He pushed his way to the end of the car where a blackened gallon coffeepot sat simmering on the stove. He got a cup and poured himself a jot of this stiff drink—strong enough to float a track bold—and drank it…”
–Ernest Haycox (Trouble Shooter)
Go ‘head an’ take a sip. It’ll tickle yur tonsils and sooth yur gizzard, an’ mite even make yur liver smile. It’s the real thing, unadulterated, pure delight and delicious brew. It might not be strong enough to float a rail, but it’ll sure satisfy. Nothin’ artificial or fake with my coffee, no siree, strong and black and hot. There’s too much fake stuff goin’ on out there, so I want to make sure my Pard is getting the real thing.
I’ve noticed the emphasis goin’ to that AI thing out there. Whenever I google somethin’ the first thing that pops up is AI. Pard, I don’t know where all of this is goin’ but I don’t like the feel of it. Progress, maybe, but progressin’ to where? The Pit maybe. Another openin’ for that man of lawlessness to use. Why sooner or later, whatever AI says is goin’ to be the truth, ‘specially if that’s all there is.
Artificial intelligence, why I’ve seen that for many years. Jist take a look see at Congress–plenty of artificial intelligence there, an’ even here in Austin, my mercy, there some kooks runnin’ ’round givin’ the impression of intelligence, but once they open their mouths, why yuh see the fakeness come a-pourin’ out. Pard, let me tell yuh that there are many in our education system that are full of that there artificial intelligence. Why history has proven that socialism doesn’t work, yet they keep pourin’ it out there like gravy to be sopped up. What was it that ol’ seer of the Bible was a-sayin’? Yep, it was Daniel, and he said that people would be rushin’ hither and thither, gainin’ more an’ more knowledge. But he stopped there, he didn’t say they would have a lick of common sense, or that they would fear the Lord. No, they’d be wantin’ to be a-gettin’ all they could for themselves, and I might ask, as whose expense?
I see that smile, yuh know what I’m a-sayin’. Coffee reminds yuh of the real life, so strong an’ bold. Nothin’ artificial ’bout my coffee. Why first they threw the cinos at us, soon it’ll be fake or AI coffee. Why, Pard, jist the other day I went down to the grocery to buy a can of pork ‘n’ beans and saw on the can that some of the ingredients was bio-engineered, and Pard if’n yuh don’t know what that means, it means fake. An’ I hear tell there’s fake meat out there as well. Bad enough people passin’ tofu out sayin’ it’s meat. Gates and a lot of other folks want yuh to be jist a-beggin’ for that man of lawlessness to be appearin’. Well, let me tell yuh, Pard, when he does show up an’ begins to pass out his agenda the folks will see that there won’t be nothin’ artificial ’bout it. It’ll be a terrible time.
An’ Pard, whilst yuh drain the pot dry, let me be tellin’ yuh one more thing. I’m a-thinkin’ an’ I’m a-seein’ some of that AI in the churches today. Some of them so-called preachers are spewin’ forth an artificial doctrine. Whooee, the days are a-comin’ when the earth is goin’ to be full of darkness; the spiritual light will be gone. Hang on tight ’til then, Pard. Don’t be takin’ no artificial gospel, nor drinkin’ no artificial coffee. Grasp holt of the real thing and ride it on through to glory. Yeehaw, Pard, the Lord’s a-comin’ back so yuh better be makin’ sure that yur spiritual cinch is tight an’ ready!
Vaya con Dios.