Cork Training Centre (SOLAS (formerly FAS)), Rosa Avenue, Bishopstown, Cork city, Ireland.

Teachers with the cerebral capacity of lobotomized gibbons

This chap would be as bright
as a typical Cork teacher.

This educational1 institute was set up specifically to offer training to the unemployed, and further education to adults wanting to improve their circumstances. It’s gone through a lot of name changes over the years; it’s now on its third. It was first christened AnCO which then became FAS, and which now has morphed into SOLAS.

All these name changes occurred because of managerial corruption and incompetence, stunts such as: five-star junkets around the world; taking cronies to Cape Canaveral to study NASA; and generally wasting European taxpayers2 money with an Imelda Marcos type arrogance.

I attempted to further my education at this facility in Bishopstown, Cork city but soon discovered that such pursuits, particularly in this part of Ireland, are futile. That’s because the staff in this facility are ignorant beyond belief and as coarse as wild pigs.

A couldn’t-care-less attitude was displayed by most of the people I dealt with here, and two were severely mentally unhinged – a group of Paddies who go all-out to prove that Punch magazine was 100% correct about the Irish.

A thirty-something lady who ran the multimedia room showed that she was mentally dysfunctional whenever an opportunity presented itself. And a chap called Kennedy displayed himself to be a complete idiot, as well as mentally unstable3.

An example of how these morons conduct themselves:

The type of mongrel bitch that SOLAS employs in Cork.

I asked the multimedia-room lady a simple question about the Microsoft Word Application. Her response was to aggressively and arrogantly answer with a series of grunts4 and she even continued grunting as she walked away from me. She also pronounced her inbred Pict Irishness with a general aggressiveness and mongrelism that’d do a wild sow proud.

I approached a male middle-manager about her conduct and this Irish imbecile tried to tell me that I was responsible for her behaviour. Being well acquainted at this stage with the backwardness of Cork city arseholes I wasn’t in the least surprised by his puerile attempt at obfuscation, and thus sent a letter of complaint to SOLAS’s headquarters.

Meanwhile the multimedia-room lady, knowing that I had approached a manager about her, and realising this manager would support her no matter what, had a field-day directing grunts at me – due to an evolutionary trait the Irish mongrels in Cork don’t have the faculty to feel shame. At least six times as I passed her in a corridor she would grunt derisively, and whenever I encountered the manager he had a smug smile.

This changed dramatically a short while later when both these idiotic half-wits realised I had contacted SOLAS' headquarters about them. Then both multimedia-room lady and the middle-manager had the gall to approach me and affect friendliness – talk about a pair of fucking inbred Paddy arseholes.

Another chap called Mr. Kennedy, who taught a computer course, then decided to stick-his-nose in – this arsehole, laughably, taught an advanced ECDL computer course. His arrogance had him blinded to the fact that a written complaint could and would be made about him; and, again, when this fucking arsehole realised that headquarters had been contacted he attempted to suck-up to me – the stupidity of the south-western Irish denizen would take your breath away.

Mr Kennedy then went on to show his teaching abilities by making a statement, or instruction, to his class: “hyphens have no use what-so-ever and should be ignored”. The Irish arsehole stated this with an assuredness that’d take your breath away. Did this moron ever read anything other than the Beano? Probably hasn't.

A FAS tutor, Mr Kennedy, was no
more intelligent than this chap.

Soon after my complaint Mr Kennedy was fired but his discharge was more to do with the fact that SOLAS, and Ireland, were bankrupt rather than my letter to headquarters. If they weren’t broke the backward fuckers wouldn’t just have kept Kennedy employed, they might well have given him a pay rise – the inbred Irish, as is the wont of mongrels, find imbecilic acts funny and thus enjoy the company of arseholes like Mr Kennedy.

Only in Ireland would you find a witless fucking idiot like this teaching in an educational facility. His employment as a teacher proves that monkeys would be well justified in showing great upset when they’re compared to the thick and backward Irish, as Punch magazine (pictured right) once claimed.

Mr. McAluiff is another instructor in this Cork facility who I had the misfortune to encounter. While this chap seems to be somewhat intelligent and (might even be) qualified to do his job, the Irish culture of gombeenism emanated of him.

He's an arrogant little arsehole who likes to be left alone to tinker at his private little projects; he gets annoyed when asked by students for assistance – he’d highly suitable for the mentally retarded and outright idiots who make up the student population in Cork city.

As for the dirty little thugs who worked in this Training Centre’s canteen. I think they’d be very liable to actually shit in the food before they’d serve it to you – they're the type of scumbag that inbreeding brings forth.

A receptionist who manned the front desk in this educational facility had the mental faculties of an inebriated orang-utan, and was also as blind as a bat. I approached this lady one day seeking to speak to the general or assistant manager. When she heard my request she poked at her keyboard and then started squinting at the monitor. She obviously had difficulty in seeing what was on the screen because she proceeded to lean towards it until her nose was actually touching it – I kid you not, her nose actually touched the fucking screen. Then she withdrew slowly all the while squinting and making strange facial movements.

Having given up on seeing the computer monitor’s display she turned towards me and ordered that I “stand over there”. She then picked up the phone and informed the assistant manager that someone wanted to see them – it gets very irritating when you’re dealing with an arrogant arsehole who can’t see a thing and who hasn’t a fucking clue as to what they’re doing.

It was very obvious that this receptionist was special-needs (fucking completely mentally dysfunctional). I have nothing against special-needs people and believe they should be given appropriate jobs, and all the help they need to lead fulfilled lives. But at the same time I wouldn’t like to be at 10,000ft in an aircraft and discover that the pilot is completely mad. And this lady was, quite clearly, insane and not able to fulfil the role of receptionist; the management who put her in that position didn’t give a fuck about her, SOLAS/FAS or the people who use the facility.

Obviously staff in this place, such as teachers and instructors, have availed of Ireland’s educational grade-inflation system – judging by Mr. Kennedy and the multimedia room lady some Irish grades are upped by enormous percentages.

So whenever you encounter a stupid looking Irish arsehole with an arrogant sneer remember that he or she may have a certificate from an Irish Educational Institute like SOLAS – Ireland's grade-inflation system leads morons to believe themselves to be geniuses, and being morons they thus become very arrogant. ______________________________________ 1To use this word in association with the inbred backward cunts in Cork makes me cringe.

2The German, Dutch, UK and French taxpayers ultimately foot the bill for Oirish monetary wastage.

3It’s recognised that the Republic of Ireland has one of the highest insanity rates per capita in the World. Inbreeding exacerbates this problem, and most of the loonies seem to be gathered in the south-west or western part of the Island.

4It’s quite common to hear or have grunts directed at you in Cork city. They’ll even grunt at strangers along the streets; a majority of these people view strangers as trespassers which indicates their un-evolved hick-type mentality. These inbred Picts are, in most cases, too stupid to verbalise themselves and utilising the grunt is the only way they can release their pent-up mongrelism. For others it’s an act of cowardice: if they grunt at a stranger and get challenged they use the defence of having said nothing specific – just what you’d expect from mentally retarded arseholes.