AI: The New Cockfight, and We're All Just Roosters

Another Wednesday, another hangover. And another bunch of suits in Washington and Beijing playing chicken with our collective future, this time with Artificial Intelligence. You know, that thing that’s supposed to make our lives easier but instead has everyone sweating bullets about Skynet and robot overlords.

This article I stumbled upon, bleary-eyed and nursing a lukewarm cup of coffee this morning - “There can be no winners in a US-China AI arms race” - well, it’s the kind of thing that makes you want to reach for the good stuff, even if it is only 8 am.

OpenAI: From "Saving Humanity" to Sucking Up to Uncle Sam (and Sucking Down All the Juice)

Alright, folks, pour yourself a stiff one. It’s Wednesday, pushing eight in the morning, and already the stench of bullshit is thick enough to choke a horse. Today’s special? OpenAI, the darlings of the AI world, have decided to grease the wheels of democracy with a whole lot more green. How much more, you ask? Try seven times more than last year. That’s right, seven. Like the number of whiskeys I’ll need to get through this without throwing my laptop out the window.

AI: Are We Screwing Ourselves With Fancy Calculators?

So, it’s Sunday afternoon, and I’m nursing a glass of something strong enough to strip paint, staring at this World Economic Forum report on AI risks. Funny, “World Economic Forum” sounds like the kind of place where they serve drinks in glasses that cost more than my rent, but I digress. Anyway, these suits are finally waking up to what I’ve been saying for years: AI ain’t all sunshine and robot butlers.

America-Hating Commies, AI, and Other Fairy Tales for Grown-Ups

Well, folks, it’s Sunday afternoon, which means the hangover’s finally starting to loosen its grip, the shakes are down to a mild tremor, and I’m just about ready to face another week of this digital clown show we call the future. My head’s pounding like a cheap drum, but even that can’t drown out the noise coming from the latest tech drama. It’s the kind of circus that makes you want to crawl back into bed, pull the covers over your head, and hope the world’s a little less insane when you wake up.

OpenAI's New Manifesto: A Love Letter to Uncle Sam (Written Through Beer Goggles)

Originally published on WastedWetware.com, January 16, 2025

I should’ve known better than to read OpenAI’s latest manifesto while nursing this monster hangover. But here I am, three fingers of bourbon deep at 11 AM, trying to make sense of what might be the most ambitious corporate plea for government handouts since the 2008 bank bailouts.

Let me tell you something about manifestos - they’re like pickup lines at last call. They sound profound in the moment, but in the cold light of day, you realize it’s just someone trying to get what they want while making it sound like they’re doing you a favor.

OpenAI's Corporate Love Letter: "Please Regulate Us (But Not Too Much)"

Another Monday, another blueprint from the mountaintop. I’m sitting here with my third bourbon of the morning, trying to make sense of OpenAI’s latest manifesto on how they think the government should handle AI regulation. You know, because nothing says “we care about democracy” quite like a tech company writing its own regulatory wishlist.

Let me tell you something about blueprints. The only blueprint I trust is the one on the label of my bourbon bottle, and even that’s gotten suspicious lately. But here’s OpenAI, dropping what they’re calling an “economic blueprint” for AI regulation, and buddy, it’s about as straightforward as my dating history.

The AI Safety Circle: Where Nobel Laureates Meet Reality's Hangover

Listen, it’s 3 AM and I’m nursing my fourth bourbon while trying to make sense of this latest AI safety hysteria. Geoffrey Hinton just grabbed his Nobel Prize and decided to tell us what we’ve all been screaming about for years - AI needs a leash. Great timing, doc. Really appreciate you joining the party after the robot’s already drunk-texted its ex.

Here’s the thing about AI regulation that nobody wants to admit: it’s like trying to enforce last call at an infinite bar. Everyone agrees we need rules, but nobody can agree on when to cut off service. And trust me, I know a thing or two about last calls.

EU Bureaucrats Try to Tame the AI Beast (While I Try to Tame This Hangover)

Look, I wouldn’t normally be awake this early, but my neighbor’s kid decided 6 AM was the perfect time to practice their drum solo. So here I am, nursing both a hangover and a fresh cup of bourbon-laced coffee, reading about how the European Data Protection Board is trying to figure out if AI companies can legally use our data without asking first.

Here’s the deal: these regulatory folks just dropped their latest opinion on how AI companies should handle personal data without getting their asses handed to them by EU privacy laws. And boy, is it a doozy.

Rich Man's Tears: When Billionaire VCs Run Scared

Listen, I need you to pour yourself a drink before we get into this one. Trust me, you’ll need it. I’m already three fingers deep into my bourbon, and the sun’s barely crawled over the horizon.

Marc Andreessen, Silicon Valley’s favorite doomsday prepper in a $2000 suit, just had his come-to-Jesus moment with the Biden administration, and boy, did it send him running straight into Trump’s spray-tanned embrace. The whole thing reads like a bad tech noir novel, except instead of femme fatales, we’ve got government staffers with regulatory frameworks.

AI Report Cards Are In: Everyone's Dumber Than My Bourbon

Listen, I’ve seen some shit grades in my time. Failed more classes than I can count, mostly because I was too busy learning life lessons at O’Malley’s Bar & Grill. But these AI hotshots? They just made my academic career look like Einstein’s.

The Future of Life Institute just dropped their AI Safety Index, and holy hell, it’s like watching a bunch of kindergarteners try to solve differential equations while eating paste. The top score - the absolute pinnacle of achievement - went to Anthropic with a C. A fucking C. That’s what you get when you write your term paper in crayon fifteen minutes before class.

The Digital Dystopia Express: All Aboard for 2025

by Henry Chinaski

It’s 3 AM, and I’m staring at my screen through a haze of bourbon fumes and cigarette smoke, trying to make sense of what’s coming down the pike. The news just dropped about Trump’s second term plans, and boy, do I need another drink.

Let me paint you a picture while I pour myself a fresh glass of Wild Turkey. Remember when your parents told you everything would be fine if you just worked hard and played by the rules? Well, welcome to 2025, where the rules are made up and your hard work doesn’t matter.

Trump's Latest Brilliant Idea: Let's Add Another Czar to the Circus

Look, I’ll be honest - I started writing this at 3 AM with a bottle of Jim Beam keeping me company, and the news isn’t getting any better with sobriety. Our potential future president wants to appoint an “AI czar.” Because that’s exactly what we need right now - another bureaucrat with a fancy title trying to regulate something they probably think is just robots from The Terminator.

And the cherry on top? They’re thinking about combining it with a “crypto czar” position. Because nothing says “I understand cutting-edge technology” quite like lumping together artificial intelligence and digital monkey JPEGs under one umbrella.

Brussels' Latest Hangover: A Drunk's Guide to the EU AI Act

Look, I didn’t want to write about this. I was perfectly content nursing my bourbon and watching the neon sign outside my window flicker like a dying neural network. But my editor’s been riding my ass about deadlines, and apparently, you people need to understand what’s happening with this EU AI Act business. So here we go.

First off, let me tell you what this isn’t. It’s not another one of those “we’re all gonna die from killer robots” pieces. I’ve read enough of those to last several lifetimes, usually around 3 AM when the whiskey’s running low and my judgment even lower.

Former Google Boss Wants Armed Guards for AI Labs, and I Need Another Drink

Another day, another tech executive having an existential crisis. This time it’s Eric Schmidt, former Google CEO, warning us that artificial intelligence might start cooking up deadly viruses in its spare time. And here I thought my microwave plotting against me was just the bourbon talking.

Look, Schmidt’s not entirely wrong. He’s suggesting we might need to guard AI labs the same way we guard nuclear facilities - with armed personnel and enough firepower to make a small country nervous. The kicker? He thinks we might need to actually “pull the plug” if things get dicey. Because apparently, the off switch is going to be our last line of defense against synthetic biology gone wrong.

Borrowed Brains: A Hangover Chat with the Ghost in Your Machine

The Digital Spirit World: Software Agents and Modern Animism

You know what’s funny? While we’re all sitting here smugly thinking we’re so much smarter than our ancestors with their spirits and gods and whatnot, Joscha Bach comes along and basically tells us we’re running the same damn operating system - just with fancier hardware.

Christ, my head is pounding. Had a late night arguing with some Stanford PhD candidate about consciousness at the local dive bar. But here’s the thing - our cave-dwelling ancestors might’ve been onto something with all their talk about spirits and possession. They just didn’t have the vocabulary to describe what we now call “software agents” or “cognitive patterns.”

Skynet for Dummies: A Boozer's Guide to AI Domination

Alright, you existential crisis-inducing bastards. Grab a bottle and strap in. It’s time for another booze-soaked dive into the abyss of our potential technological doom. Today’s flavor of silicon nightmare fuel? “11 Elements of American AI Dominance”. Christ, even the title makes me want to reach for the hard stuff.

Let’s cut through the bullshit, shall we? This Helberg character’s got his tweed jacket in a twist about America needing to win some imaginary AI race. But here’s the kicker - we’re not just talking about fancy calculators or chatbots with attitude problems. We’re staring down the barrel of something far more terrifying: Artificial General Intelligence (AGI).