Kathleen Patrick

What the fuck is happening in Ireland has zero to do with injustice. It’s pure male violence, plain and simple, the same testosterone saturated, low-IQ, chromosome damaged primate aggression that’s always turned packs of men into rampaging animals the second they get the weakest excuse to burn, loot, and beat the shit out of everything in reach. These worthless cunts are out there torching the homes and cars of ordinary working people decent men and women who bust their fucking arses every single day just to keep a roof over their kids’ heads and food on the table, destroying the lives and livelihoods of the very people these brain-dead apes pretend to care about. A filthy mob of knuckle dragging, brain-dead scum, bored, racist, radicalized fucking troglodytes being whipped into a bloodthirsty frenzy like rabid attack dogs by parasitic multimillionaire grifters who’d sell their own mothers’ corpses for one more click or one more donation. These leeches don’t give a fuck about any cause; they just want the rage to keep the money flowing. These aren’t protesters. They’re subhuman vermin, evolutionary dead-ends who’ve been handed permission to act like the violent, drooling beasts they are, and they’re getting off on every second of it. Inarticulate, violence-junkie rejects who couldn’t spell “injustice” if you tattooed the first five letters on their foreheads and beat them with the rest of the alphabet until it stuck. Nothing but raw male violence dressed up in the rotting rags of fake righteous anger. That’s all it ever fucking was. These hormone-addled barbarians don’t want justice. They want to hurt, destroy, and feel like men for once in their empty, pathetic lives, even if it means burning down the homes and cars of the working people who actually build this country while these genetic rejects contribute nothing but ash and misery.