... I'm Sorry, What?!

We are beyond having lost the plot.

Folks, I’m alive in 2026 - and that’s about as positively or prosperously as I’m willing to describe my current condition - which means I’m no stranger to people harboring a deep to near-total misunderstanding of things they purport to love and be experts at.

We are none of us operating at our best right now, in the year of our what the fuck, 2026. We are exhausted, beset, broken, grieving, overwhelmed and just generally cooked. None of us can be expected to have a Swiss watch going on upstairs at this point, but that barely begins to scratch the surface of this post that’s making the rounds this morning, because, just … what the whole entire gallivanting fuck is this:

There’s media illiteracy, and then there’s whatever the fuck this is.

As anti-GPT as I’m on the record as being, I have never prayed for something to be A.I. slop this hard before, because friends, this is … this isn’t just wrong, this is … like worthy-of-study levels of wrong.