Ulster Bank, 33 Eyre Square, Galway City, Ireland

Coarse Ignorant Aggressive Galway Bank Tellers That Are Liable To Spew Your Personal Details & Financial Data All Over Town

Ulster Bank, Galway: The inbred employees might well shout your business all over the west of Ireland.

This Ulster Bank branch in Galway is not only staffed with ignoramus and unstable inbred cretins, its management will actually get upset if customers don't knuckle down and accept their atrocious behaviour.

An ATM machine at this branch swallowed my bank card one evening and upon the bank opening the next day I visited hoping to have the card returned. When I reached the bank I approached a female at reception and explained what I was there for.

A simple job of work. No big deal to go to a bank and make a run of the mill enquiry about your bank card, you might think. But nothing is ever like this in inbred backward Ireland. And most especially in Ireland’s western regions where 90 percent of the offspring are the result of incest and relative on relative rape.

As is the norm for the highly inbred pieces-of-Irish-shit in Galway this bitch on reception immediately showed herself to have the manners of an inebriated jackal. She was a vacant eyed backward cunt who had the demeanour of a turnip eating troglodyte. And, as if all this wasn’t bad enough, she, through a miasma of what smelled like stale urine1, repeated every word I said to her.

When I explained to this imbecilic bitch that, “The ATM had retained my card the previous evening and I’m enquiring about getting it back,” she, like a retarded child, repeated it back to me verbatim2. And she did the same with every further sentence I uttered.

As per Punch Magazine, if you could see into the soul of Galway females this is what they’d look like.

If you’re unfortunate enough to visit Galway you’ll encounter having your words repeated back to you quite a lot. When the consanguineous Galwegians figure out what annoys someone they latch onto it with the eagerness of an egg laden bluebottle welding itself to a rotted piece of meat.

To understand where the Irish in Galway come from on this you could think, for instance, of a badly retarded six-year-old. This retard, after years of trying, finally has found something that really annoys his older sister. She might have been immune to his many former attempts to aggravate her but then he accidently discovered that scraping a fork across a plate drives her crazy.

Scraping a fork on a plate then becomes the retard’s weapon of choice against his sister. If she asks him to stop he’ll simply start scraping ever more vigorously. The sister then realises that it’s a waste of time asking him to desist from doing it and if she’s ever to get the better of the retard she has to pretend his fork scraping doesn’t bother her at all.

The inbred Ulster Bank receptionist had more than a little of a retarded streak bounding around the parts of her brain that coordinate her actions. When I let her know that I was unimpressed with being parroted, the piece-of-shit went at it with all the more eagerness. Like a retard she latched onto what irked me with all the tenacity of a cold-turkey heroin addict hunting for his next fix.

As historical cartoon shows, when you compare vulgar West of Ireland females to ordinary Caucasians the difference is striking.

There was no doubt about it that this Oirish bank receptionist had mental health problems. She was an unintelligent and unteachable vulgar piece-of-shit that no one but the Irish would employ on a bank’s front desk. Ireland has to be the only country in the fucking world where you’d walk into a bank and find a mentally unstable retard like this employed as a receptionist.

Eventually this imbecilic and urine wafting bitch found my card and returned it to me. Unfortunately though it had been somehow damaged and proved to be unusable.

This damaged card led to me discovering that in this branch of Ulster Bank the ignoramus mongrel on reception was only the tip of the iceberg. For a couple of weeks I had to personally enter this branch to make cash withdrawals and I found that Ulster Bank in Galway has very few staff that ARE NOT coarse ignoramus fucktards.

If you went out one day, anywhere outside of Ireland, and tried to put together a group of ignoramus vulgar fucktards like the employees Ulster Bank had working in this Galway branch you’d find it very hard to do.

Galway native’s mannerisms are not far removed from that of wild pigs.    

On the other hand, if you searched the whole of Galway City just looking for a few non-mentally retarded personnel you’d find it extremely difficult to find any. But then, Galway is in an Irish province where it’s practically frowned upon if you marry someone that is further removed relatively than a second cousin.

The typical Ulster Bank employees in Galway are fatuous coarse Irish bastards that would cause even Myra Hindley and Ian Brady to baulk if they came across them.

One ignoramus red-headed female bastard that served me had the temperament and manners of a jackal that was enduring the rigours of castration. She snarled and growled with the ferociousness of a wild sow being gang raped by a herd of boars that had just eaten the contents of an overturned Viagra delivery truck. She once even stood outside the bank’s security screens in the middle of the floor and rolled her eyes upwards when she saw me entering the branch – she came to dislike me because I had asked her if the brother and sister that had bred her were still together.

“How can the Irish be so fucking stupid,” this young girl might well be asking.  

(It’s not so out of the ordinary for brothers and sisters to be fucking each other in Galway. There’s a high probability that this red-headed bitch did have sex with one or more of her brothers. So perhaps I hit a tender spot when I asked her that question.)

This moron, like the receptionist, wasn’t just a fucking retard, she was actually seriously mentally ill. But then, the West of Ireland has more mentally ill denizens per capita than any other area on earth. The main reason for this is reproducing with siblings and first and second cousins.

Oirish woman, Ashling Thompson, broke another woman's jaw in a nightclub fight. When Pict Irish women do battle, you can’t call it a cat-fight.

As if these two loon Irish bitches weren’t enough a young slack-jawed male in his early twenties had also picked up on Ulster Bank’s and Galway's culture of vulgarity. He also made an attempt to throw his weight around with me. But he pulled his horns in when I, with spittle streaming from my lips and my eyes blazing like a demon’s, told him he was a little inbred sister fucking West of Ireland cunt.

This idiot Irish male was stunned to have this fired at him. He’d have been conditioned by the culture in Galway to believe that employment in a bank meant he had the authority to dish out abuse and bullying as he pleased. And no one had the right to resist him. As far as he was concerned the customers would have to meekly accept whatever he threw at them. He simply wasn’t trained or prepared for a customer to turn on him with a high degree of savagery3.

I phoned Ulster Bank Customer Services in Dublin regarding these pieces-of-shit in their Eyre Square branch but ended up speaking to a witless imbecile – a moronic grade-inflated Irish cunt that tried to tell me that the bitches in Galway meant no harm, that I had just misunderstood them.

A letter of complaint to this branch’s manager elicited only a mixture of threats and defensive explanations – a type of childishly defensive response that would be expected from a person with an average IQ of 60. That’s the inbred retarded West of Irish for you. Even if they were stood in front of you covered to their ear lobes with their own shit and stinking to high heaven they’d look you in the eye and deny they had any dirt on them.

Ulster Bank Headquarters, Donegall Square East, Belfast, Northern Ireland.

I then mailed a complaint to Ulster Bank’s headquarters in Belfast. They made no response or acknowledgement whatsoever. They simply completely ignored it. A person suggested to me that Ulster Bank headquarters ignored my complaint because they were fed up to their back teeth with the constant bullshit that was going on in their Republic of Ireland branches. I think this person wasn’t far off the mark.

There’s one very important thing about the type of utter Irish shit that are to be found in Ulster Bank’s employment in Galway or in any other Irish city for that matter: there’s a very real risk that these uneducated vulgar Irish bastards would reveal or divulge a bank customer’s personal details. The backward Irish bank employees wouldn’t even need the enticement of money to divulge a customer’s personal data; these pieces-of-shit would do it just for the fun of it.

You’ve seen above how Ulster Bank’s Irish staff can – like demented hyenas and to their heart’s content – abuse customers and how complaints about them will be ignored or tossed aside by management, even right up to the headquarters in Belfast.

Irish universities’ grade inflation sparks claims of ‘dumbing down’ https://t.co/O2kLiw1TaA

— The Irish Times (@IrishTimes) 1 January 2019

Lazy incompetent Irish “academics” are finding out that grade-inflation is literally shooting themselves in the foot. For a long time Irish college and university certificates have been viewed as worthless abroad. Then foreign companies operating in Ireland cottoned on to it. Job applicants were turning up with diplomas and degrees and within minutes showing they were incapable of following a storyline in a child’s comic.

Which means you’re dealing with mentally unstable and highly vulgar imbeciles who have no fear whatsoever of losing their jobs or even being disciplined by their managers. In fact, in the Republic of Ireland the managers are usually as vile as the ranting unstable bitches to be found employed as tellers. A bank’s staff can do whatever they like without fear of reprimand. Which means they can give your personal details to whomever they please, and their management will do nothing about it except sit there with their Irish gobs hanging open.

Iveco after Paddy had it for a few days.

An interesting case in which personal financial data was spread around a town by Irish bank staff concerns the owner of an Iveco dealership in Athlone, Co Westmeath. A competitor was eyeing this dealership at one time because he was planning to set up in competition to it.

There was gossip that the Iveco dealership was nearly bankrupt. But in the midst of these rumours the Iveco dealer tarmacked his very large yard – this didn’t tie in with the stories that he was almost broke. When the rival saw this he wanted to know how much the tarmac job cost and whether the Iveco dealer borrowed money or had the spare cash to pay for it.

To cut a long story short, the rival found out that the Iveco dealer had the spare cash to pay for it and that the job had cost £15,ooo. This info was vital to the rival and he got it quite easily via an Irish bank teller. In fact the rival didn’t even have to pay to get this information from the teller. The inbred Irish bank teller had spewed it all over town because it made her feel important to be in procession of such information – in her idiotic way of thinking, no one would know she had access to such important information if she didn’t tell them and then prove it by giving them the information.

Considering this Iveco dealer and how his financial details were spread around a large town and the atrocious vulgar staff that are inherent to Galway and Irish banks generally, people need to be very careful if dealing with banks in this country.

Tourists buying local currency in Galway City banks are probably putting themselves at risk.

They should to beware of the amount of personal details and data that ignorant and grade-inflated Galway bank tellers have access to whilst the transaction is being conducted. How much information are Irish staff able to view about the tourist’s homeland bank account if a credit or debit card is used to buy the local currency?—is another pertinent question. And tourists should be very careful what access Irish bank employees have to their homeland bank accounts if they get money transferred to a bank in Galway.

Grade inflation: The fire that burns out of control in Ireland.

A few years ago grade-inflated Irish bank tellers could spew a customer’s personal details around only her or his local area. Now with social media the inbred and retarded Galway bank tellers4 can disseminate a customer’s data over a very wide area. What’s really dangerous about the Galway ingrates is that they would do it for no other reason than to simply feel important, or to get revenge on someone higher up the hierarchy who had bullied them or given them too much work to do.

What’s most alarming of all is that if you went to the manager of Ulster Bank in Eyre Square and showed him or her rock hard evidence of staff revealing customer’s personal information you’d be most likely met with insults, aggression and bullying. The Irish are true morons. They don’t like their backwardness being pointed out or highlighted. Complaints from outsiders about one Paddy to another Paddy are always met with aggression and ridicule.

The Irish to be found in Galway and surrounding areas are the worst type of subnormal inbred cretins that are to be found on this planet. They are the dirtiest (I mean this physically and mentally) and coarsest lowest IQ bastards that this world ever spawned.

Before visiting or (God forbid) thinking about living in the backward Irish city of Galway it would be wise to mull over two biblical proverbs about fools.

First is Proverbs 26:4/5

• “There is no good way to answer fools when they say something stupid. If you answer them, then you, too, will look like a fool. If you don’t answer them, they will think they are smart”.

This proverb speaks thousands of words about the Irish in Galway. You simply can’t argue, debate or reason with the Galway fool – no matter what, the inbred Galway arseholes will always consider themselves geniuses.

Second is Proverbs 13:20

• “Walk with the wise and become wise, for a companion of fools suffers harm”.

Deal with the Galway fool and you’ll suffer the consequences. Try live with Galway fools and you’ll also suffer consequences. Even visit Galway and its plethora of fools will most likely cause you harmful consequences. Like the proverb says, avoid fools like the plague. Avoid their towns and cities. Like these proverbs tell, you never ever win with fools, especially Irish fools.

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1Galway females like to get the best mileage possible out of their knickers. Buying a new pair of knickers is a big undertaking and something they brag to their neighbours about for weeks afterwards. They’ll then don the new knickers and wear it for up to three months, or until it becomes so caked in menstrual blood and excrement that it can be broken off. As far as using washing machines and showers go they have a very small carbon footprint. They don’t consider it a downside that they always smell of stale piss. Because when you have a house or office full of people smelling of stale piss, none of them notices.

2This kind of mimicking is quite common with Oirish ladies west of the Shannon (Connaught) and also in the Cork/Kerry region. I can imagine them all in unison aping Sir Oliver Cromwell when he gave them the ultimatum: “To hell or to Connaught”. Mr. Cromwell, you see, didn’t like the inbred bastards. And it’s not hard to figure out why he disliked them.

3This is what happens when you spend too much time in the company of coarse ignorant Irish mongrels.  They’ll slowly grow on you and crawl under your skin; and before you know it you are adopting their traits and becoming just like them. Travel and new places sometimes doesn’t broaden your mind; in backward holes like Galway City your mind will actually be narrowed. Their backwardness and coarseness will slink into your subconsciousness in much the same way that emigrants in foreign countries gradually and without noticing pick up the host country’s accent.   

4Grade-inflation and general stupidity in Ireland means there’s no bar on vulgar ignorant halfwits being employed in the business world. The Irish, instead of admitting that their low IQ Paddy students can only be trained up to a mediocre level of education, simply dish out college pass certificates and university degrees like confetti at a wedding. Every year very high numbers of grade-inflated vulgar idiots leave Irish colleges and universities clutching pass certificates and degrees that they are in no way qualified to hold.

No matter where you go in Ireland – be it nursing, policing, medical and paramedical, doctors and their receptionists, dentists, dental nurses, bank staff and tellers – you’ll be met with the atrocious affects of grade-inflation. There’s no profession in Ireland where you’ll NOT find dreadfully unintelligent baboon-like mongrels employed – ask the German personnel that went to Ireland a few years ago to work in the Irish Dept of Finance.

If Satan wanted to make Hell more unpleasant he need only follow the cultural template in a typical Irish city such as Galway.