Close encounters of the turd kind — 8 Comments

  1. Coincidentally I was in the middle of my garden ablutions yesterday too when I got a visit from one of these two legged slugs. This 'richard cranium' had the neck to surface after being one of the architects of our downfall and he himself had to leave office in disgrace. No matter what was said to him you just got the stony faced stoopid expression and the request "Sure you'll remember the son?'  I asked him "Did the Gardai ever finish their investigation into your expenses scandal?"  "Sure you'll remember the son?' came the reply!

    • Nepotism is alive and well and keeping the old political system running.  Just because he spawned, that is supposed to produce a good politician?  Just look at the Haughey/Lenihan/Flynn dynasties!!

  2. What election? I've managed to get my good lady and myself off the electoral roll so sadly despite all the paper dropping on the doormat and all the promises they may contain we will be unable to pretend to choose which set of cretins gets a turn at the wheel. We rarely get any political wankers knocking at t'door (and we've been behind that door for 26 years) and even if they did my good lady and I (not to mention the kids) are practising ignoramuses and we never answer the door unless we are expecting someone we know. I do like your solution though even if it means engaging one of them in wordplay. Now if only I had a garden or a manor…. Are there lots going cheapish over there?

    • Yer Man's big mistake [apart from trespassing in the first place] was to give himself a long walk over to me.  It gave me loads of time to rummage through the mental filing cabinet, so by the time he reached me, I was well prepared.

      We have hundreds of vacant houses here in Ireland, all in their own little estates.  We also have a massive problem with homelessness.  Well organised, huh?

  3. You had an impromptu altercation with that canvasser (candidate?) far livelier than any of those studio discussions I hear on the radio.

    • I steadfastly refuse to listen to any broadcast that has anything to do with the elections.  The lies and false promises, interspersed with insane optimism just make me sick.

  4. I had one of them too who wouldn't listen. In frustration I summed it up as follows. "All of them are liars and cheats only in it for what they can get for themselves. I not only hate them all, I have utter & total contempt for all politicians." The fucker gulped and looked at me aghast. Then she brightened up and said, "Ah sure, maybe you'd give him your second preference so?" Only when I stated firmly that he wouldn't be getting the steam off my piss did the bitch run for it. 

    • Normally that would be my approach [either that or a straightforward "fuck off"] but as I said, I was feeling nice and relaxed and just ready to tear them apart piece by piece.  I also had the advantage that I was sitting down and not having to stand in a doorway.  In other words he just picked a bad time to call.

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