Haggis Hell — CoderSongs

O wad some Pow'r the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us
This page contains rhymes. The rhymes will be moved over time into one of the books in progress.

Are you ready to go down the rabbit hole? To visit a surreal world, where black is white and white is carrots?

A friend, Metacognician in Shanghai, describes the situation as follows: “Life is more absurd than movies. I've gone down the rabbit hole too, when it just becomes more and more strange and you wonder how that all is supposed to make sense.” I asked him if I should just embrace it. He answered, “Why should you ... change the universe?”

It started with a psychotic named Jim Kiraly who resides, we think, at 6329 Twinberry Circle, Avila Beach, California.

Jim Kiraly is a respected citizen. A churchgoer. A Vice President of Transamerica Corporation. And a violent abuser who tried to use an emergency anti-violence measure, one intended to protect battered women, to stop his victim in a wheelchair from writing a book.

Concise enough? :)

For attorneys: Jim Kiraly filed for CLETS against his son and victim, who lived 200 miles away, did not own a car, and was in a wheelchair. His son and victim was not asked to end communications. Jim had no (zero) specific and relevant allegations that were not perjury. But he turned down repeated offers of no-contact and a signed stipulation that gave him everything but CLETS. He insisted on CLETS if his victim ever once “discussed” him with third parties.

In the end, Jim Kiraly signed an agreement far weaker than the ones he'd been offered.

A review of Court paperwork and other materials will tend to confirm that Jim and other parties, including attorneys on all sides, committed multiple felonies, crimes, and faux pas. :P

The word “abuser” is stated here publicly and without equivocation. A formal offer is hereby made to reaffirm the word in writing and under oath. Attorneys will understand the significance of the point. In short, there is little terror of a threatened defamation suit on this side. Actually, we feel that such a suit will fit nicely up Jim Kiraly's abuser ass.

Jim has one son, Ken Kiraly, who invented the Amazon Kindle and is one of the leads at Amazon's secret Lab126. Another son, Tom Kiraly is one of the leads, a Vice President-CFO type, at medical insurance firms, including one of the largest, Humana Corporation.

These people and some of the biggest names in Silicon Valley legal circles have committed or are involved in multiple crimes.

For the next decade or two, we're going to explore the crimes that these people committed, the motivations and the denial involved, the background and histories that led each person to make the choices that they did, and ways to build upon what happened and move towards positive societal goals.

There's plenty to go over. These people committed or were involved in: Spousal abuse, child abuse, DDOS (a highly prosecutable violation of CFAA), extortion, perjury, conspiracy to commit perjury (a possible felony), false police reports, conspiracy to file false police reports (a possible felony), unlawful threats, barratry, defamation, malpractice, civil harassment, criminal harassment, abuse of process, and violations of SCCBA Professional Standards.

The point was to force Jim's oldest son and victim, me, to sign a gag order. I was in a wheelchair. I'd never made a single inappropriate threat against my abuser. I wasn't even asked to not to call anybody. But Jim threatened to put me in a violence database unless I agreed never to write about him.

I won the right to write, but I lost my home of 25 years, most of my possessions, my chances for retirement, everything. Everything but a realization.

I can make a difference. I can conduct research for legitimate and reasonable purposes, document what happened, and analyze the choices of the people involved:

Maggie told me that she didn't know what she could say to me about what happened. However, we have decades to work it out. It will be productive. I'd like to direct the attention of attorneys and other parties to the:

Legitimate and Reasonable Purposes List

Questions or comments are welcome. For technical notes and disclaimers, click here.

Free Downloads

The current free ebook is located at this link:
haggishell.com/ridgeproject.pdf

For details about the ebook, click here.

The Kiralys and their associates have tried to take down the sites before. Actually, they've committed multiple felonies in the process. It's no big deal, but to make a point, we're giving everything away for the low price of... well, free.

Here's a link to a ZIP file that contains a copy of the main Christ Follower site. It may be out of date but feel free to download the ZIP file and pass it around. The file is about 150MB in size.

Link for christfollower.zip:
christfollower.me/christfollower.zip

The point? “The story is already out there, idiots. Keep it up and I'll demonstrate how something known as decentralized distribution works.”

170124 Tuesday — Tom Kiraly Birthday Rhyme

170124. Tom Kiraly Birthday.

Just the rhymes from my 170124 article on Tom's birthday. Note to self: Add link here to article.

Tom, Happy Birthday!

Tom Kiraly Happy Birthday

Break out the beers
Tom's birthday is heres
Joy unbounded, a life that's rounded
Tom's birthday is heres
Celebrate is great, love is the fate
Tom's birthday is heres

Caring and sharing, no souls are tearing
It's all about love
Love is commitment and devotion
It's commitment in motion

Tom, this above all, Winter, Summer, Spring and Fall
Love is a dove from above


There's a pleasing thought that often springs
to life in me, because it speaks of you
Nature craves Love and crowns Love King
It makes the heart a palace where He'll stay
Honor in a virtuous brother's heart
Makes the soul yearn; all should learn
Love is a dove from above

See the mountains kiss high heaven
And the lion embrace the lamb;
And the sunlight caresses the earth
And the mice taste the brie
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou are not there for me?

Mountains kiss High Heaven

Kiraly Brothers Daring Helicopter Crew

Photo taken circa 1966. Tom Kiraly is on our left. His brother Bob is on our right.

Tom Kiraly and Brother Bob Daring Helicopter Crew
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170110 Tuesday — RSS Feed is What We Need

RSS Feed is What We Need.

Mr. Meow asked for an RSS feed
Mr. Meow request we will heed
RSS feed is what we need
RSS feed is modern breed
Here you go

161225 Sunday — To Christmas Poems Heart Does Roams

161225. Two Poems.

Michael Bonetto isn't lovable

It's time for CoderSongs
Rhymes that you adore
Doggerel that famous belongs
Woof! Dogs bark for more!

Two short poems. First is by OldCoder and Second is by Shara. License is CC BY-NC-ND 4.0.

CODER CHRISTMAS 2016 — by OldCoder

Seasons Greetings
Time is fleetings
Make merry while we may
This coder season, let nothing you dismay
Another year has passed
Perhaps it's not been a blast
But experience has been amassed
image
Another year older, that much bolder
Push on that Sisyphus boulder
Til it crosses the peak
And downward tumbles
We shall not stumbles
Ad astra
Let us seek
image

FINDER FINDER — by Shara

Finder finder in the night
Eyes fixed on squares of lonely light
Tapping keys like a hurricane
Breaching the space twixt mad and sane

Dreamer dreamer in the dark
Head on the desk might leave some mark
Dreaming alone cannot do this
It can't reach answers nor touch bliss

Writer writer in a cave
Thoughts forming prisons, her own slave
The pen is broken, ink all gone
Will write with blood to carry on

Coder coder in the cloud
Wondering how to make them proud
Flipping the switches in the brain
To waken logic once again

Finder finder in the night
Has been them all and none is right
Has dreamed so many dreams now fled
But always finds new ones instead

Maggie Desmond didn't reflect

This is Ann Kiraly, Jim Kiraly's mother. They had a weird relationship. As far as I know, Jim was always civil to Ann as an adult, and she was usually civil in return, but I think that Ann barely tolerated Jim at times.

To be fair, Ann seemed to dislike almost everybody but Jim's brother Bill, Grace's first lover. But, however it started, Ann and Jim truly didn't want much to do with each other.

As an added factor, Jim internalized the violence that Jim's father, Frank, had committed against Ann. It's safe to say that Jim Kiraly's parents messed him up pretty thoroughly.

我父亲的母亲是一个努力工作但奇怪的女人。

Grace Kiraly
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161018 Tuesday — Birthday of Kiraly Ken is More Fun than Zen

Just the rhymes from my 161018 birthday letter to Ken. Note to self: Add link here to letter.


Birthday Letter ahoy to my pride and joy
Happy Birthday to my brother Ken
Enigma to some, open book to me
Ken's no simple-minded Pharisee
Ken's no fool, he's never-ending cool
Pride joy fool cool, Ken is fun now and then

Ken Kiraly

Ken, Happy Birthday. You're 53.

It's a prime number but not a prime age
No need to rage about not a prime age
What shall we do as the years ensue?
It's simple, brother unique, if advice you seek
Age doesn't presage rage be sage as turn the page
Happy Birthday, Brother Buzz

160916 Friday — Black Wings Statue Sings

160916. Black Wings Statue Sings.

The Doctor of Diamagnetism is an associate of mine from a FOSS project of the 2000s. He has the same birthday as I do, but a different year.

Actually, there's enough years between us that I'm more than old enough to be his father, even though he's in his 30s. Common these days, difficult to process.

The Doctor of Diamagnetism said something interesting today. I told him that it sounded like the start of a song. He immediately tapped out a piece that I edited and here it is.


There's a big ol' world out there
but there's a war inside my skull
Each day I'm livin', I'm only getting older
Older, bolder, but the world is colder
War, skull, no time for a lull

I'm using my head for an ashtray
Neuronal deficiencies, redevelop proficiencies
Rhyme logistically, statistically
Bayesian or Frequentist...
Skeleton in the closet
you can't do much to deny this juice
to categorize the moose
in your head where your cat used to be
before she died after 17 years of living so free

World is cold, OldCoder
Alabama is a cold, cold world
even when it's hot
People come and go, life is ephemeral
Hang on to who you've got
Kitty cat meow
Struggle for ends and dividends
Fail at love a lot
Feel like a monk before he's cloistered
Last chance to have oystered
Vows of silence and poverty fill the mind
People are not kind

Forever on the edge of never
Face the tedium to come
Your parents are you and you're the product
Never to be repeated
Time past is time gone
Like winter snow on summer lawn
Broken heart
Our forebears linger on
Guiding us from within
Eons of genetic sin
Many whips to the ass make a young man old
If he's lucky, he'll still be bold

I'm Mr. Business
When did I shift to shift-less?
I'm a living statue
I'll ossify at the moment of my greatest triumph
Ether will drip from my soul
Then I'll turn to granite
Human soul
Black wings will flap
Carry the statue with the winds
Strange authorities will be forced to chart the position
of the statue that reality rescinds
Lands in front of parked cars, dropping granite before them
disappearing from the police lockup because it brings bad luck
Quack, WTF, says the wand'ring duck
Winged angel

Anyway, it's a poem
Your poetry is excellent, OldCoder

Lemon Djinn

Repost of a drawing by the Doctor of Diamagnetism.

image
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160901 Thursday — Demystify Hacking has my Backing

160901. Just the rhyme from a 160901 letter to my mother, Grace Kiraly. Note to self: Add a link here to the letter.


Remember, remember
What's good enough for Snowden
good enough for Snowden
good enough for Snowden
Oh Lord, Lord
It's good enough for me
Jim Kiraly and Grace Kiraly dislike America freedom
Before you start looking down
Look up your family tree
Know you've been related to Coders
Just like me

Patience trumps abuse of process
Q*bes and Whon*x are free
No point in sighs, give yourself
A legitimate and reasonable chance to see
Jim Kiraly and Grace Kiraly dislike America freedom
Remember, remember
What's good enough for Snowden
good enough for Snowden
good enough for Snowden
Oh Lord, Lord
It's good enough for me

:D
Jim Kiraly and Grace Kiraly dislike America freedom
160825 Thursday — Scott Kiraly Rhyme

160825. Just the rhymes from a 160825 article related to Ivan Kmeta and Scott Kiraly. Note to self: Add a link here to the article.


Scott Kiraly is full of lots of thoughts
But the thoughts are inane
Write about Scott is a pain
Little more can be said
'bout the brother I thought dead
Except sing a friendly refrain

Scott Kiraly, fight the good fight
Let nobody your deficiencies slight
You're a waste of skin
and not very thin
But, what the heck, you love to hate
If you're happy, that is great

Scotts, thoughts, hate, great, fat, thin
It's my little brother for the win
Scott Kiraly is full of joy

The world goes round and round
And changes with every spin
What recently I've found
With a foolish grin
Is that mobile ground
Is the place one must be in
Spinning globe animation GIF
It isn't a great trick, but it's new to me
Responsive my sites shall be
Whether the device is fat
Whether the device is thin
Needs to be responsive as Rin-Tin-Tin
Rin-Tin-Tin movie dog
160630 Thursday — You Cannot Kill the Dead


160630. CoderSongs.

It's time for CoderSongs
Rhymes that you adore
Doggerel that famous belongs
Woof! Dogs bark for more!
John Perrott of Thomas Chase Stutzman is quite the dashing dog

YOU CANNOT KILL THE DEAD

Moments on a deeper shore
Cast the net and bring up lore
If I pray who can say
Bonetto Kiraly Perrott and more
Those who committed crimes
Walk the Earth not just in rhymes
Jim Kiraly of Avila Beach
Moments on a deeper shore
Cast the net and bring up lore
Pray say work all day
Bonetto Kiraly Perrott and more
Walk talk laugh cry
What they took from me will not die
Tom Kiraly of Hanger, Inc.
best test is better than rest this I can attest in you honor shall vest at your behest
You cannot kill the dead
What is in your head
The dead cannot be killed or fed
Roles goals upon destiny shoals shall you rest
After your quest puts you to the test

In God's sight, what is right?
Skeletons are a fright
We should fight for what is right
This is the plight
If not, we'll be contrite
It's best not to trust appearnces
Light bright floods the night
The fight is in God's sight
Also the nuns' website
This is your invite
Fight for right is your right
Light bright floods the night
website night is not a plight bright sight is your invite nuns runs until dones sons always seek the light
You cannot kill the dead
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Next, two Minetest sessions that led to the doggerel. Woof.

OldCoder likes to rhymes all the times. Here, another kids makes a bids to outrhymes and doesn't quite earn a dimes.

This is all extemporaneous. As a interesting note, two of the people in these two sessions are a real-life father and son.

And I'm old enough to be the father's father and the son's grandfather. This is odd.


<CodeWarriorRN> FRED: 3 planks on top of each other
<Sir_FRED> Planks! thanks!
<sonic875> guys
<OldCoder> Thanks planks more fun than Tom Hanks planks are highly ranks
<sonic875> I found a bunch of castles close together
<OldCoder> Castlevania
<counterstrike> All I wanted was to kill those darn skeletons
<counterstrike> I was on a quest
<counterstrike> And all my armor broke
Fighting skeleton
<sonic875> I was on a quest to be the very best better than all the rest so I put myself to the test
<OldCoder> best test is better than rest this I can attest in you honor shall vest at your behest
<sonic875> that was way better :)
<OldCoder> better is like butter
<sonic875> lol
* OldCoder needs to move on without explain

<OldCoder> Get off the plane and play would you fain
<Ayla> i want to see it
<OldCoder> butter is better than the rest for you on your quest
<counterstrike> Sadly
<counterstrike> My quest is postponed
<counterstrike> For losing all that coal
Kiraly Cases Buttery Goodness
<OldCoder> You are on the phoned?
<OldCoder> Losing coal was not the goal?
<counterstrike> I was gonna kill skeletons

<OldCoder> goal coal quest best get out there with the rest
<counterstrike> While my stuff was getting cooked
<CodeWarriorRN> counterstrike take those coal
Skeleton in the closet
<OldCoder> bones on the phones
<OldCoder> <skeleton> you cannot kill the dead
<OldCoder> <skeleton> what is in your head
<OldCoder> <skeleton> the dead cannot be killed or fed
<OldCoder> <skeleton> coals goals upon destiny shoals shall you rest
<OldCoder> <skeleton> after your quest puts you to the test

<counterstrike> Yeah
<counterstrike> You can REALLLY rythme
<sonic875> lol
* OldCoder practices rhyme as he drinks tea of thyme

<OldCoder> <skeleton> rhyme thyme test best proceed now with quest
<counterstrike> Ok I want to get my scythe today

Kerechanko Baby

This is one of the Kerechanko babies decades ago. I believe that it's one of the girls, possibly Lisa Kerechanko, but I'm not certain.

Kerechanko Baby, might be Lisa Kerechanko
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<bugzapper> My thoughts tend more toward puns than rhyming.
<OldCoder> puns are funs, sons
<cricket> yeah... Minetest really puts your best to the test

<OldCoder> so, to puns you can runs for funs in the mid-day suns
<bugzapper> ...or the nuns get the runs in the mid-day suns.
<OldCoder> Um
<cricket> is this supposed to be punny or funny?
<OldCoder> Both
<cricket> YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
<OldCoder> nuns runs is not puns it has been dones
<cricket> I WAS RIGHT
<OldCoder> right?
<bugzapper> When I rhyme I have to work for it.

<OldCoder> In God's sight, what is right?
<OldCoder> Skeletons are a fright
<cricket> we must fight for what is right!
<OldCoder> That is the plight
<bugzapper> or if not we'll be contrite.

<OldCoder> fight for right or be contrite
<cricket> FIGHT THROUGH THE NIGHT
<OldCoder> Do not stop to fly a kite
<OldCoder> Fight through the night in the light
<cricket> Kite? Where is this kite?
Cricket Warrior fights for rights
<OldCoder> Light bright floods the night
<OldCoder> The kite is in God's sight
<OldCoder> Also the nuns' website
<bugzapper> If you're in a bad mood tonight, have a food fight, that will make the dude alright.

<OldCoder> Bad mood is not 'tude it is not a blight
<OldCoder> nuns runs fight until dones with all your might
<OldCoder> To fight for right you are invite
Kite is in God's sight
<cricket> Invite them to fight them through the night for what is right... on the website
<OldCoder> Yes
<OldCoder> website night is not a plight bright sight is your invite nuns runs until dones sons always seek the light
<cricket> Yay!
<bugzapper> :D
<bugzapper> You win.
Number One Doggerel Woof
160619 Sunday — Fathers Day Hoo-Ray!

This was a happy song that I wrote for my father on the occasion of Father's Day 2016.


I've wondered, in the years since 2013,
have you enjoyed the taste of
excrementum meum, sapidum et salubri?
I'd like you to live long enough
that you can serve your purpose
So, have some more

It'll perk you up
You'll be like a pup
Jim it's tasty for her and for him
Come and indulge
Your tummy will bulge
You'll enjoy the food of health
That can't be bought with wealth
There is much more
For you to adore
excrementum meum, sapidum et salubri

Jim Kiraly needs to eat more for health


My father, my abuser, my b*tch, my whore
Jim Kiraly SSN 038-20-and more
For legitimate and reasonable purposes disclosed
Is anybody present opposed

Let me show you the respect that you've earned
So much Time, decades, but the wheel has turned
Earned turned disclosed opposed
Oh, Jim Kiraly, love is a dove from above
Jim Kiraly of Avila Beach Love Dove does beseech
Let me show you consensual love
Gentle as befits those who care
Upon you alights Christ's own dove
You're caressed with purposes fair

Into you the truth, stiff as it is, slides
Up and up your pleasure glides
If you've passed away, it is what it is
You and the whore and the bore we adore
You're still mine as well as His
Jim Kiraly's pleasure at the truth builds
And while I wait to affection shower
There's no need for you to glower
Be pleased by the depth of my love
Oh, Jim Kiraly, love is a dove from above

Singularity or Rapture, I don't care
As long as both of you are there
I'll have you either way to love
Love is a dove from above
You're mine, b*tch
Here's the sitch, there's no hitch
You won't be gone without a trace
My buddy Christ and I are going to ride Grace and you
Love and joy will ensue
Don't the legitimate and reasonable prospect deride
Yee-Haw! It's a respectful Jimmie ride!
Christ and I will ride Jim Kiraly

But I respect you, Jim
No need to be grim
You're a violent abuser
It's sort of a confuser
You filed emergency anti-violence CLETS
To stop a book, you made a foolish bets
So sad, so sorry, you lost
It's time to pay the legitimate and reasonable cost
If wealth and hatred are your tools
You'll find that I'm no fools
Let me show you respect, Jim
No need to be grim
Respect is yours, forever more
The world will know you're there to adore
Happy Fathers Day to Jim Kiraly of Avila Beach