you weirdo.
He thinks the same stupidity that you do re: 'replacement', 'replace' and so on

It's been established that people of your (low) IQ can only think very literally..

Where do GET this shit from, anyway?
A mainstream talk radio station

I know, you could be replaced by any number of things:

A stick
An empty beer can
A used condom
Two tickets to Westlife
A pair of Louis Walsh's underpants
Both Laurel and Hardy
A gob of spit with a lump in it
Three rusty nails on a rotted plank
A bag of toenail clippings
A tampon



Well, we both know that you know I don't swing that way.

What's the matter, Jimmy: you seem despondent lately. Resigned to your fate. It's almost as though you've just given up. But we all know that you won't, because you can't. You're arranged your life in such a way that any day that doesn't feature me slapping you around for two to four hours is a wasted day. You can't help yourself. You wake up and the first thing you do is check have I replied to you after my 'bedtime' schedule.

You'd have nobody to talk to if not for me.
Your audience appear to like me more than they like you.
What's that about, Shay?



Who's that? 👆

A fellow Telegram addict?

:LOL:
 
It's great to see you trying to live up to the depth of intellect your current avatar picture suggests.

Keep at it, you'll get there one day Che.



* Image by Jim Fitzpatrick, a mate of Mowl's
 
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