McNally Campbell Solicitors, 42 Pope’s Quay, Cork city, Ireland & the Defamation Act 2009.

Yeah begorrah, the Defamation Act of 2009 can be used to get critical REVIEWS removed

McNally Campbell lament the halcyon days when acts of backwardness and wankerisms wouldn’t be reported by native publications like the Irish Examiner and Evening Echo. The downside to their cover-ups, though, led to innocent people making the dreadful mistake of trying to live in south-west Ireland. Believe me when I say: you’d be better off going to the Democratic Republic of Congo and setting up home with a troop of bonobos than attempting to live with the morons in Cork or south-west Ireland.

McNally Campbell Solicitors – being seemingly upset at my REVIEW – are taking all sorts of actions in order to get it removed – for purely reference purposes I’ve included said review below in blue. According to them there’s something in a 2009 Defamation Act that denotes my review as being “utterly false” and which tells them that it “could adversely affect [their business] and it’s (sic)1 employees.”

This is what needs to be done
to the many morons in Cork.

Another quote from their objection: “This post comes up on the first page of searches when you google ‘McNally Campbell’ ….” That it comes top of the SERPs (search engine result pages) is testament to the extremely high volume of hits this blog receives, and the large number of people who avail themselves of the information and advice I offer (note the word “offer” ... millions died defeating the Nazis just so we in Europe could be free and have free-speech).  

Thanks to the internet and search engines the backward cunts in south-west Ireland (and others like them) can’t depend on the local media to keep their insane stupidity covered up anymore – three cheers for search engines who are, indirectly, saving scores of people the traumatic experience of visiting or living in south-west Ireland.   

What really annoys the denizens of Cork, though, is that they truly view themselves as being an elite. Live here awhile and you’ll be amazed at the enormously high levels of arrogance that these unintelligent and uneducated pricks display. There’s a freakiness in their very nature which enables them to blot out the endless acts of inanity that they’ve partook in: these cunts could dump a shit right in front of you, and, while it sit’s there steaming right behind them, deny, without ever blinking an eye, having done it. In fact they’d actually have the neck to accuse you of having done the dumping.

Do the Irish have a well
earned reputation for inanity?

The laughable aspect of my REVIEW and McNally Campbell’s objections is that the male receptionist I encountered on my visit there wasn’t just ignorant and aggressive, he was mentally deranged. I kid-you-not, this idiot viewed me as being not good-enough for “his” provincial Irish company of solicitors; I’m not exaggerating when I say that this witless provincial moron was only interested in dealing with besuited and cravated aristocratic-type people – he was/is a complete witless imbecile.

As if wasting my time with this backward idiot and the incompetent fools who hired him was not enough, just 5-minute’s walk away was Barry Turnbull & Company Solicitors. And what was manning his reception? Another aggressive and insulting moron who’d not only abuse you but be capable of urinating on you for good measure.

What they haven’t yet learnt in Cork is that it’s not critical posts on this, or any other, blog that’s doing their businesses harm. They need to open their eyes and ears and realise they have a historical and well earned reputation for stupidity that transcends the globe.

For instance: From about 2004 until 2007 large numbers of east-Europeans took the trek to Ireland in order to profit from the insane building spree that had been undertaken. Shortly afterwards signs, stating NO DOGS/NO IRISH wanted here, started to appear in eastern-European shop windows – see how the Aussies do it. You see, like me in Cork, everywhere in Ireland the Slavic people went they found they had to work and deal with halfwitted, thieving and aggressive morons – the signs were a form of closure and revenge, to tide the Slavic people over until they could get out of Ireland.

Signs that Irish stupidity caused
to be erected in eastern-Europe.

And by far the worst morons are to be found around Galway in the west and Cork in the south-west: in these places you’ll find that the mentally unhinged bastards – like the receptionist in McNally Campbells – that you’ll constantly encounter actually believe themselves to be on a par intelligence wise with the likes of Einstein. Nauseating pricks who’ll even approach strangers on the streets and attempt to ridicule and insult them. Moronic fucks who’ll close, through sheer stupidity, a business in a matter of months.

Instead of attempting to get critical reviews removed McNally Campbell should be trying to bring under control the ubiquitous and alarming stupidity and insanity that saturates south-west Ireland. At least attempt instilling some manners in the backward loony bastards.

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1What atrocious grammar! They probably got one of their slobbering, slackjawed and insane employees (such as the loony inbred bastard I encountered there) to write this protestation. It’s laughable to see them rail against my relation of their stupidity by submitting a paragraph that contains enough inanity to shame an 8-year-old child. (Yeah, I know, on this blog you’ll also find some iffy grammar but I’m an amateur, these cunts are supposed to be of the professional class.)

A solicitor's receptionist who most likely needs electric shock treatment

If you want to experience a real Cork

arsehole then you need only visit a solicitor's office, such as

McNally Campbell above.

There’s certain places where, no matter how dysfunctional the society, you expect a little decorum and etiquette – a museum, library, hospital, GP’s surgery, solicitor’s office and so forth.

Having experienced atrocious behaviour in four of the five mentioned above I truly believed that I’d seen it all regarding coarseness, aggression and moronism in this particular city – I foolishly thought that it couldn’t possibly get any fucking worse. And was I wrong... oh so fucking wrong.

I needed a solicitor to send a letter and choose McNally Campbell Solicitors because I’d often seen the receptionist, who’s a pleasant looking woman, refreshing herself just outside the office door.

It’s unusual in this city to see or meet a native who’s un-aggressive and mannerly and I put this receptionist’s respectability down to being employed by a solicitor.

Ah, I thought, at least the legal profession in Cork city employ people with a little common sense – and fuck me, did this outfit prove me egregiously wrong.

I went here on a Monday morning with nothing on my mind except to make an appointment and get a legal letter sent to a local moron called Darragh Wiseman. What I wanted done was just run-of-the-mill; to get a letter sent to an annoying moron in hope of getting him to desist from threatening behaviour.

There was I already having a problem with a Cork arsehole, and then what do I encounter manning this solicitor's reception? Not the pleasant female I’d often seen standing just outside the door.

The moronic receptionists reacted
like this dog when he saw it wasn’t
a top-hatted aristocrat that had entered.

Instead seated at reception was a twenty-something arsehole of unbelievable quantity: a nutter who’d be more at home traipsing around the lawn of a mental-home; an imbecilic grade-inflated half-wit who in any civilised country would be destined to sweep the streets.

He decided that I, and what I wanted done, wasn’t good enough for his firm of provincial Irish solicitors – he’d have been expecting prospective clients to be wearing top hats and tails and to have their valet accompany them.

When I requested an appointment to see a solicitor he reacted with a slack-jawed sarcasm that only a madman† would be capable of. He carried on as if a wet rat had just walked in and sat in the middle of the floor.

This piece-of-shit wanted to know why I needed to see a solicitor; he arrogantly wanted all the details of why I wanted legal assistance. I told him basically that it was none of his business, that I wasn't going to discuss my private affairs with him. He got miffed at this and told me sardonically in regards my requested appointment: ‘we’ll call you’.

There was no way I was going to have anything to do with a solicitor who was backward enough to employ a fucking idiot like this fellow – in Cork you always think you've seen it all regards backwardness and stupidity, but they'll always surprise you and go one better. I gave it a week and then, the following Monday, returned in person with a letter outlining this arsehole's conduct.

When I entered this fucking moron got excited and tried to cower me with aggression. The fucking inbred bastard actually attempted to threaten me, telling me that: "you'll hear from me". I reacted to these threats very robustly which caused a young female who had been close by to flee into the premises' rear. The head solicitor was very probably close by and, more than likely, heard everything, but might have been too cowardly to come forward and rein in her imbecile.

A few weeks later I saw that this firm of solicitors had an advertisement in the window of Solas (an Irish training and employment agency). They were seeking a recently qualified solicitor and I found it very amusing to see that they had added a caveat which stipulated: "applicant must be able to deal with people".

This is similar to the owners of a swimming pool advertising for a life-guard, and stipulating on the advertisement that applicants must be able to swim – in Cork the managers of swimming pools might well have to do this.

____________________ †This moron in McNally Campbell solicitors was actually insane. That he could be employed by a solicitor and planted on reception means that his employer has serious social issues: five minutes spent speaking to this chap would clearly show that he was mentally fucked-up and not fit for any position where he’d be dealing with people – it’s well known that compared to other countries the Republic of Ireland has an unusually high rate of insanity.

And it’s the prevalence of madness in this part of Ireland that leads to mentally-abnormal morons getting unsuitable employment. Imbeciles (like above) can find employment in solicitors’ offices, pharmacies, doctor's surgeries and other unlikely places.

This reflects on Cork society as a whole; if you were to live here for a few months you’d soon discover that they have different criteria for judging mental-defectiveness and insanity. Basically what you’ll find is that outright dribbling-at-the-mouth lunatics are regarded as normal.

It’s hard to analyse if it’s a communal denial or whether the sheer number of nutters they produce have imbued them with an acceptance of madness. I think it's only a matter of time before the United Nations or some other agency has to go in and do something with them.