TAAFFES BAR, SHOP ST, GALWAY CITY, IRELAND

The Galway barman will sidle up beside people at urinals and attempt to urinate on their legs and shoes

Manuela Riedo who was raped and

murdered in Galway City.

Taaffe’s public house in Galway city centre is more than a little culturally backward judging by the kind of staff that's employed here – and judging by a local branch of Ulster Bank this is the norm for Galway.

A chap who works here as a barman has the hideous habit, while drinking in neighbouring bars, of trying to urinate on unsuspecting people he encounters in toilets.

This slack-jawed (his countenance and everything else about him screams moron, and I’ll call him Mr Pisser) Galway city inbred piece-of-shit will slyly sidle up to a urinal beside one that is already occupied.  

He would then, with all the finesse of a lobotomised ape, turn his penis towards whoever was using the neighbouring urinal and attempt to piss on them.

ULSTER BANK, 33 EYRE SQUARE, GALWAY CITY, IRELAND

The inbred Galway bank tellers will immediately utilise vulgarity and abusiveness to test your gullibility

Ulster Bank, Galway: the inbred employees will shout your business all over the west of Ireland.

Galway is another rural Irish city where Ulster Bank not only employs coarse, ignoramus and unstable morons but seemingly expects customers to accept their atrocious behaviour.

The ATM machine at this branch retained my debit card and when the bank opened the next day I visited in order to get it returned. I approached a lady at reception and explained what I was there for.

And did this bitch display herself to be a coarse ignoramus Oirish idiot? Not only was the inbred moron happy to look like a turnip eating Neanderthal; she also insisted on repeating every word I said. When I explained that “the ATM had retained my card yesterday evening,” she repeated what I had said straight back to me. This went on ad nauseum.

I found it hard to refrain from asking her if she had issues with parrots and instead told her I didn’t need to be immediately reminded of what I’d just said. And again Miss Oirish-Arsehold sarcastically repeated “reminded”. She was very typical of the kind of dog-faced backward Irish bitch that centuries of inbreeding produces.

Eventually she retrieved my card from a bunch of others and returned it to me – the ATM had obviously also swallowed other people's’ cards. Though it had been somehow damaged and proved to be unusable.

This damaged card led to me discovering that in this branch of Ulster Bank the ignoramus mongrel on reception was only the tip of the iceberg when it came to vulgarity. Because of the useless ATM card I had to personally make withdrawals and the entire staff in this Galway branch of Ulster Bank were beyond disgusting. They were a type of fatuous bastard that would make even Myra Hindley puke. One coarse red-headed scumbag who served me had the temperament of a stepped-upon corba.

She’d snarl and growl with all the shamelessness of a feeding sow and once even threw her eyes upwards when she saw me entering the branch. This moron showed all the signs of mental unstableness. When I returned the verbal abuse it only provoked her into even worse and louder vitriol.

I phoned Ulster Bank Customer Services in Dublin regarding this piece-of-shit but ended up speaking to a witless imbecile – the witless cunt tried to tell me that Ms Red-Head meant no harm, that I must have misunderstood her.

Another young male had seemingly picked up on this shameless Galway culture of coarseness. But he was cowardly; he pulled his horns in when he saw that I was immediately going to return his abuse2. A letter of complaint to this branch’s manager got no results whatsoever, only a diatribe of defensive explanations.  

The Picts in Galway are aware, albeit only subconsciously, that they’re subnormal and inbred bastards and that their mentality and behaviour is out of kilter with all normal cultures. They don’t attempt to address this problem; instead they have retreated into a sphere of denial3 – and inbreeding with their siblings and cousins. Part of this denial process involves attempting to bully and intimidating those they come in contact with. It’s as if they believe that belittling others will improve their own backward personalities – just like the stereotypical schoolyard bullies.

The manager at this branch, or any other in rural Oireland, would not in a million years, not even privately, admit that one of their staff did anything wrong. To admit something like this would be to admit that the majority of them are arseholes, and the Paddy will never do that.

As a person said to me a short while ago: it’s a pity the Nazis didn’t spend three or four years in occupation of the Rep of Ireland. I’m sure these guys would have enjoyed being in the company of the slackjawed inbred loons that pollutes every square metre of Galway.   

Brussels knows about the atrocious situation in Ireland; Europeans are now practically running the Irish financial sector. Perhaps a good dose of austerity will induce a little sense, and force these morons to take a look at themselves – and stop impregnating their own siblings and first cousins. Or perhaps Brussels might have no option but to run the country entirely? After all, this might be the only way to keep the backward inbred fuckers from constantly breaking themselves.

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1This kind of mimicking is quite common, especially with Oirish ladies, west of the Shannon (Connaught) and also in the Cork/Kerry region. I can imagine them all in unison aping Sir Oliver Cromwell when he gave them the ultimatum: “to hell or to Connaught” — Mr. Cromwell, you see, didn’t like the bastards, I wonder why?

2This is what happens when you spend too much time in the company of mongrels.  They’ll slowly grow on you and before you know it you are adopting their traits. Always remember that not only will travel broaden your mind, it can also narrow it if you journey to Neanderthal-type places.

3Hence the subnormal Irish custom of grade-inflation. Instead of admitting that they have a completely useless educational system and students they’ve shamelessly introduced a system of blatant grade inflation. This has led to complete idiots being given exam results which they’d never in a million years attain naturally. And results in morons and mongrels working as nurses, garda, doctor’s receptionists, dental nurses and bank tellers.   

Dan Lowry's Tavern, 13 MacCurtain St, Cork City, Ireland.

Dan puts forward a slobby slackjawed barman with a dirt caked t-shirt and the arrogance of Joseph Goebbels

If you’re ever unfortunate enough to find yourself in Cork City or south west Oireland a quick visit to this pub/restaurant is recommended.

My first1 visit here was on a rainy Tuesday morning intending to have a coffee; just to kill time and let the showers clear. When I entered the sight that confronted me still sends shivers down my spine: what I can truly describe as a troglodyte (dictionary definition — person of degraded, primitive, or brutal character) stood behind the bar.

Ulysses, Irish Ferries Limited, Dublin, Ireland

A Master-at-Arms who was legless and a Captain aggressively defending a snarling imbecile

A ship’s Captain and crew who’d shock.

I got yet another dose of atrocious Pict civility aboard Irish Ferries' Ulysses while travelling from Holyhead to Dublin. Having boarded this boat in Wales I approached reception in order to collect the pass-card to my cabin.

When I offered the receipt that entitled me to this cabin the receptionist, instead of accepting it in a civil manner, snapped it like a feral dog would snap a piece of meat – she accompanied this act of viciousness with a vicious snarl.

CORK CITY AND ITS RELATIONSHIP WITH MONKEYS

Here is an exercise that might help if you’re teaching monkeys to read and speak (this is not so far-fetched as they have being doing this in a Cork College and a Cork Training Centre for years).

The monkeys will practice putting each caption with its appropriate picture.

Quay's Restaurant, Quay Street, Galway City, Ireland.

His way of dealing with ubiquitous Galway bullying was to rub the vegetables against his anus

A dead body lay in a Galway food supplier’s freezer for almost 10-years. As the cadaver decayed and putrefied a lot of food had to have been contaminated.

While holidaying in Galway City we heard some horrific tales regarding this restaurant: claims about idiotic staff with the mentality of deranged gibbons.

In provincial Irish cities we always take such claims seriously due to our many bad experiences in them.

Cork City is a very good example of the deranged Irish mentality. It's quite disgusting where, against all professional advice and warnings of danger, these morons situated an airport.

One evening in a Galway City pub we enquired of two Wicklow girls as to where might be a good place to eat. Like a lot of people we are aware of the many slackjawed bastards who operate tourist catering businesses in Galway and we didn’t want to be poisoned.

The Food Safety Authority of Ireland (FSAI) are so backward and incompetent that a fish supplier, in Galway City, had a dead human body in his freezer for 10 years. Imagine the fluids leaking from this cadaver and saturating the fish, which is then going to be eaten in restaurants and takeaways. What sort of dirty bastard doesn’t defrost or clean their freezer for 10 years? A troop of chimpanzees would be cleaner than that. Are the Galway natives dirty bastards or what? Hence our precaution in choosing a place to dine.

Diners might have got a taste of Ireland via a staff member's rectum.

They directed us to a place on Foster St, and then one of them added the caveat: “that under no circumstances should you ever go to the Quay’s restaurant.”

She exhibited a clear assuredness while supplying this supplementary information, which left us wanting to hear more. And our curiosity was readily satisfied.

They explained that they were students at Galway University and that one of them had done a stint as a part-time waitress in the Quay’s restaurant; it was a colleague who worked here as a prep-chef who had severely soured her view of the place.

She related to us how bullying was common-place in the Quay’s, and that the prep-chef, who was mentally subnormal, was especially targeted by the management – bullying is typical of the inbred cowardly bastards who’s to be found in Galway City.

It transpired that he didn’t take this bullying lying down, but his way of dealing with it could only result from centuries of mongrelism.

She went on to relate how the Quay’s get a lot on American customers who are quite fond, no matter how warm the weather, of Irish-stew – these are most-likely Irish-Americans who are seeking a taste of the old country.

It's amazing that the rat-like cunning Paddies
left evidence of this outrage on-line. Initial
reports said the body lay in the freezer for
nearly ten years. Have the Paddies here
been euphemistic with their reporting?

According to the ex-waitress the prep-chef focused his resentments on these customers rather than on his tormentors – very very typical of the cowardly Oirish natives.

He had two ways of getting even, via the customers, and both involved the Irish-stew. The least pernicious of these was his sneaking in dog food and throwing it in the stew pot – the slack-jaw would have found this too expensive, but he had something else up his sleeve, or more pertinently, his underpants.

His other act of vengeance, alleged the ex-waitress, was much more sinister, to paraphrase her: “one evening I walked into the kitchen and saw him shove a handful of diced vegetables down the back of his trousers; he was rubbing them against his bottom and then putting them into the pot to cook”.

She basically said that the inbred dirty bastard was smearing, what customers were going to eat, with shit.

Whatever about the merits of these claims, what I do know is that you will meet some atrocious Neanderthal-minded pieces-of-shit working in pubs and restaurants in and around Galway city. I’ve encountered some of the most horrendously disgusting service staff in Galway and Cork cities as well as in Ireland’s south-west generally. And when a bar or restaurant owner will put aggressive ignoramus bastards at front of house, you’d have to wonder what type of Troglodyte might they find suitable for the kitchen.

Another thing about Galway that lends credence to what the ex-waitress said is that the west of Ireland is saturated with Cryptosporidium: this disease arose here because of the appalling backward way they have of dealing with sanitation – it’s a disease that’s found mostly in third-world countries. Raw untreated sewage has been found flowing straight into rivers across this part of Ireland, and right down the west coast as far as Cork – the Neanderthal mindset pertains over much of the western half of Ireland.  

Not only is it deadly to drink tap water in Galway city it’s even dangerous to take a shower or bathe in it. A short walk along the seafront in Salthill, Galway city will reveal copious amounts of shit and toilet paper washing up on the beach. Would monkeys shit and urinate in their bathing water? 

If these backward tribal morons can’t even dispose of their sewage in a proper manner what hope is there of running a food outlet with any type of propriety or decency?

Deirdre O’Sullivan, Cork College of Commerce, Cork, Ireland.

"The financial crisis will be over in a matter of weeks," snarled Ms O'Sullivan aggressively

O'Sullivan's principal, Helen Ryan.

In September 2008 I expressed the widely held opinion to Deirdre O’Sullivan that the Irish economy was going to take years to return to anything nearing normality.  

Considering that the IMF and ECB had just bailed out the country; and Current Affairs programmes and newspapers ran continual articles on the State’s finances it didn’t take Einsteinic astuteness to know this.

Mrs Whelan, An Post, North Main Street, Cork City, Ireland.

Mrs Whelan, a post mistress who's as coarse and stupid as a lobotomised baboon ...

The two-bit premises on North
Main St where the ignoramus
Mrs Whelan enjoys bullying
the vulnerable.

The mentality and conduct of Mrs Whelan, the post-mistress in this Irish provincial post-office, would deflate a person’s lungs. She’s coarse, ignoramus and really likes to throw her weight around. The first thought that probably enters her head when she wakes in the morning is about who she might bully that particular day. She’s a perfect example of the typical Irish bitch who’d breed scumbags like the little female bastards who, Seamus Fahy alleged, beat and prodded him with sweeping brushes in St Brigid’s hospital, Ballinasloe, Co Galway.