Cork College of Commerce & An Garda Síochána, Cork, Ireland.

Don’t come down here to Cork and complain about our lovely people, or else

Members of An Garda Síochána are willing to
do the dirty work for the most fatuous of people.

A small number of people sometimes question the reputation the Oirish have for dumbness. They believe that this reputation is founded on there being a misunderstood cultural difference between the Irish and mainstream European. These are basically thinking that the Pict Oirish are mistakenly thought of as dumb because of their different, or somewhat unevolved, culture and general slowness; that the Irish have good traits that haven’t yet been realised.

I’ve spoken to a small number of people who’ve experienced living in the Cork area and they related1, in regards their initial decisions to move there, how they were aware of the Irish distinction of boorishness but thought it resulted from a general ignorance about Ireland’s culture. They told of how they were expecting a somewhat slow but not overly pernicious people and society. Irishness was viewed by them as being: trains and buses always running late; frequent displays of drunkenness; less than adequate levels of hygiene; badly potholed roads; high levels of rudeness, etc. It’d be strange and different, they thought, but tolerable, at least, for a few years.    

Some of the scumbags in Cork will
absolutely shock you.

Having lived there a short while they changed their opinions dramatically. Underwent a complete reversal, due to the seriously debauched conduct and attitude of the natives. They found out that not only will the trains and buses run late, but that also, on occasion, they will leave the terminal ten- or twenty-minutes ahead of schedule2. That the station staff, conductors, ticket sellers, receptionists and catering personnel had the manners of hungover wild pigs. And that the drunken Paddies don’t just drink at the weekends, they drink hard every night, which makes for levels of hygiene and rudeness that’d give hyenas nausea.

Basically, what these sojourners found in south-west Ireland is that the clock, almost literally, runs backwards. The Pict Oirish always showed themselves to be extremely dumb, irrational and aggressive. That they simply didn’t have the required intelligence levels to run their society, or any organisations or businesses within it, to a First World norm quickly became apparent.

The Pict Oirish man or woman really loves to throw their weight around.

There were also other Oirish traits they hadn’t beforehand heard rumours about: the unworldly ignorance and aggression of business people and staff; the almost national custom of short-changing whenever a purchase was made; the quite clear insanity of some bus and taxi drivers; the scarey and very obvious unintelligence of police officers3; and the high rates of mental retardedness and lunacy among the general population.

These ephemeral citizens of Cork were very glad when their tenure there ended, glad to see the end of 24/7 slackjawed Cork backwardness. Two I spoke to broke contracts and quit well paid jobs, with foreign owned medical companies, to escape the Cork and Kerry native’s pernicious mongrelism – Dell Computers left Limerick because they couldn’t source normal staff there.

What they told me ties-in well with the utter crap I, myself, experienced in Cork. These people go to unbelievable lengths to prove themselves deserving of a reputation for dumbness and backwardness. It’s as if they’re proud of being stupid and do all in their power to demonstrate it.

This is Ian Spillane showing
his true persona.

A short while ago I enrolled in Cork College of Commerce to do a short course and the carry-on of the blatant imbeciles I encountered there couldn’t be fully described in writing or by word of mouth. You’d have to experience these arseholes for yourself to fully understand their absurdness.

Elaine Looney and Ian Spillane, two teachers in this college, were the worst of what I can only describe as a coterie of inane moronic Oirish jerks. In a previous post I’ve described how I made complaint to the college principal about Ms Looney and Mr Spillane but what I didn’t describe was how two Gardai called to my home – in the days after I’d made the complaint – and threatened me, with the clear intention of coercing me into withdrawing it.

And here is Spillane in
toadying mode.

It appears that when Ms Looney and Mr Spillane realised a complaint had been made about them they set two of their cronies in the Irish Garda Síochána (Irish police) on me. It was very similar – right down to the exceptional fatuity of the Gardai involved – to what occurred when I made a complaint about a disgusting Cork pharmacy manager, Pamela O’Sullivan.

The two Gardai (male and female) who called to do Elaine Looney’s and Ian Spillane’s dog-work were, to say the least, fatuous pricks. Unbelievably, they didn’t even bother creating a fictional accusation-of-crime as an excuse for visiting me. The were simply going to make-it-up as they went along; when they saw that I was somewhat articulate and wouldn’t be cowed easily they launched into ad hoc allegations that I had harassed Looney on Twitter. The two of them were so thick that after a bit of verbal toing and froing they slipped up; the medium I was supposed to have used changed to Facebook.

An Garda Síochána have some
attack rabbits on the force.

The female – very unusually for a backward Cork bitch – started to get embarrassed while the male, frustrated at being belittled in front of the female, stretched himself upwards and made one last attempt to cower me by raising his voice . It was a bit like having a jack rabbit sizing-up to bite your leg; you simply wouldn’t take him seriously.

I, in return, also raised my voice and told them to: “fuck off you morons”. This compelled the female Garda to head down the garden path but the male, abject that his alpha male personage had been denigrated, made one last burst at dominance. He, in his best Gestapo-type tone, asked me: “what was that you said?”. I replied by stepping out through the door and repeating “fuck off you morons” so as everyone within 50 metres probably heard it. And this time they did fuck off – and most likely went and took out their frustrations, as they do in Cork, by bullying and searching primary school children.

Principal of CCoC, Helen Ryan.

The two teachers, Ian Spillane and Elaine Looney, whom the Garda were doing the bullying on behalf of are the epitome of Irish backwardness – the type of people who emphasize Ireland’s eternal reputation for extreme stupidity.

Elaine Looney4 is not just dumb, aggressive and backward, she’s actually suffers from a mental impairment. Every square centimeter of her body shouts the fact that she’s special needs. She’s completely and utterly unfit for teaching; anything that doesn’t involve a mop and bucket is way out of her league.

An Garda Síochána would attempt to arrest a
person for complaining about a
teacher or pharmacist.  

Ms Looney would insult and abuse class members mainly because she’s a sink-estate type bully but she’d also achieve the added bonus of lightening her workload5. Cork natives are not just generally dumb but also cowardly; this mixture of dumbness and cowardliness obliges them to not stand up for themselves.

The result is that parents are paying fees to enrol their sprogs on courses in this college; the sprogs are getting abused by the likes of Looney and going truant – a very high number of students fail to turn up for classes in this college. Eventually these truants will be unregistered from the courses and the fees forfeited.

This is all a win-win for scumbags like Looney and Spillane; the have smaller classes and less to do – not that the pair of fucking Oirish idiots do much anyway.

Ian Spillane is more than socially inadequate: This link shows a series of posts this guy made on Twitter. Without doubt these comments show him to be much more than just a freak, that he’s actually dangerous. And this link shows a recent series of comments made recently by him on a blog: These are lists that shows him to have sociability issues and mental dysfunctionality.

The sad thing about Ireland is that these two emotionally and cerebrally stunted human beings could find people after their own hearts, and willing to do their dog-work, in the Irish police force. ________________________ 1Some of these were head-hunted by foreign companies who are in this area because of the low Irish corporation tax. These companies find it extremely difficult – because of the backwardness of the inbred locals and the fatuous educational system – to find capable local employees.

2If you want to catch the 08:00 train from Cork you’ll have to be at the station for 07:30. Being there a 07:50 could well be too late, Paddy might have left early. But, more often than not, you’ll might have to wait until about 08:40. It’s just one of the downsides of living amidst penurious backward morons.

3I’ve myself seen an Irish police officer, a twenty-something female, in Cork city on a bright summer’s day screaming at a man who had unethically parked his car – and I mean screaming; it was loud and piercing like you’d hear from a drunken fishwife or a very upset banshee. The street was busy, hundreds of people in the immediate vicinity, but the shameless bitch didn’t give a damn – not only was she coarse but probably thick as a plank as well.

4Over the years I’ve often heard it said in Ireland that it’s not “what you know that’s important, it’s who you know”. What I’ve come to realise, though, is that this isn’t actually a truism, rather, it’s an attempt to excuse the extreme backwardness that Ireland is saturated in. It’s a way of ameliorating the high number of extremely inadequate personnel that will be encountered regularly in Irish state bodies and in businesses generally. It makes it a little less bad if you say these halfwits got their jobs because they had political pull or knew a person in the right place. The truth of Ireland, though, is that the unqualified don’t need to have any pull or special patronage: witless jerks like Elaine Looney and paederastic leaning scumbags like Ian Spillane can get hired solely on their own merits. The unqualified and moronic are at the top in Ireland; and they’ll tug their own backward types up after them.

5This act is also commonplace in pubs and restaurants in south-west and western Ireland. I’ve seen it on many occasions where bar-staff reckoned five- or six-people were enough to have in the pub; any newcomers, unless they were very regular customers, would be refused and given an inane excuse, such as: we’re having a private party today. Dumbness is the main motivator for this type of unique Oirish stupidity but it also has a psychological element: 1. The perpetrators have giant egos and resent their subservient roles. 2. They get a kick, or high, because they view it as getting-one-over on their employers; they also enjoy having the authority to refuse people – if you walk into a bar on an afternoon and, for no perceivable reason, get refused service you’ll be obviously annoyed, and they low-end Irish will just love to see that, it makes them feel powerful.