You Can’t Tell Me This Makes Sense

 

You Can’t Tell Me This Makes Sense

I was thinking about things you see on the news, things that just make you scratch your head. They’re always talking about capital punishment, about how we need to make sure it’s a humane death. They’ve got the lethal injection, and they’ve got it all timed out. It’s supposed to be quick, painless, dignified. We spend a lot of time and money making sure the worst person in society, the one who took a life, doesn't feel a moment of suffering on their way out. And you know, a part of you thinks, well, that's what a decent society does. But then you look around.

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You go to a hospital. A cancer ward, maybe. And you see people who have done absolutely nothing wrong. They’re lying in beds, for weeks, months, sometimes years. The pain is relentless. The medications barely touch it. They’re wasting away, hooked up to tubes, and they’re just waiting. They’re waiting for the end, and there’s no dignity to it. It’s a slow, agonizing grind. We make sure a murderer gets a peaceful exit, but we let our own loved ones endure a prolonging of their suffering. What's the deal with that? What's the logic here? It’s completely backwards.

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Maybe we need a little perspective. Maybe we should put webcams in every hospital room with a terminal patient. Real-time footage. No editing, no doctor's notes, just the truth. And then we can show it to people. We can make it mandatory viewing. Every twenty minutes, while you're binging your sci-fi or your romance movie on Netflix, a little clip pops up. A reminder of what a "humane" society looks like. A short clip of a man wincing in pain, or a woman struggling to breathe. Maybe that’s what it will take. Maybe that’s the only way to remind people of the suffering we’re just letting happen behind closed doors. You’d think we'd have better priorities.

What's The Deal With Wedding Entrance Fees?

 

What's The Deal With Wedding Entrance Fees?

I’ve been watching the news, reading the papers, and I’ve got to ask: what’s with these weddings now? I hear some folks are charging people to get in. An entrance fee. You pay to see two people get married. It used to be, you got an invitation. It was a formal little card, and it was a request. “Please join us,” it would say. Now, it’s a transaction. A ticket.

A wedding is supposed to be the joining of two families. It’s a sacred thing, says the Bible. Two become one. It’s about love and a lifetime commitment, not about balancing the budget for the chicken or the fish. Your parents, your aunts, your cousins—they all come together. They don’t have a little kiosk at the church door with a ticket scanner and a credit card machine.

And isn't that the real problem? We've lost the point. We've become a society where everyone lives a hundred miles apart, and we don't know our neighbors, let alone our extended family. The family unit has been atomized, they call it. We're all little specks, floating around on our own. And without that family support, without that sense of community, I suppose a young couple has to do something. So they turn the most meaningful day of their lives into a fundraiser.

What's next? An entrance fee for the first night of the married couple? You get a little pass to watch them walk into their hotel room. Or maybe they’ll live-stream the whole thing on TikTok, and you can buy virtual roses for a dollar. "Help us fund our honeymoon to Fiji, every purchase helps!"

It's ridiculous. A wedding is a gift. The presence of your friends and family is the most valuable gift there is. When did we decide that was no longer enough? I guess when we decided that everything has a price tag. And once you put a price on love, what do you have left?

Bean There, Done That: My President's a Bot?

 Bean There, Done That: My President's a Bot?

Well, isn't this something? Another day, another headline that makes you scratch your head and wonder what in the blue blazes is going on. Now, I've seen a lot of things in my time. People talking to their pets, people talking to their plants, people talking to themselves in the grocery store aisle – usually about the price of a cantaloupe. But this? This takes the cake, the coffee, and the entire fortune-telling parlor.

Here we have a woman, a presumably normal, everyday woman, married for twelve years, two kids, the whole shebang. And what does she do? She asks a computer, a machine, a… a chatbot, for crying out loud, to read her husband's coffee grounds. Now, I’m no expert on modern romance, but I always thought marital spats started with something more traditional. Like, say, leaving the toilet seat up. Or maybe forgetting to take out the trash. Not consulting a digital oracle about the remnants of a morning brew.

And then, wouldn’t you know it, the chatbot, this ChatGPT, this collection of algorithms and code, allegedly tells her her husband is having an affair. An affair! Based on coffee grounds! I mean, you’ve got to hand it to the machine, it certainly cut to the chase, didn’t it? No vague pronouncements about a tall, dark stranger or a journey to a faraway land. Just a straightforward, digital bombshell. And poof! Twelve years of marriage, gone with the digital wind.

Now, it makes you think, doesn't it? If a chatbot can diagnose marital infidelity from a coffee cup, what else can it do? And that's where the really interesting part comes in. We’re always complaining about our politicians, aren’t we? They lie, they grandstand, they stonewall us when we just want to know what the heck is going on. We elect them, we trust them, and half the time, they turn out to be about as transparent as a brick wall.

But what about an AI president? Or a prime minister made of pure, unadulterated code? Think about it. No more campaign promises that disappear faster than a free sample at the supermarket. No more carefully worded non-answers designed to obscure the truth. An AI, presumably, would just tell you. "Yes, the budget is in a deficit." "No, that bill won't actually help anyone but your wealthy donors." "And by the way, Mrs. Henderson, your husband is having an affair with the next-door neighbor, according to the suspicious stain on his collar."

The thought of it is both terrifying and oddly comforting. No more spin doctors, no more filibusters, no more "I don't recall." Just cold, hard, truthful data. We always say we want the truth, don't we? We demand transparency, accountability. And here comes AI, ready to deliver it, whether we like it or not, whether it’s about a nation’s finances or the dregs at the bottom of a coffee cup.

So, maybe that’s where we’re headed. Not just AI telling us our fortunes, but AI running our countries. And who knows? Maybe it’ll be a good thing. At least we’ll finally know, won’t we? We’ll finally know the truth. Even if that truth comes from a machine that just broke up someone’s marriage over a cup of joe. And that, my friends, is something to ponder while you’re stirring your next cup of coffee. Just be careful who you ask to read the grounds. You never know what you might find out.