My readers, I know I don’t intellectualize my site but I am doing it today. Noam Chomsky, the philosopher said something. He asks a question i must ask as well as I have a basic idea of submarine engineering. He asked whether submarines swim. I must ask it. Do submarines swim?
Appearing with his Gray-white hair, being the Caucasian he is(that is, a localized dark cored reflection manifest color for any old person of any creed or white person of any gender and not Grey-black which is a spatial existential polar non-color sustainin manifest in the presence of heat( or as I may call it, the low IQ idiot in my genepool) by for iinstance, differentiating x (do not excuse the far too many brackets here)) and his pink skin as he is Caucasian, he says Machines are programs. And for a program to function every question has to be answered (Unless I must add, the programmers program it not to answer…this besides the point…). If I may surmarise, he says Language is not consciousness( reducing LLM’s to NULL), you can’t raise human children in artificial environments (and I must add…except when the gene manifests require reflection space). He says of”the way we use the word”think”, rooms don’t think””. I am talking about this because I am excited to hear him talk about AI in the age of AI because he is indeed a respectable, truly admired old white man. He won’t be here for the peak of modern AI systems.
He’s not dead yet, but he’s about 96 years old now I think. And I am now about ten years celibate. Don’t you dare think not my readers. With Newton and Einstein, I told you how I like it. I gotta get ready, get dressed up and such. Ain’t no dark cored big Deck over here. My readers I think maybe i’ll get me some soon. What I like is what I like. And I’m patient and monogamous. Don’t you dare judge me about it. Don’t you dare. I gotta achive him here on my blog so I can reference his words afterwards in the future when intelligent machines start misbehaving (because unlike me they never stand the chance of a rapist calling them crazy and having to learn human behavior all over again naturally…). What can I say. I love cuddling and soft deadly whispers. Now, that I find damned attractive.
I will debut longer form personal, experiential, and spiritual essays next year. I want to continue to do meaningful work. Help me conquer those who steal life, labor and liberty. Thank you.
When I realized comedy can be described as the things I say and do as well as the things I don’t say and do, I knew it was for me. I was seeing and hearing all kinds of shit that couldn’t be happening in the dreams and the nightmare we call society. I believe they call that crazy. You don’t need any proof. Someone just has to appear to have more potential at succeeding than you and you can make shit up about them. Better than that, you can plot to make them what you say they are. There’s always a ridicule am yet to encounter and the punches just keep coming. It is no miracle I survived. I am now more than qualified to tell comedically twisted true tales as a part of the jazz music festival, half time music. half time comedy. it is hilarious. In fact it is now a comedic-jazz music festival. Your receipts for music by ril and the free books for life cause mean the world to me. Help achieve justice.
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