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I've live in Limerick all my life and it's nothing but a scum-bag heaven, I'm planning to leave next year sometime because I've had enough of this scum bag sh%t hole of a city.
I lived in Carew Park for 3 years and I feel the same although maybe it was quieter. I now live in Newport. Yes, It such a world apart from the worry about people being near your house, wondering if the next car is stolen and going to mangle into your wall. You leave your house each day wondering if there is going to be graffiti on your wall or gate. You then are confused as to why planners built council estates with nice little alleys to hide scumbags and fly tipping rubbish. Setting fire to wheelie bins used to annoy the crap out of me.
Watching people trying to break into my neighbours house because he is/was a drug dealer/supplier. Watching him stand and talk to the Gardai at his front gate even though he had a very well known arrest warrant in his name.
Wondering if the bus is going to be cancelled on account of people throwing rocks at it. Wondering if the post man will be cancelled because of violence in the area. The bus in carew park stopped at 6:30pm because it was not safe enough after that.
Standing watching scumbags block fire engines/ambulances from attending an incident and laughing their heads off throwing rocks.
Do you know what dodohert, places like Corbally(orginally from), Raheen, Dooradoyle which are the supposed desirable areas. They are nearly as bad. They are full of HSE families and people rehoused and then the normal bad element that seem to have been spawned in those areas over the past 7 years. It was fine when I lived there. You need to travel further afield. Murroe is nice but very quiet(probably just right for you), Caherconlish is very nice and Newport is nice(because I live there
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I used to wake up with all those worries mentioned above now I wake up and open the window and can hear birds singing and the rush of the river next to my house.
I ran from the place and never looked back except every so often I drive through to remind myself where I was and to work hard to keep myself where I am.0 -
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quirke_folder wrote: »I lived in Carew Park for 3 years and I feel the same although maybe it was quieter. I now live in Newport.
Excellent, interesting, but ultimately a pretty sad and depressing post quirke_folder.
Sad and depressing because you had to leave Limerick and move towards the country to find some peace.
Bloody depressing that this is what things have come to.
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Jayson Deafening Treadmill wrote: »Excellent, interesting, but ultimately a pretty sad and depressing post quirke_folder.
Sad and depressing because you had to leave Limerick and move towards the country to find some peace.
Bloody depressing that this is what things have come to.
Well its worse than that. I wanted to live in Limerick. I wanted a house in Shannon Banks near my mother but alas the prices were overboard. I now my mothers house cost her £21,000 all those years ago and then they were worth €250,000. I bought outside Limerick because it was better value for money.
Sad and depressing that anybody would be desperate to move out of their house. I was the lucky one, there are people in Carew Park that were selling their house before me and are still trying to sell their house. I put my GVM sign up on a Friday night and by Tuesday evening I had accepted just below the asking price. Pure luck that a landlord was driving past after viewing a house that a woman refused to move on her asking price. Sign was only up 3 hours at most.
You can be lucky some of the time. I wish to best in your endeavours to move out of the area.0 -
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Casperbhoy wrote: »What about possible solutions?
Maybe, we should form a prisoner exchange program with a country like Turkey / Poland or something.
They can send a 100 of theirs to our prisons, we send a 100 to theirs. They can deal with them as they see fit
That would soften their cough. The problem with the prison system here is that they are comfortable, surrounded by friends & family.They have no fear of the Irish penal system
Interesting concept that. The EU already funds an Erasmus student exchange programme, and the Leonardo programme for young workers to live in another country, so why not get it to start up an Alcatraz Prisoner Exchange programme? It might even be a way to get the state to save money - in the same way that Irish Ferries hired foreign workers to lower their wages bill, it might cost less to house foreign prisoners...
Anyway, back to the topic.
Thought this was an excellent piece in the Irish Independent yesterday:
http://www.independent.ie/opinion/analysis/we-didnt-create-the-thugs-but-we-can-defeat-them-together-1537056.htmlWe didn't create the thugs but we can defeat them together
The Geoghegans are the kind of family that people gravitate to . . . stand-up men
By Cathal McCarthy
MY native place is Limerick and I've always revelled in the fact that the character of the locals is perceptibly different to that of the other Irish cities and towns.
We were always aware of the curled lip with which we were regarded by a nice swathe of the rest of the country. Always aware of the nanosecond of silence that followed the announcement in a crowded pub that, yes, indeed, we were all from Limerick. Everybody all right with that?
Over the years, it seemed to me that Limerick had begun to revel in our reputation. We got comfortable in our skin.
The disdain directed at us for apparently not caring what outsiders thought of us was heartily reciprocated and you could not help but feel pride in our rejection of the tradition of cupidity that so demeans other Irish towns.
We despised what we deem the slightly hysterical need to be liked that we perceived in our neighbours: the professional 'Oirishry', the scramble to be considered as 'vibrant', to be deemed worthy of inclusion by some nonentity in some equally pointless guidebook.
We didn't need the affirmation of anyone; we knew what we had and the joys of living where we lived.
And if some outsiders didn't 'get it', well, then that was their loss. Let the Dubs ham it up with 'The rare auld times'. We'd laugh till we wept as the Rebels got all moist-eyed crooning 'The Banks'. We'd cast a cold eye as Galway worked the room for dollars with 'The Galway Shawl'.
Limerick had its own songs, but the one I always thought fitted us best is the anthem of Millwall Football Club, the song that sends a clammy shiver up and down every football terrace in England: 'No-one likes us, we don't care'.
But today we have to face the fact that in some parts of Limerick, the grittiness, the decent combativeness that was our pride, has mutated something undeniably dark and feral, loathsome, cruel and cowardly.
In the darkest corners of the bleakest estates, it was allowed fester and become something repulsive. Yesterday's burial of Shane Geoghegan will permit us no excuse: Limerick has become a playground for a crew of murderers who daily challenge the theory that there is no such thing as pure evil.
Limerick is distraught; people are visibly upset and seem on the verge of tears.
The people struggle to grasp the bizarre context of the murder: the insane randomness -- gunned down by a useless piece of rubbish intent on shooting another useless piece of rubbish.
This could have been anybody, people whisper, and the full horror of what happens -- and what can happen -- slowly dawns on them.
The Geoghegans are the kind of family that people gravitate to. They are stand-up men, they are honourable and social, gregarious and generous.
They bring dedication and humour to everything they do, and they stand in noble contrast to the kind of vermin who murdered Shane. There can be no contest between these two visions of Limerick; the city's people and the ideals personified in Shane Geoghegan and his family, friends and club must, and will, dispel the nightmare conjured up by these morally stunted murderers.
The Good will win. We will grind these degenerates into the dirt. That affirmation must be our starting point. The people of Limerick must bind themselves tighter than their greatest scrum.
We must then coolly and methodically dismantle both the gangs themselves and the fetid pools of indifference, incompetence and ignorance that bred them.
We must begin from the position that there can be no sacred cows in that task; nothing must be ruled out. And if this crusade to rid Limerick of the curse of moronic murderers involves the abandonment of some of our liberal and welfare comfort blankets, then that is the price we must pay.
The very first nostrum that will have to be quickly discarded is the one we can expect to hear ventilated over the next few days after passions cool and the sociologist pundits think it safe to return to their emails and radio phone-in speed dials.
The level of violence we see in Limerick is not a function of any especially rigid social stratification in that city. The legend of Limerick's social apartheid is more durable than the legend of the Yeti and just as credible.
Count how many times over the next few days you hear some terribly earnest lady fret over the airwaves about how going to inferior schools tells these institutionally disadvantaged mites that they are valued less from the very start. If they were just given the chance, why, they'd more than likely turn out just the same as you and me, and not the gun-toting, coke-snorting, pond life they have become.
Now consider this.
The names being bandied around as the likely suspects in Shane Geoghegan's murder are the notorious gang of demented psychopaths whose butcher's bill now runs to in excess of a dozen. This gang's home sump is within Ballinacurra Weston on Limerick's south side.
The district's primary school is the famous rugby nursery, Our Lady of Lourdes, and children who attend that school have automatic entry to the equally famed Crescent Comprehensive College.
Where have you heard that name? Well, it's a superb Jesuit-inspired institution whose inner city forebear can count the likes of Terry Wogan and Richard Harris amongst its past pupils.
If any of the McCarthy- Dundons had wanted to go to this college, all they had to do was attend their local primary school. What would be the chances, I wonder, for the lads from Ballymun to get into Belvedere? Or the lads from Dolphin's Barn into Gonzaga?
So let's not add insult to injury here by pretending that 'we, as a society' or -- more unjust still -- Limerick itself 'failed' these people. They chose their path. We must now choose to remove them from our presence for as long as we can afford concrete and bars.
Incidentally, that list of Crescent old boys who have touched our lives can now be extended by one. Shane Geoghegan went there too.
Food for thought, especially the paragraph about the "terribly earnest lady" fretting on the airwaves about these scumbags never having been given a chance in life.0
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