Ulster Bank, 19 Mardyke Street, Athlone, Co Westmeath, Ireland

The Teller Looked Atrocious, Built Like a Male Orangutan, a Viciously Ugly Bitch

You have to be a snarling imbecile to

work here.

I’ve been in this branch of Ulster Bank about 7- or 8-times over ten years and on every occasion I’ve been confronted by ignoramuses.

The cretins and buffoons that seem to make up most of the staff1 here didn’t take the normal evolutionary trajectory, i.e. their coarseness and aggression got progressively worse as time went on rather than improve.

My first encounter was with what I can only call a hermaphrodite; to figure if this biped life-form was male or female was impossible. To err on the side of caution you’d be inclined to guess female but I’ve no doubt she’d also be packing a pair of testicles.

She looked atrocious; built like a male prize-fighter, a viciously ugly bitch with a fine moustache and patches of black stubble around her chin. And her manners and temperament matched; she certainly wasn’t designed to imbue anyone with an appreciation of a creator’s capabilities.

As is commonplace in provincial Ireland she (or it) hadn’t the ability to deal with people with even the most basic civility. She’d be more likely to take a swing at you rather than answer a simple enquiry. A snarling spitting imbecilic piece-of-shit who wouldn’t be able, even if she tried, to conduct herself with any kind of decorum.

Truck dealer had his business bandied all over

the country.

A person who’ll never know exactly what it is, let alone ever figure out where its sexual orientation lies. And this is probably what’s at the root of her madness, a frustration, an inner turmoil that she projects onto others. 

How Ulster Bank could charge a psychologically impaired ranting bitch like her to deal with customers is beyond me.

I pray this scumbag never had children because even if they somehow avoided being a chip-of-the-old-block they’d be driven to dementedness by her foul and abnormal psychology. And subsequently they’d drag Ireland further into the muck than it already is.  

Apart from the atrocious looks this was the type of aggressive inbred moron that I encountered on each subsequent visit. Ulster Bank’s default setting when it comes to hiring staff in the Irish Republic seems to be skewed towards ignoramuses.

The last shit-brained Ulster Bank teller I had the displeasure of meeting in Athlone was about 19- or 20-years-old. To imply this piece-of-crap was shit-brained actually compliments her. A typical western Irish two-bit female with a psychological impairment who viewed working in a bank as endowing God-like status.

The memorable thing about this Pict inbred dopey bastard is that she was a close relation of either the Branch’s Assistant-manager or Manager.  

Does this type of ignoramus bastard who’s ubiquitous in Ulster Bank branches across Ireland have any ill-effects other than pissing-off and losing customers?

Yes is the answer: They don’t stop at insulting customers and have much more pernicious effects; these sociopathic inbred bastards are capable of much more than just acting like hyenas. The God-like status I have already mentioned really becomes exaggerated when they realise how much information they have access too.

Ms Rabid Eyes looks like what you

might find in an Irish bank.

They know the financial successes and predicaments of large numbers of people in their communities. And like your average uneducable sociopath – an ignorant cunt who’s devoid of conscience – these Irish inbreeds will gossip unrestrainedly about the why’s and how’s of individual’s financial lives.

A perfect example concerned a truck dealer in Athlone. This man had an agency for a European truck marque and ran his business from an industrial estate on the outskirts of Athlone town.

At one time this seller of Italian trucks undertook an extensive renovation of his yard and premises which was surprising, at the time, because he wasn’t selling many trucks and hadn’t been for quite a while.

One of the upgrades he completed was the asphalting of his entire yard. This raised eyebrows in the local trucking community; heads were scratched and suggestions that he had gotten the job done on the cheap or through connivances abounded.

An asphalt job gave a bank

teller something to talk about.

What he paid to have the asphalting done was soon circulating; local mouths were busy shouting about the £15,000 Irish pounds he paid to have his yard tarmacked. It was an enormous sum for a truck dealer in rural Ireland to spend at the time; particular when business was quiet and a gravelled yard being more than sufficient.

What it had cost him was revealed by an Irish bank employee, a run-of-the-mill bank clerk, who would have felt an immense importance whenever she informed someone2 of the truck dealer’s private financial affairs.

No money would probably have been received for this information; the sheer importance she felt in spreading it around would have been enough. The gossipy Irish would have spread it like wildfire not having the nous to realise it might be themselves that’s being discussed (and laughed at) by all and sundry the next time. And there’s also to be found a likewise couldn’t-give-a-shit attitude in Irish pharmacies where everyone in the locality will not only know if their neighbours are on medication but what their illness is.

It would, no doubt, have been advantageous to the truck dealer’s competition; if business people could attain information with such ease in other parts of the world it would make for a very fucked-up capitalism.

It’s doubtful if there’s any people left on the planet who haven’t heard about Ireland’s reputation for stupidity. What should be known, though, is that it’s much more than simple stupidity, it’s a pernicious, sociopathic backwardness that tramples on the rudimentary principles of human rights.

I firmly believe that the Republic of Ireland has gone beyond the tipping point in regards consanguinity and backwardness. ______________________________________________ 1You might believe that there’s a special college in the Republic of Ireland where they specialise in coarseness, arrogance and aggression from whence Ulster Bank sources it employees.

2This ignoramus Irish bank employee would make a beeline for anyone she viewed as having class and they both would tut-tut about the foolishness of this man wasting such a sum of money. What catches in the craw about these fucking Paddies is that they’re as coarse and ignorant as wild boar’s arses, but have an arrogance that would knock you out.