The Orange Prolapse has been desperately trying to rebrand "artificial intelligence" as "super intelligence."
The White House considers anyone that uses the term, “Artificial Intelligence,” as opposed to the highly accepted new and more accurate term, “Super Intelligence,” THE ENEMY! President DONALD J. TRUMP
Personally speaking, this probably doesn't bode well for me and my scribblings. You know, since I'm the person who created the term "artificially generated stampede"... back in 2011. And have been relentlessly using it for the past 15 years. I suspect that all my terms (artificially generated stampede, dominipede, viral blitzkrieg, etc.) will become commonplace. Likely in the aftermath of the next 9/11.
Hint: On 9/11, everyone looked UP and saw hijacked planes being used as weapons.
Hint: On the next 9/11, everyone will look DOWN and witness cell phones being used as weapons.
Think about it.
In the interim, I'll begrudgingly accept my sobriquet as "THE ENEMY."
Super Intelligence
sonofsaf
Cocksnot!
A stormy muff dive
Cue the treason Forty-five
The seventh, sin of pride
Donald Trump is outta line
His Quarter Pound ain’t the biggest Big Mac
Forty-seven’s shit instead
Coup d’etats are ambitious
Orange Prolapsin’ turds, his wet dream’s inbred
His wife’s extraordinary
First Lady’s yeast infecting
She’ll always BeBest: softcore her pornography
Urinary, pee pee
Urinary, hee hee
Urinary… lies
Cocksnot!
Trump won’t be denied
The seventh sin of pride
So woke and glorified…
Ivanka Kushner’s a Jew and kosher lie
Bad enemy, Washington, D.C.
Praying to Satan instead
McDonald’s emaciated
Trump’s dumpin’ a turd, gold toilet gets fed
His wife’s extraordinary
First Lady’s yeast infecting
She’ll always BeBest: softcore her pornography
Urinary, pee pee
Urinary, hee hee
Urinary… lies
Urinary, pee pee
Urinary, hee hee
Urinary… lies
MAGA flags unfurled are fucked up, crude
Donald’s a fraud
The Rules Of Evidence
Stone Sour
Come on!
You help me survive
You're the reason I'm alive
Speak softly, cyanide
Passed from your mouth into mine
Your breathing sounds like the sickest music
Playing backwards in my head
Contagions so hellacious
You can't find the words, so you scream instead
This lifeless ordinary
My righteous unsuspecting
I have a secret: you are a dichotomy!
What won't kill me, makes me
What won't love me, hates me
What won't kill me... dies
Come on!
You could help me hide
You could keep me inside
Heartbroken, petrified...
What am I supposed to do if you don't try?
Mad symmetry, senseless poetry
Laying naked on my bed
Contracted and frustrated
You won't say a word, and your eyes are dead
This lifeless ordinary
My righteous unsuspecting
I have a secret: you are a dichotomy!
What won't kill me, makes me
What won't love me, hates me
What won't kill me... dies
What won't kill me, makes me
What won't love me, hates me
What won't kill me... dies
The whole fucking world's against us, dude
I swear to God
From 2002 to 2018, Stone Sour has puckered the Burgh a grand total of 4 times. Never seen 'em.

