Call me when someone weaponizes the ChatGPT bots to start trolling the libtards on Twatter, and eventually it just becomes bot-on-bot suicide deathmatches.
Bill Burr's 2016 comment was the best: "You have to say something so bad it gets everyone angry at you, like 'Trump is so bad, he's going to make me vote for a woman.' Then you just sit back and watch the fireworks."
Give him a couple of dedicated servers, have him gin up a few dozen of those, and turn his ChatGPT minion-bots loose on the social media retards. It'd be like dumping a load of horse apples into a pen full of enraged baboons.
I had inspiration: Back in the day, Baby Brother got my niece a Furbie for Christmas. He thought it was cute. I thought it was an annoying PITA whenever I visited. But he's contrary and stupid, to the point if I dropped something in a mountain stream he'd look uphill for it, so I paid him back the best way I could: I bought my niece another Furbie for her next birthday, and another one the next Christmas. He didn't realize they'd chatter to each other randomly, in some bastardized gibberish version of Elvish and Wookie, just as annoyingly as they would on a visit, but at triple the occasions, 24/7/365. I made sure to put them in close proximity to increase the frequency whenever I was over.
By Next Thanksgiving, they were all gone. Wordlessly.
It's past time to do the same thing to Twatter, Facespace, and all the other circus freakshow "social media" apps which have become echo chambers for the Barking Leftard Moonbats.
It's the digital equivalent of putting an idiot in a round room and telling him there's a penny in the corner.
Couple it with a chatbot hooked to a random generator to spin out made-up causes and rally locations and dates for Pantifa and BLM, and you have the ultimate electronic babysitter for the useless eaters of society, when they're not in mama's basement sucking up bandwidth arguing with programmed MAGAbots.
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Call me when someone weaponizes the ChatGPT bots to start trolling the libtards on Twatter, and eventually it just becomes bot-on-bot suicide deathmatches.
Bill Burr's 2016 comment was the best:
"You have to say something so bad it gets everyone angry at you, like 'Trump is so bad, he's going to make me vote for a woman.' Then you just sit back and watch the fireworks."
Give him a couple of dedicated servers, have him gin up a few dozen of those, and turn his ChatGPT minion-bots loose on the social media retards. It'd be like dumping a load of horse apples into a pen full of enraged baboons.
Aesop, I like the way you think. Unfortunately the net would come to a screeching halt.
Aesop, I think you just said "The future is stupid" but in more words.
;-)
- Borepatch
I had inspiration:
Back in the day, Baby Brother got my niece a Furbie for Christmas.
He thought it was cute.
I thought it was an annoying PITA whenever I visited.
But he's contrary and stupid, to the point if I dropped something in a mountain stream he'd look uphill for it, so I paid him back the best way I could: I bought my niece another Furbie for her next birthday, and another one the next Christmas.
He didn't realize they'd chatter to each other randomly, in some bastardized gibberish version of Elvish and Wookie, just as annoyingly as they would on a visit, but at triple the occasions, 24/7/365.
I made sure to put them in close proximity to increase the frequency whenever I was over.
By Next Thanksgiving, they were all gone. Wordlessly.
It's past time to do the same thing to Twatter, Facespace, and all the other circus freakshow "social media" apps which have become echo chambers for the Barking Leftard Moonbats.
It's the digital equivalent of putting an idiot in a round room and telling him there's a penny in the corner.
Couple it with a chatbot hooked to a random generator to spin out made-up causes and rally locations and dates for Pantifa and BLM, and you have the ultimate electronic babysitter for the useless eaters of society, when they're not in mama's basement sucking up bandwidth arguing with programmed MAGAbots.
High comedy, both ways.
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