Cork County Hall – The stupidest building project in history.

"Stamp that donkey meat as beef " ... "then we’ll build a tower that’s higher than that in Dublin"

The tower that was built to cast a 
shadow on Dublin.

To experience the backwardness and stupidity of this city’s natives gives excellent insight into why Irish beef was found to contain HORSE and PIG MEAT. The story of the Cork tower is a good place to start: it’s a prime example, among many others, of insane Pict Irish moronism.

In 1965 Dublin City Corporation built an office block, Liberty Hall, which stood at 59.4 m (195ft) and would, at the time, have been Ireland’s tallest building. This was very well for the capital which had a population of about 2-million, and a large local authority staff who would have needed and made use of this office space.

The good folk (or should I say monkeys) who ran Cork city’s local authority at the time were envious of this high-rise in Dublin, and thus decided they’d have to out-do it. And, unbelievably, in the late 1960’s, in this city of two-story buildings and extreme penury, they decided their staff needed more office space, and that it would have to be higher than the office block just built in Dublin.

Thus, in the west of  the city, the morons built a 67-metre (220ft) high tower which they named Cork County Hall. They had exceeded Dublin’s Liberty Hall by the nice round figure of 25ft (7.6-metres) and, it’s said, that on the day it was opened Cork’s high and mighty, with tears of joy streaming down their faces, stood in its shadow and belted out The Banks of My Own Lovely Lee – this is a link to the Cork anthem on YouTube; be careful if you listen because the singer sounds like a frog that has spent a month inhaling helium.

Liberty Hall, Dublin.

These slack-jawed morons gave no thought to the fact that this city, with a population of just 90,000 and an extremely high unemployment rate, had no use for a 220ft high building. They simply didn’t have the staff, or the money1, to fill the 17-stories of office space that this tower provided.

I have taken into account the Irish Pict’s habit of looking after their many family members and cousins. The natives in Cork, sucking money from the EU taxpayer, create fictionalised jobs for their numerous slackjawed relatives. But even with all their dumb cousins and cronies given office space, colouring-pads and crayons there was still a vast excess of space in this high-rise.

But sure, begorrah and begob, didn’t they have a building that was 25 ft higher than what their rivals in Dublin had, and, the icing on the cake, it was also the tallest in Ireland. The Cork idiots, in order to build this needless monstrosity and out-do Dublin, put themselves in severe debt. On top of that, as befits a city inhabited by morons, this eyesore never contributed anything to Cork or south-west Ireland’s economy; from the day it was first mooted it has been a financial drain and an eyesore, and shall remain so until it’s finally pulled down or collapses.

What can be said about this act of Pict-Irish insane stupidity? One can only think of what the dominant chimpanzee, sitting in his jungle tree, would do when he spotted that a young pretender had a higher perch. Mr Alpha Chimpanzee, on seeing that this upstart was looking down on him, would probably first have a ranting fit, and then expend large amounts of energy until he got to a higher position. And when finally loftier than the pretender, regardless of what it had cost him in energy and comfort, he’d thump his chest and sneer down on him – he’d have successfully reasserted his right to the troop’s most beautiful females.

This little chap’s common-sense
casts a shadow on the Picts.

And who eventually paid for this atrocious monument to stupidity that is Cork County Hall? Ah sure, begob and begorrah, didn't it all work out well in the end; Ireland joined the EU in 1973 and thus the UK, Dutch, French and German taxpayers would have ended up funding follies like this.

Lunacy like this is very common in Cork and south-west Ireland, it’s very rare to even enter any of their business premises – pubs; restaurants; shoe shops; newsagents; clothes shops; post offices – without having to run-the-gauntlet of an aggressive mentally-defective moron. You will even be subjected to abuse when visiting doctor’s surgeries and pharmacies such as, Boots, Merchant’s Quay, Half-Moon St, and Patrick St.

It’s also very common to see the natives verbally abusing and trying it on with strangers along the streets: they will, for some unfathomable reason, suddenly decide to inform someone, whom they don’t know anything about, that they’re a “queer”, “lesbian” or “tinker” – I have witnessed, many times in Cork city, this type of abuse being perpetrated in broad daylight on the city’s streets.

Irish horse meat is highly carcinogenic.

Another common, and oft seen, act of local moronism is where the natives suddenly veer across city pavements and walk straight towards oncoming pedestrians: they do this in order to cower the targeted person into stepping aside and making way for them. Males and females of all age groups can be seen attempting this moronic act.

They are initially successful when they try this fatuous act on newcomers for the first time because it’ll be thought that the perpetrator is mentally unstable, perhaps carrying a weapon, and about to launch an attack. Thus the targeted person will quickly veer away from the perpetrator; this swerving away gives the native chancer an enhanced feel-good factor because he or she will interpret the stranger’s fleeing as proving themselves to be superior – like the stereotypical school-yard bully the majority of Cork natives regularly need to prove their worth and boost their egos; the only way the dumb fucks can do this is by finding someone they can push around.

The downside for the perpetrators, though, is that after the first or second time people realise what the morons are actually trying to do. They were successful with me the first time because I thought it was some lunatic that was about to attack me, but, after noticing it went on quite a lot, I realised that they were simply cowardly bullies.

A cage would be a good spot for the typical Corkonian.

Thereafter whenever I saw a native sizing me up and veering across towards me I’d act cowardly and feign making way until they came within elbow distance. They’d then get my elbow in their chest and, in a lot of cases, end up on their arses. I’d have left about half-a-dozen of them sitting on their butts and a few more that staggered off complaining about their ribs. The Eastern Europeans, who started showing up in Cork city around 2004, didn’t take kindly to it either. Many local Cork arseholes who tried forcing these Slavic people off the footpaths got beaten up2 – physical punishment that they truly deserved.

South west Ireland is the only place where you’d see disgusting acts of stupidity such as this; and it’s mainstream Cork society who are the worst offenders, the pricks who engage in it will be found working in offices and other professional3 occupations. The natives who partake in this moronism can best be likened to overweight unintelligent school-yard bullies – the type of person who knows subconsciously that they’re a loser and who, as a consequence, is on a constant quest to trample on others in order to drag them down to their level.

I’ve even encountered aggressive thugs in Cork city’s central library, a local swimming pool, and in their only museum; not to mention the trash that’s to be found nursing in Cork University Hospital. There’s nowhere in this backward dive where you won’t be in danger of meeting an aggressive halfwit.

Do the local hierarchy make any attempt to civilise their backward compatriots and sprogs, such as attempt to teach them to act with a little common sense, or try to instil in them that emotion that the rest of us know as shame? The answer to this is a definite NO; instead the local arsehole-elite will viciously attack anyone who dares criticise Cork’s citizens – just like what you’d expect from an isolated inbred tribe of hicks on the side of a remote mountain.

So to the Irish beef that’s been sourced from elderly horses and bred-out sows that’s been found in UK supermarkets and restaurants. How lamentable that the Irish authorities should claim that this in not hazardous to people’s health. These Irish horses that have ended up on supermarket shelves were animals that were injured or in their twilight years. Throughout their lives they’d have been given large doses of veterinary medications such as phenylbutazone which is a carcinogenic and is banned from the human food chain. This horse flesh would have been saturated with anti-inflammatory drugs such as this; it’s questionable if it was even fit to be rendered as dog food.

Then we have the religious aspect:

Dead pigs wouldn’t mind
being called beef.

How do people, who’s religious beliefs forbids them to eat pig meat feel about buying beef that’s really pork?  Do the powers that-be in Ireland give-a-shit?

If you were to experience the mental defectiveness that’s displayed prominently on the streets of south west Ireland you’ll realise that they probably don’t – as they might say, "what harm will it do the English bastards anyway, sure begob and begorrah, didn’t they walk on us for 800-years."

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1This was before they got access to the largess of the continental European taxpayer.

2 In 2006, mainly because of physical punishment inflicted by immigrants, the many natives who partook in this moronic practice gave it a rest. And it was assumed that they’d have, considering the many rows and beatings that occurred because of it, taken stock of themselves and realised that only fools would carry-on in such a manner. In December 2009, because of the economic downturn, almost all immigrants left Cork. And in early January 2010 it was very noticeable on the streets of Cork that the vast majority of these weren’t coming back. And what was the Cork native’s response to this? When they saw that the threat of a beating had diminished, just like a dog returns to its vomit, the stupid bastards resumed trying to force people to step aside. It was the second week in January when I saw that the natives had restarted this atrociously stupid practice – they went back at it with a vengeance, twice on the same day I saw them at it on South Mall and a further few times on Patrick St. And thereafter they were at it again hell-for-leather. When I saw this inane act reemerge after a couple of years of lull I realised that the south-western Irish native is, for the most part, way beyond being an idiot or a moron, that instead they’re complete fucking freaks with seriously flawed genes.

3Everything in south-west Ireland operates in a different realm to the outside world.