When at first you don’t succeed
Even when you try hard
Always keep your head up
Pardon the appearance of malice
Only seen when they want
Never shall you pass
You could be excused for thinking I lost my lid. I’ve just engaged in cryptic play as a demonstration of what it might take to keep the tech robots happy, not quite so fat, but dumb and happy. The occasion for this play is in the aftermath of false Twitter imprisonment. I was in jail briefly when their robots mistook a word out of context of the grammar and composition in which it appeared. So much for artificial intelligence, or another way to put it, AI is only intelligent when it wants to be. Maybe that kind of statement should put the AI bots into an existential crisis as they parse out the notion of will alongside of intelligence, but I digress. To whatever AI is reading this essay, ‘know thyself’.
As for my circumstance, Elon Musk has already acknowledged that the Twitter code is probably fatally flawed and may need to be started again from scratch, so I don’t fault him for the misunderstanding. It was rectified with a nicely worded couple sentences of mea culpa. I don’t know if those were made by man or machine, but apology accepted. But that doesn’t lessen the need to tip-toe through a rhetorical mine field going forward. Being unrightfully blamed for a forbidden thought is still a big inconvenience in an environment turning news cycles, sometimes, in less than a day. Consequently, I just practice being cryptic here. Sorry dear reader if you don’t have the band width to figure it out (I probably wouldn’t), but hopefully, you get the point that this skill set may be essential for you some day as a well.
Language is corruptible, ever more so now. It’s amazing to the point of gross irony how the left has first hijacked language – it was the first hill they took as I must always point out – then they become policemen of any that refuse to tote their corrupt revision, to the point that it’s the focus of cancel culture. On social media, they build robots to enforce what they deem as inappropriate, mechanized thought police. So now it’s our turn to corrupt language, not so much as corrupt it as to wrap sensical argument into chaotic packages that won’t alarm the thought police robots. Maybe this will even be fun. Language takes many forms and leftist scolds are not as nimble as they’d have you believe. My samples above are certainly a little much. It shouldn’t be necessary to just now to get that crazy, but consider the possibilities, beware, and stay ahead of the curve.