

Knowing that poem meant I got chills from the opening lyrics to the Mayans M.C. theme song when I heard it for the first time:
Mother of Exiles, the torch of hope.
In the toss of the tempest, threw us Madison’s rope.
But the brazen giant, with limbs astride, blocks the golden door to the US of Lies, screaming:
Fuck your huddled masses, scrub our floors, cut our grasses.
I am a wolf, a wild cur, cut from the pack, with blood on my fur. Every howl marks the dead.
Cause a beaten dog never forgets.






If nobody can afford anything with more than 8 gigs of ram for their office workers, they’ll all just pay for more AI tokens because otherwise the 900ms keystroke latency in MS Word would make it impossible to work, right?
I would be shocked if that wasn’t on some AI company’s brainstorm board as a positive side effect (for them) of all of this.