I read this article a while back and found it compelling.

“I’m Kenyan. I Don’t Write Like ChatGPT. ChatGPT Writes Like Me.”

Mordecai. Human. Level 50.
Manager of Princess Donut.
This is a non-combatant NPC.
This is a human. This one is something called a Canadian. Part French. Part maple syrup. He’s weirdly obsessed with ice hockey and snowmobiles and semi-erotic lumberjack fan fiction. Has a well-worn Tim Hortons loyalty card in his Velcro wallet. He says “aboot” instead of “about” and gets really, really upset when you point it out, claiming you’re hearing things and that it’s a harmful stereotype. It’s not a stereotype, and that’s exactly how it sounds. He has a relative who was trampled to death by a moose. You get the idea.

Really Simple Syndication

This was a good quote from the essay:

When the working class has learned how to defend the state system against the anarchy of small ownership, when it has learned to organise large-scale production on a national scale along state-capitalist lines, it will hold, if I may use the expression, all the trump cards, and the consolidation of socialism will be assured.

This was the last sentence of a section on which he talks about the organization and engineering aspects of capitalism and how that, when used by the state, is state capitalism.

On the Windows one, consider hibernating it. Its a longer wake up time, but it doesn’t wake up randomly.

That dog is so fucking high.

Because the rich aren’t the problem. Class is. Class consciousness is the solution.

Come again?

Chinese are more interested vagina. More to the point 也。

Democrats: “I’d like to speak to your manager, Mr. Trump.”

Workshippers of the sacred chaos and reciters of mu.