06/02/2026
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I'm starting a purge. I'm purging because we've been lied to.
I remember three years ago, sitting in my in-laws' dining room, testing out a new app called ChatGPT.
It felt magical.
I had gained access to a new entity that could radically improve my life and society.
Or so I thought.
An expert artist, poet, and author that produced content incessantly.
Even more exciting was that it could generate graphics for my Old Americana Sharpening brand.
Since I am a small business owner with a limited income, I thought I had an ethical license to use it.
But every time I wrote a message or made an image with AI, I started to feel gross.
I used AI to write emails until I found myself editing for a longer amount of time than it would have taken me to write it myself.
Even still, it felt like I was plagiarizing.
I kept believing in it though because every business guru I listened to kept saying it was the key to utopian society.
Honestly my deepest hope was that AI would lead to finding the cure for my daughter's genetic disease.
3 years later from when I first used AI, it feels like we're nowhere closer to finding any cures.
What has happened, though, is that I have to use the word spoon so I don't p**s off some ethereal bots on my business page.
I think that's a good sneak peek of the future.
Less miraculous cures, more creepy surveillance.
I think there's a simple reason AI feels weird.
Growing up, I learned the value of a gift you give someone is not in the intrinsic value of the item but in how much time you spent preparing it for the person.
One of the gifts that I'm most proud of is something I made for my wife with printer paper and a pencil.
Its just a rough hand drawn map of the college town where we met, tagged with all our date spots and inside jokes.
It's pretty primitive but I spent multiple hours working on it.
Although my lack of artistic ability shines through, it's obvious she values it more than if I had made it with AI.
The less a human labored on something, the less value it holds.
Every little doodle on a napkin is a fruit of ones creativity.
It makes permanent a tiny bit of the creator.
The AI image doesn't stem from a creator; it comes from nothing.
Just a mathematical mimicry of the millions of pictures it was trained in.
I think our souls realize there's something perverted about AI.
It's as meaningless as copy and pasting an Excel spreadsheet a thousand rows down.
I'm not holding my breath for it to find a cure for my daughter's genetic disease.
That's obviously not its goal.
The goal is sedation and extraction.
It sounds draconian, but it's obvious that this is where this is all headed.
They're building a data center 2 miles from our house.
I'm changing my speech to appease non-human actors.
The World Cup in Dallas will have AI surveillance robotic dogs monitoring the crowds.
Whatever forces are pushing this, they're not pro-human.
It's ironic that I'm sharing this on this website, but I'd love to change that too.
And so I'm purging my business of AI.
It's a small thing, but maybe it will be a little chip in the extraordinary wall they have already built.
I'm talking with my artistically talented little sister about a new logo for my business.
I'm looking into hiring a musician, as the budget allows, to make a new theme song.
I am going to continue to reduce my ad spend on Facebook as my organic reach increase
Thank you for all of your interactions with my posts so that I can avoid giving FB more money.
The whole spoon thing is really important for that because if I stop getting recommended, then my free organic visibility gets reduced to nothing.
I'm going to be diverting my marketing budget to more local institutions, like in the bulletin at my local church.
If y'all have any ideas in that regard, I'm all ears too.
I just saw today that, for the first time ever, a robot was hired to clean a house in San Francisco.
To whichever spoon sarpening robot comes on the market in the future:
Good luck getting 600 five-star reviews, clanker.
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