Artificial Intelligence (AI)

[AN4]

See those three little kids at the table, Jimmy?
See the one in the high chair?
That's every white kid who ever had a trip to Mickie D's with their Dad: shit spilled all over the place.

There's actually a phrase for what you've done there. Here, let me help you -

Google Search

You're an idiot who posts pictures that you think will change the world, right?
In fact, idiots are ashamed to be classed in the same bracket as you.

Here, this cunt reminds me of you - in a reverse-skin-colour-inverted kind of way.
He's a twenty-five year old stateside black guy hearing The Beastie Boys' classic 'Wha' Cha' Want' (1992) for the first time:

 

[AN4]

Point out for me - if you will, this 'everyone else' you refer to.



Telegram isn't social media: via your take on it - it's a sewer of failed white Irish mongs trying to convert other white Irish mongs into believing twats like Keith Woods has any worthwhile point to make. So you're angry that Ireland hosts so many immigrants. Is posting your pretty postcards from Telegram going to change that? Nope. Is you repeating yourself day in and day out going to change anything? Nope - apart from you becoming less and less relevant the more you skid your back wheels into the mud.

You're going nowhere, Jimmy - and your point of view is going with you.



Very good.
Really.



Nope - I heard what you had/have to say years back, you're only repeating it since, well.. ..years back.
Maybe you can spin at at 45rpm so I can dance to it instead?

Your choices in social media are about as relevant and real as your 'millions won and millions lost' as a failed card-sharp.

First of all, I never said that I was a "card-sharp" (everything you say about me is a lie)

Secondly, I think even roc figured it out, in the end..

An important thing to remember is that poker is a marathon - not a sprint

I recall one time I played for about ten hours straight, at one point I was up thousands, at another point, down thousands

Why do I remember? Well, when I finished the session, I looked at my balance and realised that I was up.. precisely one dollar. Do the math, that's ten cents an hour I was making, that's not even close to minimum wage, Mowl

It's just a daydream, something to fill in the emptiness in the vacuum you call your life.



I don't watch 'television', Jimmy. I pick out the documentaries and things I like in advance and program them to switch on using the scheduling system in my remote control. Soap operas and drama series aren't my bag. I also like to watch RTE news once in a while, or listen to it at least, when I'm pottering about and arranging my apartment for the day's tasks. Because it makes me laugh, out loud. I scrub my pots and pans and vacuum the floor with a cheesy grin across my face, with sudden bursts of laughter whenever they trot out those two mental sounding culchie reporters to talk down to Paddy and Bridie. It's pure comedy to me.



Most Irish people know exactly how that feels, Jimmy. What's the big deal about Jackson getting some? Irish schools endorsed beatings with the leather strap until the 1980's, you dumb cunt. Some preferred long sticks, dual purpose too: one to smack kids, two to point at the board. Others again didn't bother with sticks or leather straps, Jimmy: they preferred to use their fists and their well-shod feet. And they laos liked to put their hands down into the same little kids pants to feel them up and have a 'moment' of pleasure.

James Brown beat some of his wives. So they took him for every dollar they could get. He ended up in prison. Broke Should Jackson's father also have been sent down? Or should it have been Jackson himself sent down? Can you figure it out yet, Jimmy? This cycle of violence? He beat on him so him beats on you, ain't that a grind, Jimmy?

A little insider fact: Michael Jackson and his kids spent almost a month living in the attached house of a recording studio in the Irish midlands. This was about two/three months before he died. Nobody knew he was in Ireland - or at least, very few. He was the guest of a prominent business man I've known since I was a young teen. I got the skinny on it: he didn't use the studio, at all. He took the kids out for walks in the rain in the Irish countryside, but never left the confines of the estate. His food was shipped in along with anything else he needed, because he arrived in Ireland with practically no luggage at all. His band members never arrived, the studio booking was done solely to make sure nobody else showed up while he was there.

And when he left, nobody knew about that either, Jimmy.
Just the limo driver, the airport staff, and his pilot.

During the time he spent, I'm told he was devoted to his children, never let them out of his sight. Comforted them, watched TV with them, played with them, and generally had a wonderful time with them because he said he thought Ireland was simply beautiful. Especially in the rain. They got muddy. They kicked ball. Hide and seek. Went for drives on the ATVs. Whatever they liked, they did. When he was ready to leave, my associate made sure all the bookings were seamless: car, airport, plane, out.

So whatever his Dad whipped him with, he turned out as he did. He showered the kids with love and attention. Nothing came between he and them, by all accounts. On the other hand, most of your Irish pals old enough to remember corporal punishment mostly turned out to be cunts themselves. Jackson tried to end the cycle of violence, and he did it by example. In Ireland, you fuckers can't let it go. Your courts are clogged up with angry men looking for retribution. Every day another case of historic violence and rape. Another man in tears at the doors of The Four Courts telling you how it didn't just fuck him up. It fucked his wife up, his own parents, his own children, and their children in turn.

Ireland is a hot-bed of historic rape victims, of dead babies in sewers, of priests languishing in open prisons like The Curragh. Of women whose kids are lost. Whose kids were forcibly taken from them and sold like commodities on the international markets. America, England, Germany, etc. This was called adoption. This was justified by lies about how the mother wasn't fit to raise a child: too young, too interested in literature, not attending church, went mad, died in childbirth, was dead on arrival but the baby saved. And masses more lies on top of lies down all the days since. And you're still not at the finish line. There are hundreds more infant carcasses to be unearthed, possibly thousands.

So if focusing on Mick Jackson's Da steams your boat, go ahead and sail your choppy seas of blame.
You're going to sink in the end, Jimmy - and there's no way to stop that.



Nah, that's not close to the truth, Jambo. You aren't interested in 'sharing what you know' - your game is simple switch and bait. You ask a question that has fuck all to do with the subject at hand, then poke fun at your adversary because they refuse to answer, then you try to frame it as you knowing something few others know. Which is clearly bullshit: you're just another messenger boy. You're just another vacuous conduit for your hate and rage at how your life has turned out.

I don't want to know what you think you know. This is mainly because: I'm happy, contended in my life. You're not. Not even close. You're sitting there reading Telegram while Jamal and Lornell are making progress - sewing up large parts of your capital city while you sit idle. They're running the hash, the weed, the powders, the robbed gear, used cars, and the various household items of your neighbours and friends. And you're still sitting idle, looking for someone to blame. Here, try this:

Before Jamal and Lornell took over street dealing - who were the previous businessmen?
Ask yourself why Dublin city center (and many satellite towns) turned so quickly from a vibrant and healthy shopping and leisure towns into a junkie pits of hell?
Who strung all those white Irish skangers out, Jimmy?
Who front-loaded them with cheap dope to hook them, then squeezed them until they had fuck all left?

You're pointing your fingers in all the wrong directions, kiddo.
You're obliviously looking around for a black cunt to blame while the real cunts have their fingers in your pocket, up your arse.
And you can't even see it: chances are, if you did - you'd mistake it for something else entirely.



Forget it, Jimmy - it clearly sailed above your hollowed-out once.
It had to do with a conundrum of a musical bent - so clearly not your bag at all.
You can switch back on any one of around fifty recorded songs by Oasis.. ..again.

You see, you're dumb and paranoid enough to think that those immigrant kids who raided your sports shops along O'Connell Street during the Big Night Out a few years back - where white Irish kids burned buses and cars out - were robbing those high end sneakers out of desperation - or greed. They weren't. They were reacting to simple reality at the heart of their street culture: those are the same kids whose cash dollar money lines the pockets of the global brand names they favour as their chosen style and fashion. Shell suits and sneakers, topped off with gold hanging off them like seaweed on a drowning drunk Irishman. That's how they roll. A tailored suit is for court appearances - their daily wear is branded items by Nike, Puma, Adidas, and Boss.

When they hit those sports shops and raided them, it was a calculated act of revenge. It was and is their way of responding to the simple fact that for all the money they spend into these brands, all the free advertising the global brands get from them, they give nothing back in return, even though they're raking in trillions off black culture.

Which is exactly why this lyric here (from the Public Enemy song above) matters:

'I like Nike, but wait a minute.
The neighbourhood supports so put some money in it.
All corporations owe, they gotta give up the dough
To my town or else we gotta shut them down..'

Paddy was only in it for the excitement and danger, an element of mindless destruction too.
Lornell and Jamal were in it to rob Nike and Adidas blind, to get some payback for all their inward investment.
You haven't the awareness to realize that, because you're the angry white Irish cunt burning a €120,000 brand new 68-seater public bus out.
You're shooting yourself in the foot while they're taking care of business.

See, you think you're smart, you have a Telegram or meme, or a well-rehearsed and trotted out line for every misguided aspect of your thought process. It suits you better to class Lornell and Jamal as common thieves, when that's not their game at all. It's an insider thing: they all share this viewpoint. Paddy spends on Guinness, and in return, Guinness supports all kinds of white Irish shit: music festivals, sports events, arts and cultural events. Lornell spends on Nike and Puma, but neither brand lift a damned finger to support his interests.

Like I said years ago: you're an army of one sorry loser yapping about this shit right here while all the real action is happening just out of sight.
But only just, Jimmy - it's there for those wise enough to understand what they see. Not chumps like you who reacts to absolutely fucking everything to do with migrants and skin colour culture wars. You can't even see where the real game is taking place, even though it's right under your nose.

Me?
I don't have your problems - because up here, we do what needs to be done and we say what needs to be said.
We run Finland, we are Finland, and our elected government is there to serve our interests, not that of some blow-in from some desert shanty-town.

We're happy, Jimmy.
The happiest in the entire world, my sad little friend.

 

[Mowl]

There's actually a phrase for what you've done there. Here, let me help you -

Google Search

See?

There you go again: first you post a postcard with a picture of happy kids having food and dropping bits and pieces on the floor. Like all kids do. Kids of every skin colour. Except that's not what you see, is it? You see a family of coloured immigrants who hate white Irish people. In your twisted mind, they don't drop these items of food on the floor because they're uncoordinated little kids, they're deliberately doing it to show their contempt for white Irish people - right?

And then, when your stupidity is pointed out to you about how all kids do these things - you post another unrelated link.
As an answer.
You introduce yet another random item - to a conversation it has precisely nothing to do with.
Then you mention IQ - again.

Jimmy: stupidity and childishness like yours isn't rare - not among the Irish at least.
But it is in the real world.
Which you'll never get to occupy.

You're only happy when you're wallowing in misery, Jambo.
Casting about - looking for someone to blame for all your misfortunes.
All out at sea, on choppy waters with nothing but a pair of little girl's inflatable water-wings on your upper arms holding you afloat.

First of all, I never said that I was a "card-sharp" (everything you say about me is a lie)

You claimed you won millions of euros playing poker online.
Soon after, you claimed you lost millions of euros playing poker online.

Is that not the actual truth, my cornered rat of a friend?

Secondly, I think even roc figured it out, in the end..

Yeah, great.
Good for him.
Great for you..

An important thing to remember is that poker is a marathon - not a sprint

That's not even remotely important to me, Jimmy.

I recall one time I played for about ten hours straight, at one point I was up thousands, at another point, down thousands

So not millions then?
Just thousands?

Grand so.

Why do I remember? Well, when I finished the session, I looked at my balance and realised that I was up.. precisely one dollar. Do the math, that's ten cents an hour I was making, that's not even close to minimum wage, Mowl

Ah, so now it's one dollar - not thousands, is it?

Funny that: from millions to thousands, and then from thousands to fuck all?

Pahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

Ten cents an hour?

That's just about what you're worth, James: fuck all.

 

[AN4]

See?

There you go again: first you post a postcard with a picture of happy kids having food and dropping bits and pieces on the floor. Like all kids do. Kids of every skin colour. Except that's not what you see, is it? You see a family of coloured immigrants who hate white Irish people. In your twisted mind, they don't drop these items of food on the floor because they're uncoordinated little kids, they're deliberately doing it to show their contempt for white Irish people - right?

And then, when your stupidity is pointed out to you about how all kids do these things - you post another unrelated link.
As an answer.
You introduce yet another random item - to a conversation it has precisely nothing to do with.
Then you mention IQ - again.

Jimmy: stupidity and childishness like yours isn't rare - not among the Irish at least.
But it is in the real world.
Which you'll never get to occupy.

You're only happy when you're wallowing in misery, Jambo.
Casting about - looking for someone to blame for all your misfortunes.
All out at sea, on choppy waters with nothing but a pair of little girl's inflatable water-wings on your upper arms holding you afloat.

You claimed you won millions of euros playing poker online.

Incorrect

Firstly, I didn't say "millions"

Secondly, what do you mean by "win"?

Soon after, you claimed you lost millions of euros playing poker online.

Is that not the actual truth, my cornered rat of a friend?



Yeah, great.
Good for him.
Great for you..



That's not even remotely important to me, Jimmy.



So not millions then?
Just thousands?

Grand so.



Ah, so now it's one dollar - not thousands, is it?

Funny that: from millions to thousands, and then from thousands to fuck all?

Pahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

Ten cents an hour?

That's just about what you're worth, James: fuck all.

 

[AN4]

See?

There you go again: first you post a postcard with a picture of happy kids having food and dropping bits and pieces on the floor. Like all kids do. Kids of every skin colour. Except that's not what you see, is it? You see a family of coloured immigrants who hate white Irish people. In your twisted mind, they don't drop these items of food on the floor because they're uncoordinated little kids, they're deliberately doing it to show their contempt for white Irish people - right?

And then, when your stupidity is pointed out to you about how all kids do these things - you post another unrelated link.
As an answer.

You introduce yet another random item - to a conversation it has precisely nothing to do with.

Mowl, I thought that you were aware of my dislike of the misuse of the word 'random'

Okay, imagine this scenario, if you will..

Imagine it was a white Irish "scrote" family, their kids were making a mess (having to be repeatedly cleaned up by staff while they were doing it) and their parents were doing nothing about it, couldn't give a toss, maybe doing it themselves.. Would you really have the same judgement in that scenario, or are you engaging in the soft bigotry of low expectations?

Then you mention IQ - again.

Jimmy: stupidity and childishness like yours isn't rare - not among the Irish at least.
But it is in the real world.
Which you'll never get to occupy.

You're only happy when you're wallowing in misery, Jambo.
Casting about - looking for someone to blame for all your misfortunes.
All out at sea, on choppy waters with nothing but a pair of little girl's inflatable water-wings on your upper arms holding you afloat.



You claimed you won millions of euros playing poker online.
Soon after, you claimed you lost millions of euros playing poker online.

Is that not the actual truth, my cornered rat of a friend?



Yeah, great.
Good for him.
Great for you..



That's not even remotely important to me, Jimmy.



So not millions then?
Just thousands?

Grand so.



Ah, so now it's one dollar - not thousands, is it?

Funny that: from millions to thousands, and then from thousands to fuck all?

Pahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

Ten cents an hour?

That's just about what you're worth, James: fuck all.

 

[Mowl]

Incorrect

Nope.

Firstly, I didn't say "millions"

Yes, you did.

Several times.

Secondly, what do you mean by "win"?

That you managed to 'win' one dollar.

That's you said.

All of it.

The millions, then the thousands, then the singular dollar.

That's the problem with lying, Jimmy - isn't it?

You have to remember the minutiae of the lie, not just the broader details of the lie.

Plus: downshifting from millions to thousands and then thousands to a single dollar appears quite clearly to be damage limitation. You know you've just tied your own feet and stumbled, so you try to make it look like you meant to fall, and to tie your feet. But nobody believes you, and you know it. Hence the downshift.

Stop embarrassing yourself, kid.
You're digging holes far bigger than you are yourself.

 

[AN4]

Yes, you did.

Several times.

Nope, I didn't, you're still lying

That you managed to 'win' one dollar.

That's you said.

All of it.

The millions, then the thousands, then the singular dollar.

I actually said that I was "up" one dollar after a single session, in which I won and lost thousands

That's the problem with lying, Jimmy - isn't it?

I never have to worry about lying because I never do (lie)

You have to remember the minutiae of the lie, not just the broader details of the lie.

Plus: downshifting from millions to thousands and then thousands to a single dollar appears quite clearly to be damage limitation. You know you've just tied your own feet and stumbled, so you try to make it look like you meant to fall, and to tie your feet. But nobody believes you, and you know it. Hence the downshift.

Stop embarrassing yourself, kid.
You're digging holes far bigger than you are yourself.

 

[Mowl]

Nope, I didn't, you're still lying

Jimmy, ask anyone about your claims of winning millions and losing millions on the Texas Hold 'Em stakes.

You're like a cornered rat, aren't you?

I actually said that I was "up" one dollar after a single session, in which I won and lost thousands

You may have said that a few minutes ago, but what you said originally was in relation to millions, not single dollars.

I never have to worry about lying because I never do (lie)

All you ever do is lie: and oddly enough, you're the only one who believes you - which is fucking hilarious.

Even now you're lying about lying, doubly compounding an already losing situation into an even more farcical one.

You told the same lies about your in/out millions on Arsefield's, then you were shot down on Discussions before you even had a chance to spoof the bogshites over there into your strange little world of Texas hang 'em high. All you really have is lies and whatever bullshit you can find over on telegram to spout about. What makes that even sadder is that you try to pass these snippets of rubbish off as your own thoughts and ideas.

What date is it today, Jambo?

We're creeping ever closer to your two month banning on Declan's site, are we not?

What on earth are you going to say when they remind you that you did in fact insist that you both won and lost millions of euros?

Maybe lay off the Dutch Gold for a while, eh.

It's fucking with your memory and catching you on the hop.

 

[AN4]

Jimmy, ask anyone about your claims of winning millions and losing millions on the Texas Hold 'Em stakes.

You're like a cornered rat, aren't you?

I just told you that I won and lost thousands in a single session. The millions million figure I mentioned was over a period of 5 or 6 years

You may have said that a few minutes ago, but what you said originally was in relation to millions, not single dollars.



All you ever do is lie: and oddly enough, you're the only one who believes you - which is fucking hilarious.

Even now you're lying about lying, doubly compounding an already losing situation into an even more farcical one.

You told the same lies about your in/out millions on Arsefield's, then you were shot down on Discussions before you even had a chance to spoof the bogshites over there into your strange little world of Texas hang 'em high. All you really have is lies and whatever bullshit you can find over on telegram to spout about. What makes that even sadder is that you try to pass these snippets of rubbish off as your own thoughts and ideas.

What date is it today, Jambo?

We're creeping ever closer to your two month banning on Declan's site, are we not?

What on earth are you going to say when they remind you that you did in fact insist that you both won and lost millions of euros?

Maybe lay off the Dutch Gold for a while, eh.

It's fucking with your memory and catching you on the hop.

 

[Mowl]

I just told you that I won and lost thousands in a single session. The millions million figure I mentioned was over a period of 5 or 6 years

And it's Jimmy fucking Dawson rounding the chicane: the millions are back on the table!