Schuh, 122 Patrick St, Cork City, Ireland

“Oh look, he might steal some shoes” shouted she as he walked through the door

Schuh outlet in Patrick St, Cork. It’s 50/50 whether you’ll meet civility or an inbred arsehole.

Cork City is a place where you’ll be, regardless of what precautions you take, stunned beyond measure by stupidity on an almost continual basis.

Any outsider who attempts living there will quickly learn that the vast majority of native owned businesses, whether restaurants, clothes, electrical, footwear, or pubs, should be avoided. That's because the typical Cork business owner is an uncouth, aggressive and insulting moron with a sociability that can best be described as sociopathic; and when hiring employees he or she will always go for their own kind.

They don’t have the cerebral capacity to be bothered about return custom; this will be made clear by their sudden Dr Jekyll/Mr Hyde transformation the second they have made a sale. Immediately upon receiving payment the inbred Neanderthal bubbles to the surface, the receipt and any change due is threw in your direction, and the salesperson will revert to their default ignoramus persona.

Outsiders who try living here soon tire of this provincial backward bullshit and limit their shopping to foreign owned retailers. The downside to this is that these foreign owned stores still have to employ native shop assistants and clerical workers. And the inbred cunts who are being birthed in south-west Ireland are inherently stupid, coarse, and aggressive; it’s impossible to keep them under control or to entice them to act with any manners, sanity or civility.

This guy represents the
typical sprog in Cork.

Schuh, the footwear retailer who has an outlet on Patrick St, is one of those foreign owned businesses in Cork where the snarling, inbred, and imbecilic natives can be witnessed in all their glory. On my first visit I was tailed around the store’s shoe racks by a slack-jawed moron wearing a name badge. He was cross-eyed and very obviously mentally afflicted, and made a somewhat amusing spectacle as he followed me around with his chest puffed-out.

Every time I picked up a shoe for a better look he was there staring at me and I eventually asked him if he was afraid I’d swallow a boot. He responded by getting visibly aggressive and stuttering something indecipherable. Due to the inbred bastard being unable to speak normally I assumed that Schuh wouldn’t have given him employment – although in inbred Cork, with its vast majority of imbeciles, it’s possible they might have no choice but hire mongrels like him.

I approached the least moronic looking female staff member I could see and asked if she could direct me to the manager. The inbred bitch answered, with typical Cork coarseness, by acerbically informing me that she was the manager. She'd have told me this regardless of if being true not; the backward pricks that's being bred in this part of Ireland have no compunction in telling blatantly obvious lies.

The only running you’ll do in this Schuh outlet is away from it.

Nonetheless I enquired if she had seen how the swivel-eyed loon had been tailing me around the shop, and if she had an opinion on his conduct. She answered this with an idiotic laugh (a loud haw, haw, haw) which made her sound like a jackass with a sore throat – the inbred cunt’s face even looked like that of an ass as well.

I then enquired if he actually worked for Schuh or if he was just some nut who had wandered in off the street, grabbed a name badge, and proceeded to throw his weight around. This seemingly agitated the inbred Irish bitch; her red and purple peasants face bloated out while she spat at me truculently “have you got a problem”? I answered this by informing her, “not as many as you have, you inbred whore’s bastard”, and then left.

On a Saturday afternoon a few months later I again wandered into this shoe shop to have a browse. And true to (inbred Irish) form the moronism was still being wilfully batted about. I had hardly got inside the door when a slack-jawed female in her late teens shouted to an older employee:1 “oh look, that fellow might steal something”. This kind of reaction is what an outsider will be subjected to 24/7 in Cork and is very similar to the xenophobia that the stereotypical inbred mountain hicks display when a stranger comes into their area.

The shop was busy so I edged nearer in order to make sure it was me she was marking out as a thief; and as I drew close a colleague ordered her to shut up. I took a good look at the female who’d been doing the shouting and what a pitiful sight she made. She had on a Schuh name badge but it was blatantly obvious that she had severe mental health issues that veered towards bullying and aggression – albeit in Cork she wouldn't be viewed as having mental health problems because they produce so many like her they've come to regard slobbering loons as normal.

Her mouth and chin was saturated with spit and dribble as a result of her yelling; I’d reckon that if this imbecilic bitch was left alone in a house with a box of matches she'd have the place burned down within minutes. I realised then that it was highly improbable that Schuh had this mentally disturbed piece-of-shit on their payroll, or the other moron who had followed me around a few weeks previously.

It soon transpired what was going on in this Schuh outlet:

This video is a very good example of the south-west Ireland mindset. It displays the personalities that are predominant in Cork city, their innate hunger to be aggressive and abusive, and to dominate others. Their freakiness stems from the fact they’re physically and mentally inferior; and aggression and abuse is the only way they know how to deal with the resentment that deformity and ignorance instills. How freaky are they, you might ask: they’re freaky enough to have eaten raw the cadavers of family and neighbours during a famine in 1876/77.

The staff, with full knowledge of the local manager, were bringing in their retarded offspring, cousins and slack-jawed neighbours2 and giving them the run of Schuh’s premises. They’d give these useless inbred mongrels other people’s name badges and then let them run around this shoe store insulting and abusing customers and causing general nuisance.

The staff who were at this believed there to be a number of advantages in letting their imbecilic and pestilent sprogs run loose in this footwear company's premises. Amongst these returns: they assumed their inbred sprogs were getting free training and work experience, and it would also have been viewed as being a good day out for their little darlings (much cheaper than a trip to the cinema or zoo or hiring child minders).

The main advantage to the Cork adults, though, would have been the sheer pleasure they'd have gotten from watching their retarded offspring and cousins abusing others. The general mentality in south-west Ireland is fucked-up and abnormal, they're basically a race of morons (see video clip above). They seemingly know this subconsciously but are loath to admit it openly and are constantly battling against the evidence that their deranged offspring throw daily in their faces.

So when they see their sanity-challenged sprogs abusing and belittling customers in a place like Schuh it proves them as being better than those who are being abused. And the more they get away with it the better it makes them. It's the same mentality that gives the Irish the well earned reputation of being violent drunks always ready to fight. They're like this because they can't prove themselves to be adequate by using their mental facilities (they don't have any) so they try to do so by using their fists and abusive language.

Schuh’s UK management got an email regarding this atrocious bullshit in Cork city and I assume they took action to remedy it. I base this assumption on the fact I entered this shoe shop a few weeks later and was approached by a slack-jawed employee who tried very hard, in her moronic way, to be obsequious. It's just another of their many nauseating aspects, first they'll try to bully and abuse you and when they realise it won't be taken from them, they'll sicken you by trying to suck-up – basically they're disgusting freaks.

The problem, though, is that Cork inbred mongrels don't have a long memory; very soon Schuh's reprimands will wear off and they’ll be back at the same stupidity within weeks.

__________________________________________ 1Both were wearing name badges as if to indicate they were employees of Schuh.

2The levels of insanity in south-west Ireland is beyond belief. In Cork the ratio of mental-retards that’s being bred in relation to normal offspring is off all scales. There’s such a preponderance of mentally dysfunctional (special-needs) sprogs being born here that a lot of the locals genuinely regard these very badly unhinged morons as normal. And I mean unhinged here to the extent of both eyes looking in different directions, a spit covered chin that hangs down around the navel, an imbecilic mongrel who’d be likely to miss a door and walk straight into the wall, a moronic cunt who’ll go out of their way to insult and harass others – the parents seemingly get a third-party high when they see their half-witted offspring being successful at their bullying ventures.