We’re blessed/cursed to be living in a very peculiar era in which parodies are taken with the utmost seriousness, an absurdist state of affairs captured by the classic line from the 1959 film North by Northwest: “So horribly sad. How is it I feel like laughing?”
The parodies are now so extreme they are self-parodies that cannot be parodied. How do we parody a world gone mad with parodies? Every attempt to parody “the news” today is trumped by reality.
We’re inhabiting a travesty of a mockery of a sham of smug overlords and obsequious politically correct grifters, left and right, claiming the high moral ground while they pillage with a money-grubbing avarice so blatant that it’s impervious to parody.
Their hypocrisy is so comically obvious that we can no longer tell if it’s comic by design or the grifters are so shallow and superficial that they’re blind to the irony of their self-parody.
At any moment, we might be instructed to wear our underwear on the outside of our clothing, and the Supreme Court would rubber-stamp this parody of serious policy with its usual cowardice, a cowardice that is now so blatant that it’s also beyond parody: the Supreme Court is a parody of a functioning system of justice.
All this will be reported with great seriousness, as if it isn’t a punchline in a joke nobody gets.
The irony of all the euphoric claims about AI is powerful enough to melt thick steel containment doors. The AI euphoria is itself an irony, wrapped around an even deeper irony: there is no way to tell the difference between an AI parody of “intelligence” and what AI presents as “legitimate intelligence.”
A parody of AI hallucinations is impossible, because the reality of AI hallucinations already exceeds any parody. A parody of runaway AI mischief is also impossible, because the reality of AI mischief already exceeds any parody.
Hellbound and Down 