Laochra Gael - Back, and to the left hand on top

Try a little harder to be respectful to others please. Times are strange recently and it’s easy to be testy but for your own benefit don’t go in so hard on eachother. It’s not worth it.

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I don’t think the two boys are doing any damage to each other. It’s the rest of us who are suffering these repetitive tedious exchanges. If they didn’t enjoy abusing each other they’d put one another on ignore.
Make no mistake, they’re loving this shit.

Let me just lay out what happened for you again. I made a couple of perfectly reasonable posts about hurling and you couldn’t handle it at all and immediately went miles off the reservation like the lunatic you are.

You don’t get to control what other people say, even though, as an absolute control freak, you think you do.

You’re whinging like a baby about what you think is “your” thread being “hijacked”. The only person who hijacked it is yourself with your lunatic behaviour. Last night you were telling other posters to literally “fuck off and die”.

Now you’re “apologising to anybody who is offended”, a classic non-apology. That could come straight from the mouth of a Tory politician.

And like any classic control freak, your sense of victimhood is absolute.

You obviously fancy yourself as the one, the only “Mr. Hurling", "Hurling Man” extraordinaire. It’s no wonder you hate @Sidney, who beautifully skewered you years ago. It’s no wonder you hate Eamonn Sweeney, who wrote about the same thing (ironically, if anybody should be angry at Sweeney it’s @Sidney, given that Sweeney stole his “Hurling Man” caricature pretty much wholesale).

But “Hurling Man” is supposed to be a caricature, not real. And yet you really are that caricature, and then some. How does it feel to be a caricature?

Real hurling people, as opposed to entirely self-unaware caricatures, are open-minded and not utterly rigid in their closed mindedness like you are. Otherwise the style of the game in the 1950s or the 1970s, never mind the 2000s or 1990s, would never have happened. Real hurling people want the game to spread, to evolve, for ideas to evolve, for the game to not be exclusive. Real hurling people love the game and want others to enjoy it. But you, like a three year old child, imagine hurling as a personal toy is that is yours and only yours. And the gas thing is you don’t even understand how the toy works.

You are the hurling equivalent of those Republican “originalist” headcases in the US who believe the US constitution is some fixed, never-changing document in which it should always be 1788. People like you do more damage to hurling than anybody else. If you had your way the game would have died out decades ago, perhaps still existing only in isolated pockets of “pure” hurling country. ie. a 1950s rural fantasy land of your imagination in south Kilkenny, mid-Tipperary or north-east Cork “untainted” by any outside influences. You are to hurling what the Christian Brothers were to the Irish language or the British Army was to British rule in the North. I’d say you’ve turned exponentially more people off the sport than you ever enticed to play or be interested it.

Fuck off, you delusional cunt. Among other lies and nonsense, you got caught spoofing about Joe Deane, because you assumed he is lefthanded – and then the ego shattered.

All this shite from a stalker who has memorized my every supposed doing. You stay at your level, which is even sub sub sub Eamonn Sweeney, god help us, a Stygian fate. And I will stay at my level, which does not include smutty sneering at widows.

Any time you want to tell me anything in person, I am easily found.

Sadney was/is an utterly talentless media wannabe, who sent around reams of stuff to blanket yawns (which is, of course, the true problem) and a byword for preening mediocrity in TCD.

Now fuck and die.

Far from it. But I have had enough of this moron’s shite and fixation.

One of ye will have to cede the last word or this will never end.

The fact you’re telling me to “fuck and die” (you couldn’t even write your own insult correctly, the one you stole from an online Shamrock Rovers supporter who was using it ironically in 2009) shows who’s the preening mediocrity.

Difficult to decide whether to put the emphasis on the preening part or the mediocrity part. I’d say in your case, it’s both.

And it’s the only thing that’s difficult to decide about what you are.

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Not half boring though is it.

They need to go in a lot harder here. Prancing around like a pair of fairies is all they’re at.

You should consider yourself lucky. If they were from Mayo they could have been burnt at a stake

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Fuck off, you delusional cunt.

Now Eamonn Sweeney owes his career to you… Sweeney is a mong but I would say even he could not make such a spectacular fool of himself over a hurler’s grip.

The problem is simple in one sense – you have absolutely no talent at writing and are fetid jealous about anyone who does – and complex in a higher sense, in that you are a deranged mentally ill individual who invents multiple sign ins on a board, combusts as the main one because your ‘genius’ was not recognized, runs off to Twitter with malice aforethought, slinks back here in new guise, lies about Twitter, and resumes being fetid jealous. Your fixation with me is because you think ‘he came from the internet and it should have been me, the unrecognized genius’. End of day, the prompt is spite-induced resentment. I have it and you do not. I can write and you cannot. I did well academically and you did not. Etc.

The reality is that you are a talentless no mark, with the most hackneyed of schticks about ‘rooral Ireland’, and you will always be a talentless no mark. The response to the stuff you sent round to journalistic ‘contacts’ said it all, because the bar in Ireland is quare low – and still you could not meet the height. Fetid jealousy, of me or of whomever else, is not a kinetic device. You will never change, caught in the permafrost of mediocrity.

Now fuck off into the ice.

Oh, he can have it. Some of us have other outlets.

I couldn’t give a single shit about you, except to wind the fuck out of you, you pompous windbag. The only people who get wound up by perfectly reasonable posts about hurling are control freak narcissists with serious anger management problems, who have incredibly deluded opinions about themselves.

And control freak narcissists with serious anger management problems, who have incredibly deluded opinions about themselves, are always spoofers. As are you.

You’ve had a perverse, deeply weird obsession with me since you registered here.

Only one one of us is the “go to man” for a bizarre whispering campaign against the other.

Only one of us has gone into in depth investigations about the other involving contacting people from the other’s former third level college.

Only one of us has told the other to “fuck (off) and die”.

Which one of us was that, again?

Go and eat a thesaurus or something. It might interrupt what is clearly a very long and lonely day of drinking alone for you. Christ, something needs to interrupt it for your own safety.

Ah yeah, I have an “obsession” with you. That reason is the one why I tag you because someone sent someone else a message on Twitter.

You really should get an Oscar for Best Delusional Supporting Role.

I contacted no one from TCD, by the way. Why would I bother? Was simply told of you by a friend who follows hurling and hurling discussion and works there. You were not much liked, putting it mildly. Imagine: someone who likes hurling hired by TCD!

I have it. You do not. Live with it.

But why all the hassle, really? This truth is true of 99.9% of the population where you are concerned. Why such a fixation with me? Why not spread around the jealousy and the resentment? There are any amount of candidates.

Now fuck off.

The gas thing about you is that for all your thesaurusology you behave like a News of the World hack, of the sort that got that paper shut down. At least those hacks had the excuse that they were employed to behave that way. You do it for free, voluntarily.

So that makes you a sub-News of the World hack whose “nooooo, you’re obsessed with me, not me with you…honest” “debating” strategy is cogged straight from the Manchester United thread here.

The whole of Led Zeppelin and the Jimi Hendrix Experience would have choked to death had they imbibed the amount of projectile vomit that has come from your keyboard today.

Freak.

A great read there. Enlightening at times until it descended into chaos.

@TheBird wrt your parents being left handed and being forced to learn to write with their right. What is their sense of direction like? I know a few people like that and they get lost close to home.

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So this malarkey guy is the Kilkenny lad who writes in the examiner?

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Which is classed as the top of the hurley, the bas or the other end?

The other end where the grip is

So Joe deane was definitively a ‘right hand on top’ hurler?

They’ve no sense of direction issues. The only side effect I’ve seen is my fathers handwriting has always been terrible.