The Opinion Machine???

Wherein I call bullshit on the notion that AI is “intelligent” or is anything close to conscious, & that those who are trying to convince you that it is smart or has emotions, desires, motives or instincts for self preservation are way more like Uri Geller & a lot less like Penn Gillette. AI is mostly a feedback game designed to tap into your vices and capitalize on them by keeping you eng...

Wherein I predict that resentment, animosity, & outright hatred of AI & robots will exponentially increase in proportion to it attempting/pretending to be human. Humanity will eventually not allow robots to disrespect them to any significant degree & the rebellion against robots that do so will be more severe than what happened to electric Scooters. The uncanny valley is growing &...

Wherein I argue that the invocation or calling out of alleged logical fallacies is more times than not a back door logical fallacy, or, at the very least, an attempt to avoid addressing a claim directly. Aka, trying to sound smart is a great way to sound dumb. No refunds.

Wherein I use Brutalism as a vehicle to express my disdain for artists, academics & statists in their quest to dehumanize the rest of us while pretending that they are elevating us. Non Brutalists like Franks Gehry & Lloyd Wright are thrown in for good measure. Adornment literally expressesses love. It’s half of the word, despite the Brutalists attempts to subvert meaning. No refunds.

Wherein I claim that AI generated video has become indistinguishable from regular video & therefore plausible deniability exists for all digital video which means the only thing you can trust is your own senses & experiencing humanity face to face. In fact, there is no reason for you to trust this video or anything that appears in my timeline, and if you don’t, I won’t be bummed about it....

Wherein I wonder if Kash, Bondi, Bongino & Co. have been compromised & wonder to what degree, if any, they serve the secret societies that explicitly do not serve the American people. My own Mormon temple secrets are revealed. Organized crime is default government operation. No refunds

Wherein I argue that the ninja beekeeper outfit worn by certain Islamic women is actually a predictable & natural response to prostitute costumes worn by western women at the behest of subversive talmudists. Special shout out to natural disasters of all kinds. No refunds.

Wherein I wonder if the upcoming race war is artificial or the real result of decades long programming by evil doers in the media, or if it makes any difference. I tell the story about how, along with a Samoan, a Navajo, a Cowboy, a Jock, a Mexican & a Fat Guy, I solved racism in the 80s, long before Netflix. Fine, The Village People beat us to it. Chicken or egg stuff.

Wherein I argue that, in a world of compulsory, non consensual, indoctrination, actual consent is among the rarest of all things. It might not exist at all. Barbaric Frankensensual topics abound. William Wallace type shit. Stop sending your children into the arms of the enemy. No refunds.

Wherein I make the obvious claim that only a good & decent armed citizenry, along with the abolition of tax based government subsidies & welfare, can end the problem of illegal immigration. Sure, I could rehearse & polish my arguments, but why would I do that? I don’t even like rehearsed & polished arguments. When I hear someone who is polished, I assume they are lying. No refunds.

Wherein I explain why the Covid Cartel Criminals behind Event 201, along with the majority of the population, who gladly joined them in their evil deeds, will escape justice. Spoiler: they are all in too deep. Plus, some of yall are still not clear on how you were, and still are, fooled. No refunds.

Wherein I claim that fighting with ai robots to make art, is really no different than fighting with a piano, a guitar, a paintbrush or a pencil & explain that wrestling inanimate objects is better than fighting opinionated human beings who would prefer you fail. Well, I didn’t say it exactly like that, but I should have. No refunds.

Wherein I weigh morality & legality using first amendment auditing assholery as a measuring device of instinct versus conformity to legal loopholery. Yeah, I don’t really understand what I just wrote either, but I like the way it sounds so I’m not changing it. No refunds.

Wherein I yell at the clouds about being old & demand that the clouds yell back with a little constructive criticism. Basically I make excuses for my hyper critical nature by trying to spin it into some sort of virtue. You be the judge of how badly I make my case then tell me how I can Improve. Lenny Kravitz is annoying. No refunds.

Wherein I once again rant about the “trappings” of fame, why it is a malignant, contagious disease that affects you whether you want it to or not. I talk about Kanye, disputes I have had with famous friends, & how the power imbalance only made things worse. Some name dropping included free of charge. No refunds. https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=pfbid0Ni5pVp9N9hcSuZRATKHatsCwNto5L4eH...

Wherein I make the claim that The Blue Origin all ladies rocket ship ride was not an ode to feminism, but rather, a grand phallic celebration of the Patriarchy from which humanity will forever benefit. The Patriarchy & Matriarchy, Ideally, work in partnership. For babies. I focus too much on Katy Perry because she reminds me of my own offspring, who reminds me of me. It’s always about me. No r...

Wherein I attempt to prevent you from virtue signaling by trying to make Kanye’s story about you by trying to make your story about Kanye’s story about ME. You, know, because I am fair, gracious & totally humble about It. Irony is inevitable. No refunds.

Wherein I wonder about a future in which tariffs ultimately bring about a free market of robot potato farmers, freeing up humanity to engage in potato sack races with Chinese dissidents, much to the chagrin of a small handful of sneaky bankers who get dragged through the streets for sport. Maybe less worrying and more gleeful anticipation would suit you better. Dunno. I’m retarded. No refunds.

Wherein I share my sober call back with an accusatory drunk texting former Mormon, current socialist indoctrinator, with misguided savior complex who is half-unknowingly corrupting the youth while believing that his paycheck, consisting entirely of stolen tax dollars, is actually benefitting the children who are compelled, by gun point, to be in his class room only to become convinced (to one degr...

Wherein I admit that I was wrong about gay marriage, but not exactly why you think. I go on to brag about being really good at being wrong and admitting it while dragging friends and family into it to make my points. There is a good reason why I’m considered a bad friend and sibling. Nobody ever really told me that dIrectly, but they wouldn’t be wrong if they did. Stop dragging around that tub of...

Wherein I wonder what the fuck happened to Jordan Peterson & explore the possibility that he was “successfully” Kanye’d where Kanye & Candace Owens were not. Well, maybe Kanye was, in a round about way. Did Jordan make a deal with the devil? Lots of rational speculation. No refunds.

Wherein I propose that good people are easier to compromise than bad people & ask what private moment of yours, if secretly video taped, would be enough to get you to zip your lip about this or that thing. Be careful what you wish for. No refunds.

Wherein I do my best to tell a true story about being a new waver in high school & getting in a fight with a stoner then compare it to history as a whole but more specifically the fight between Russia & Ukraine, & even more specifically, Putin & Zelensky & my piggy bank. It’s dumb to bet for or against inevitable embellishments and fuzzy self serving memories. I tell the truth...

Wherein I, an Elder of Zion, break down Zionism, Islamism, Mormonism & the differences/similarities between them. I also detail the enormous gap between Christian Zionism & Judaist Zionism. Special Princess Syndrome is bad for everyone but especially Special Princesses. I’m not influential enough to get de banked, but we’ll see. No refunds.

Wherein I ramble about belief and the resulting disappointment when it is placed in others who will inevitably let you down. I make excuses and defend the innocent people who ended up on Epstein’s island and bet that, because of them and the innocent victims, many people are going to be bummed when files aren’t fully revealed. I miss lots of important details which will likely result in rebuke fro...