I can't make head nor tail of your post tbhLet's imagine that one ordinary pissing-down with rain type day, seven hundred and fifty pissed-off Irish people arrive at the Dublin Airport departures floor and they all hop onto a plane and leave the country for good. Let's also imagine say around seven hundred and fifty non-Irish people arrive into Dublin airport arrivals floor looking for refugee status - and they're given it. Would that make you:
(1) angry
(2) sad
(3) neither of the above
Let's say the seven hundred and fifty Irish emigrants all land in Brisbane and show their holiday visas to get past immigration, and once they're in the country they all find work on the black market and a sofa to sleep on in their distant cousins rented holiday home. While they're all illegal Irish immigrants, they work for far less than the Australians themselves do and in most cases, their employers know they're illegal. But they still hire them because they're cheaper.
Meanwhile, the immigrants and refugees arriving into Ireland are doing it by the book, except they haven't any passports. Ways have to be found to identify them, but holding them hostage until they can be identified is against their human rights. So the state houses them with a tent and a sleeping bag and the addresses of some free food and clothing outlets. They can't work, they won't work, they don't want to learn English or Irish either and they sure as shit don't want to be housed among the working classes who'll likely batter them back out of the area as soon as they arrive.
Meanwhile, the seven hundred and fifty Irish migrants down in Australia have thrown drinking parties non-stop since they arrived and they've wrecked the rented holiday home: kicked holes in the walls and every window smashed and every door hanging off its hinges. Puke everywhere. Used condoms. Empty beer cans and broken glass all over the place. Blood and snots on the bathroom walls. Toilet overflowing as a result of being backed up with puke and scutter, tampons and sanitary towels. They smoke, drink, fuck, eat, and dance whenever they feel like it and they're driving their neighbours nuts.
Meanwhile, along the Grand Canal, the tents are lined up in exact order. No wet laundry hanging, no dumped garbage, no parties, no noise, no drinking, no eating outside of what they get at the free food outlet. They wake up and go directly to the immigration centre and come back to the canal afterwards. They get things thrown at them but they don't react. They get slagged, accused, kicked, spat at, the works. But they deal with it as best they can and get on with their day.
Should Australians count themselves lucky?
Should the Irish illegals consider themselves lucky?
Should the legal refugees along your canals feel angry?
What's the fucking difference?
Should I give a bollocks?
Why did you laugh (emoji) at that ^ postMowl, was it the picture?
Yeah, me too
I can't make head nor tail of your post tbh
Yes/no.
Yes/no.
Why can't you make your point without writing 750 words?Start at the end and then try the middle.
If you're still confused, try taking two steps to the left, one more to the rear, six more toward the right, and then jump up and down holding your nose while balancing a basketball on your left index finger.
Why can't you make your point without writing 750 words?![]()
You're a very poor communicator
Brevity is a virtue - Google Search
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Typing practice?You clearly do not understand my mission.
Typing practice?
Have you noticed that whenNo - my time on Politics.ie was used for that.
If Oskar Schindler was interviewing me for a position as his typist, chances are he'd pick me over any pretty little thing - I'm that fast.
Have you noticed that whenroc_abilly isnt coming up with his own daft notions, he sounds exactly like Regime propaganda?
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Have you ever heardSniggers...
Have you ever heardroc_abilly babbling about "transatlantic underwater sea cables"?
Look it up why don't youHow many Irish are there in England, Shay?
I fucking dare you.
Look it up why don't you
Look it up why don't you
You tell meWhy would I need to bother?
tldrEngland has been for centuries of the globes biggest colonizers. They've been around the whole world umpteen times over for many centuries planting their flags in the name of 'civilization' and 'freedom' which mostly saw them subjugated, taken advantage, taken as slaves and dragged into military functions like say the Gurkah. When Britain murdered and slaughtered her way into the colonies, they accused the very same people they were killing/using as slaves/labourers/soldiers as being the problem after the battles were won and war gave GB a right to think they owned fucking everything and everyone.
But Ireland never did that. Certainly not with firearms (unless they had no choice but to sign up and sell their mortal souls to the Queen's army for low pay in return for front-line sacrifices) but maybe with charm and Irish logic: Ireland enured eight hundred-plus years of British murder and oppression. It's no fucking wonder half of India, Pakistan, Suriname, Guyana and almost all of the Caribbean islands to boot.
These natives from all around the world are ENTITLED to British passports and cross-cultural nationality. England had her fun for century after century, killing with impunity anyone or anything that stood in their way - in defence of the Realm. Personally, my experiences in London (my least favourite place in the world) showed me exactly how England fucked herself up. In reality, she could have paid her way out of it by pouring funds into giving these peoples proper and fair 'civilization' rather than begrudging 'yeah' through gritted teeth at Luton Airport, Stansted, London, Manchester, and way up into Scotland as well as west into Wales like the young chap who slaughtered three innocent little children while leaving the witnesses to it all equally scarred for life. He was laughing at the bench, the judges, the lawyers and other legal rubberneckers. Laughing, out loud. He's of African descent, but a citizen of the greater United Kingdom.
if you want to send him home - can you give us an address or even general global position of his said 'home'?
You have a distinctly English name that goes back centuries: the Dawsons of the past were into some pretty fucking nasty shit too.
You're their latest incarnation - and look at the fucking state of you?
Another war-mongering scab operating from a base paid for the dole, scrimping and saving on food in lieu of cheap lager by the slab, and using it all to whisper out your nefarious threats on oncoming doom of the native Irish from your low budget internet feed. But that's it - it ends when you press 'post reply' and then sit back smugly admiring your work and thinking you're some fucking intellectual 'reporter' who parses and trudges his way through every telegram post trying to find the ones that you're under the general umbrella category of. Then acting like it was an original thought of your own - or worse again: trying to pass the entire article off as your own. You're a scab exactly like that, the classroom cheater, the lunch money bully, and classroom dunce.
I bought a new mop/polishing handle for my domestic floor-cleaning today, and while choosing one I thought instead of putting my name and address on it, to instead simply call it Jambo. It cleans up any and every stain, uses very little water or floor wax but spreads really well and holds most bacteria until I launder them out. That's pretty much all you are: a tool for cleaning up all the nasty stuff that sticks to the heel of a sad bastard like you- and your cheap manky boots.
I don't need to - but you do, eh.
Or slap up twelve to fifteen posts about your reasons to not do it, or to stay on topic, or to post a smilie, or to just keep on wanking the same wank you started around lunchtime GMT and still haven't spilled? No matter how many of your favourite porn videos you watch, it's still going to be an anti-climax of all the anti-climaxes of all time.
Wankers wank - but you use them to pass the morning and into the afternoon, then hit the tins of lager.
Kill yourself.
You tell me
tldr