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