Thursday, 5 November 2015

Eoin English, Irish Examiner & Cork Institute of Technology, Cork city, Ireland.

This might be one of Eoin English’s better tweets. But considering the inanity of others this is not saying a lot in his favour.  

Eoin English: It’s to be wondered if this prick will now delete his fatuous tweets or if he has the neck to leave them in situ?
Cork city journalist, Eoin English, reveals that Cork Institute of Technology (CIT) have a plan for Cork’s “famous” Butter Exchange Building – if a Corkonian knows where No 3 Washington St is they’ll believe that everyone else also has this knowledge, and therefore assume it’s famous.
When these guys talk about a “plan” it’s best to be very wary because they’re a type of people who can’t wipe their own butts without getting excrement all over themselves.
Their plans usually consist of something that’s completely out of this world and inane to the point of insanity. Jack Lynch, a Cork man and an ex-Irish Prime Minister, once had a plan: he and his cronies had drawn up a very uncomplicated plot to invade the United Kingdom. It was uncomplicated in so far as they weren’t going to bother with strike aircraft, missiles or tanks (they didn’t have any); instead they were going to transport the troops across the border in clapped-out ex-London busses and armed with late Nineteenth century .303 rifles.  
I-kid-you-not, Jack Lynch, leading a country that was as penniless as a beggar’s dog, with the backing of many of his cronies, had seriously considered launching a military assault against the UK. This would have been worse than Iceland (the British supermarket chain, not the country) invading the United States.
English makes a very unimaginative utterance on his Twitter profile. Though he lives up to them: he assuredly puts words together
differently. By the way, there are about 1,025,109 words in the English language.
So when Eoin English announces that Cork has a “plan” for a dilapidated building that their former colonial masters erected early in the Eighteenth century one can only smile inwardly and hazard a guess as to what kind of mess their plan will result in. Will they attempt extend it into a highrise tower and let it stand there vacant for the next fifty years? Or perhaps they’ll place a very large platform on top and attempt use it as a city centre accessible extra runway for Cork airport? These suggestions mightn’t be as far-fetched as you’d think, because anythings possible with these genetically dysfunctional Irish loons.
It’s all very funny until you get to the last six words in Mr English’s tweet: “the fight begins now for funding”. Well, the slackjawed Irish developers won’t be funding it because they all went broke circa 2007. International investors are also out; you might as well ask them to Borneo to fund a space programme that’s been managed by lobotomised asylum inmates. For Cork to borrow money from an Irish bank is also a no no; Germans, in line with the 2007/8 bailout agreement, now call the shots in the Irish financial sector and no more money is being thrown at swivel-eyed loons to do with (read waste) as they please.
Which leaves the Irish government being the only possible source of funds. And this is where it gets interesting as the Irish state has been shamelessly lapping it up from the IMF and the European Central Bank since 2007. So, disregarding how the Cork halfwits will ruin the historic building that the English erected in 1710, the Irish government will probably throw as much money as is needed at Cork’s fatuous plan.
A typical Paddy.
Native Irish employees and civil servants were very upset when German personnel started managing their Dept of Finance. Word on the grapevine was that the natives found the Germans to be arrogant and short-tempered; given to acerbically talking down to their Irish underlings. The truth is that while the Germans did probably display arrogance and vitriolic verbosity to their Irish charges it wasn’t because they are racially bad-tempered or arrogant; it was more to do with their inability to suffer fools gladly.
Niamh Traynor and Níamh O' Donovan tweet in support of a united Ireland. It’s hard to believe both are stupid enough to want Northern Ireland to leave the security of the United Kingdom and the prosperity of Queen Elizabeth II and place itself under the jackboot of Deutschland. Obviously these two are stupid and of Pictish provenance.
As I’ve already said: the Irish don’t like being under the German yoke, it’s a bit of a piss-off to have fought so hard against the English only to now be under the thumb of Berlin. Thus, the Irish financial sector’s annoyance at its German overloads will very probably benefit the Cork gombeens pursuit of a grandiose building extravagance. They’ll hand the money over just to spite the Germans, and Brussels for insisting on their overlordship.       
The upshot and irony is that while German personnel are doing their best to bring propriety to the Irish economy and end Ireland’s alcoholic-esque dependence on handouts the gombeens in Cork are still in a position to get and waste German taxpayer’s money.
If an eight-year-old made a claim as fatuous as this the parents would probably be consulting a psychologist and complainng about their school.
Above tweet from Eoin English is a very good example of the sheer idiocy to be found in Ireland and in particular Cork. Mr English is a journalist with the Irish Examiner which is the dominant provincial newspaper in south-west Ireland. As you can see from his tweet he claims that the Mayor of Shanghai, Yang Xiong, in his professional capacity as Shanghai’s first citizen, does not meet anyone but “heads of state”.
Cork Lord Mayor, Chris O'Leary.
According to Eoin, if Donald Trump pitched up in Shanghai with a multi-billion dollar proposal the Mayor, Yang Xiong, would refuse to meet with him. And anyone else, be they oil rich sheiks or enormously wealthy Russian oligarchs, wouldn’t get a look in with the Mayor of Shanghai – tell that to a donkey and he’d kick you. They’d have to settle with discussing their business plans with a civil servant.
But this man, who is supposedly one of the more intelligent denizens in south-west Ireland, would have you believe that Yang Xiong dropped all his Mayoral conventions when Cork Lord Mayor, Chris O'Leary, showed up with his Pictish red face and barely an arse in his trousers.
Again in this tweet Eoin English shows himself to be a complete halfwitted prick. You’ll find that a lot of Cork natives fantasise this type of shit until such point as they believe it to be reality. I believe that if communities could be sectioned under the Mental Health Act, as insane individuals can, Cork and  south-west Ireland would be put under a Control Order – perhaps some affiliate of the UN being sent in to manage them.
Pat Ledwidge getting his “award”.
He’ll most likely spend the next
six months strutting around Cork
with it stuck to his forehead.
Here’s another tweet from this arsehole where he informs of Shanghai presenting a Cork city employee with an award. He claims that it’s “v[ery] unusual for a non Shanghai native to receive the award”. In fact, the award he talks about, Silver Magnolia, is reserved by the civil authorities in Shanghai solely for presentation to non-natives. On top of that, on September 17 Shanghai dished out 53 of these awards to various foreigners at the Xijiao State Guest Hotel – little more than a sop, the way you’d give a kid a pat on the head.
As you can see, Eoin English is a complete and utter arsehole. He couldn’t just tweet the facts to his followers without a large addendum of uniquely Oirish bullshit and blatant lies. A shamelessly childish attempt to boast about and exaggerate the importance of a few Irish pricks who erroneously believe they’ll have as much success begging from China as they do from Brussels.
If your 8-year-old daughter or son made such fantastical and easily proven false claims as Mr English does you’d be very concerned about them. If they didn’t desist from making them after they had been warned you’d be taking them to see a child psychologist. And this says a lot about the idiotic Eoin English: it’s not a run-of-the-mill psychiatrist he needs to see, it’s one who is acquainted with the malfunction of the prepubescent brain.
Mr English’s puerile fatuity doesn’t say very much for his employers in the Irish Examiner or the type of Oirish ingrate that buys and attempts to read that inane rag. But, nevertheless, Mr English is held in high esteem by his community in south-west Ireland and this says a lot for the eternal reputation this area has for chronic stupidity and backwardness.
He also says much for the veracity of my blogs and my relation of the atrocious monkey-esque behaviour I’ve experienced there. Think about it: if the people of south-west Ireland revere journalists with the mindsets of mentally retarded adolescents what are the rest of them like? You’ll find the answer to this if you take a gander through Blackdwarf’s Ireland or Blackdwarf’s Little-Helper.
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