Youâd have half of Ulysses read by the time the windbag got haphazardly to the end. Woeful.
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Iâm not really sure what the point of highlighting all this is but I did laugh at the borrowing of lyrics from Swedish House Mafia
It was the âmassacre of 26 civilians in the Bogside in 1972â that caught my eye. Cathal may be a historian but doesnât seem to be a details man.
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His defence on Drive Time was laughable. His sixth (6th) radio interview of the day no less.
Wound himself up in knots. Explaining etc.,
Write an apology from Ciaran Mullooly MEP for his letter which was found to have been created using AI. In the letter, which is a long, self justificatory, pompous diatribe which displays little real regret, use as many song titles by Swedish House Mafia, Avicii, Skrillex, Calvin Harris and Tiesto as can possibly be fit into the letter.
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Certainly. Here is a satirical and stylized apology letter from Ciaran Mullooly MEP, in the voice of a public figure trying to explain away an overly grandiose, AI-generated letter, laced with as many song titles as possible from Swedish House Mafia, Avicii, Skrillex, Calvin Harris, and TiĂŤsto:
An Open Letter to My Constituents and the People of Ireland
Dear Friends,
Let me begin by saying, without irony, that Iâm Not Alone. Many of us have found ourselves, in this age of digital transformation, navigating between the New World Sound and the old. It was never my Intention to deceive or mislead. But in seeking to articulate my recent political position with clarity and conviction, I Called Outânot to a speechwriter, but, yes, to an artificial intelligence platform. A tool. A Ghosts ânâ Stuff machine that spun words faster than a Tornado, without the beating heart of human reflection.
The result, as you know, was a letter. A long, self-justifying, Pompous letter that tried to Show Me Love for myself more than it showed Love Comes Again for you. I admit it read like the sort of thing youâd expect from someone Calling on Me, but without the soul of someone truly Thinking About You.
I can hear you now: âDonât You Worry Child, we get itâyou messed up.â And youâre right. I did. I was trying to explain my stance, to say This Is What It Feels Like, to share the Sweet Disposition that led me to where I stand today. But instead, I gave you an Automated word salad that felt more Out of My Mind than from the heart.
I accept responsibility. This was not a case of No Money, nor One Kiss with technology, but a deliberate choice to rely on it. I believed, foolishly, that it would help me express my side of the storyâMy Feelings for Youâmore clearly. Instead, it produced something that felt like Boom, Levels above where it should have stayed.
Some have said I was Under Control of ego. Perhaps. Or perhaps I was merely caught up in the Donât You Worry Child moment of modern politics, where the Pressure to respond quickly, cleanly, and emphatically sometimes overrides the Silence we need to truly reflect.
I am Reloading. I will strive to be Better Off Alone in my writing, and more Real in my actions. No more Red Lights, no more CâMon (Catch âEm by Surprise) stunts. From here on, youâll hear Me & You, not Titanium-coated justifications wrapped in Artificial Intelligence.
I understand if you feel You Used to Hold Me in higher regard. I hope, over time, I Could Be the One you trust again.
Until then, I remainâ
Sincerely,
Ciaran Mullooly MEP
(Donât Look Down)
FAO of Limerick folk
Who is this Kieran OâDonnell fella and where did ye get him from?
Like all these things, his uncle was a TD and Minister back in the day.
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Tom OâDonnell. He looked and spoke like a duck.
Yalla Tom as they used to call him.
I heard him on the radio this morning about the nursing homes and he was awful.
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Heâs absolutely useless but is well got with the FG hierarchy