Telepathic Judas ~ trollond2

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Leo Tolstoy, in a diary entry on January 25, 1851, wrote: “I’ve fallen in love or imagine I have; I attended a party and lost my mind. I also bought a horse that I don’t need at all.” I don’t care. If you want 100% biologically human art, here’s a picture of my vomit: This is a big nothing burger that NEETs like to occupy their minds with. I don’t care. If people weren’t using AI to make flyers, they would simply steal clipart like they have done for the past million years. The unemployed act like there was some booming economy for artists before the advent of AI, which was simply not the case. This artist infighting is the same type of petty frustration that diverts the mind from things that actually matter. I would be hypocritical if I didn’t acknowledge my own moral grandstanding at times regarding lyrics I’ve heard and their structure. But the AI argument lacks the real meat of why AI is scary, which Douglas Rushkoff elaborated on the best in this video It’s not the use of AI that’s the prime concern; it’s the use of AI to promote and expand preexisting power structures that are objectively negative that’s the problem. I’m 22, so I’m not very smart, but I am very aware that humans will continue to exist and create art in the same way they are able to be lazy and argue over nothing. Other than that, the same people who bark up this annoying argument are the same who would gladly go to their friend’s harsh noise show that’s just a daisy chain of guitar pedals—inherently there’s nothing wrong with this; it’s just letting the machine scream. But AI in this same example can be used visually, which can be seen widely in the early work of Dall-E and Stable Diffusion. How much effort is required for something to be considered art is besides the point of the blurb, but everything is an art to some degree. NEETs use the AI argument to waste everyone’s life as much as they can, and they simply use it as a means to decide who else they would like to cut out from their cynical and vapid mindset. I won’t grandstand on someone because they bought some AI art on Temu or used it to make a song because more art is simply better than less art. Anyway, I needed to let off steam about something, and I thought this would be a good little vent post. One day, two men were traveling down the Elk River in a boat. It was a beautiful day, and they had finished work, so they decided to take their time. As they passed by a magnificent tea table formation that they had often seen, one of the men suggested they stop and hike up to it. Since they had time, his friend was happy to stop and wait with the boat. When they reached the tea table, they noticed that it was covered in an odd mist that seemed to cling to it and nothing else. The man’s partner didn’t give the mist a second thought and jumped from the boat as soon as they got to shore. The other man started scrambling up the slope, while the other sat back and kicked his feet up. He figured it would take his partner about half an hour to get there and back, so he decided to wait. Hours passed, and his partner finally stumbled back down the hill, climbing into the boat without a word. His eyes were empty and devoid of life. He never recovered. He spent the rest of his life as an empty shell of a man, haunted by the memory of what he had done. He had the horrible misfortune of interrupting the devil having tea. The devil had loomed before him, his eyes filled with cruelty and mercilessness. Then, with a mere pinch of his finger, the devil had pulled away the man’s soul, crumpling it up and sprinkling it into his cup of tea like a bit of sugar. The devil had then waved the man away and returned to his tea.I’m