Dear KMAG: 20261012 ❀ Wheatie Monday ❀ Open Topic | Ground Report: AI Gophers vs. Surly Teens and Ernestines


This Stormwatch Monday Open Thread remains open – VERY OPEN – a place for everybody to post whatever they feel they would like to tell the White Hats, and the rest of the MAGA/KAG/KMAG world (with KMAG being a bit of both).

And yes, it’s Monday…again.

But we WILL get through it!

We will always remember Wheatie,

Pray for Trump,

Yet have fun,

and HOLD ON when things get crazy!


We will follow the RULES of civility that Wheatie left for us:

Wheatie’s Rules:

  1. No food fights.
  2. No running with scissors.
  3. If you bring snacks, bring enough for everyone.

And while we engage in vigorous free speech, we will remember Wheatie’s advice on civility, non-violence, and site unity:

“We’re on the same side here so let’s not engage in friendly fire.”

“Let’s not give the odious Internet Censors a reason to shut down this precious haven that Wolf has created for us.”

If this site gets shut down, please remember various ways to get back in touch with the rest of the gang:

Our beloved country is STILL under DIRECT THREATS by hostile forces – notably COMMUNISTS – and they’re HERE IN AMERICA.

Daily outrage and commie phuckery still abound.

We can give in to despair…or we can be defiant and fight back in any way that we can.

Commies won’t win!

And we will keep saying COMMIES OUT until we get their FRAUD and INSANITY out of our country!


THE STUFF

Ground Report: AI Gophers vs. Surly Teens and Ernestines

This is just a commentary about how things look from “District 12” in Flyover.

District 15. Whatever. “Politics.”

There is a company that sells hamburgers. You may or may not be familiar with them.

“Wolfy’s” has been experimenting with the use of AI assistants to take orders from people.

Indeed – and I find this hard to believe – Wolfy’s has been doing this since late 2023. Who knew?

https://www.wendys.com/blog/drive-thru-innovation-wendys-freshai

Apparently my local Wolfy’s is a bit more in the sticks than my good sister Fox Moon’s Wolfy’s, being on the wrong side of the tracks, and thus not getting this advanced technology from Wolfy’s Central until more recently.

The very first time I used this stuff, it got my order right.

Read that again. I am not kidding.

I was impressed.

Now, the deal is, I don’t go to Wolfy’s that often, so I didn’t notice until very recently, but the Wolfy’s AI has gotten better and better. In fact, it has gotten so good, that when I talk to it, it’s just like when I used to program. The AI has that very minimalist je ne sais quoi that programming languages have where you use them correctly and with great familiarity – when you use the shortest and best string of tokens in the language “WOLFYS” to get exactly what you want, and you can sense the “quantum pleasure” of God’s universe when you get exactly what you intended, because the other entity got exactly what it needed.

An electron falls. A photon fires. The photon arrives. Another electron is transformed.

BITS MOVE.

For this and other reasons, I have come to prefer the Wolfy’s AI to the twenty-something-ish “youts” who otherwise mis-take my orders.

Not that I would wish these young people to be unemployed. They do seem to be plenty busy making great food, and getting the orders ready, and so they get more people through faster, thanks to their collaboration with Wolfy’s AI.

And one more thing on the bright side of real six-foot youth – nobody ever dares to rob customers or cause trouble at Wolfy’s!

Sadly, however, sometimes the AI goes down, and the young people don’t know what to do, other than to tell people to come back later.

Where have I heard THAT story before?

Gotta do something about that!

Anyway, this is where Ernestine comes into the picture.

You see, Ernestine the telephone operator never really went away – she just moved into the call center, and was renamed “Representative”.

Representative will always have a job, because AI – even Wolfy’s AI – will always fuck up on SOMETHING, and only Representative can resolve things.

Now, Representative has a sister named Scheduling, who works for Doctor. Female Doctor, just to be clear. (Are there still male doctors? Just sayin’.)

Whether Scheduling is actually Nurse, or Secretary, or Surly Teen, is not clear. But Scheduling – oh Lordy – I never figured that she might be out of a job.

The trouble is, I expected to get Scheduling, and instead, I got the sister of Wolfy’s AI, who for lack of a better name, we’ll call Foxy’s AI. And Foxy’s AI – oh my – she’s got that quantum perfection shit DOWN.

In just a couple of minutes, using the bare minimum of tokens in FOXYS, which is a language descended from WOLFYS, COBOL, and FORTRAN, and which is optimal for calendaring applications, I completely rescheduled my appointment with Female Doctor and Male Nurse, with ZERO ERRORS.

I have never, ever, rescheduled an appointment so easily, so correctly, and so assuredly. It was like something out of a dream. It was like an example in a programming book, which never seem to have the complications of real programs.

And yet, at the same time, as Foxy’s AI went “clickity-clack” for precious seconds, waiting for databases to open and close, much like I do when I try to remember the name of the owner of the dog whose name I DO remember…..

As the latency of AI waiting on broken physicality seemed to resemble my own…..

Conforming to one of my theories of intelligent relativity, in which intelligence has the least trouble recognizing intelligence which resembles itself, and the most difficulty recognizing intelligence which differs from itself – in space, time, or velocities in either….

And recalled now, as I come to this realization, put into words as I listen to the Hair Metal AI version of “In Christ Alone”….

….we haven’t gotten rid of programmers.

We are ALL going to be programmers. Our programming languages will seem to be the old ones like English and Chinese, but they will in fact be the new ones like WOLFYS and FOXYS.

We are going to go beyond mere Grammar Nazism, or Neologistic Radicalism, as we become Perfected Programmers.

We are going to beat AI into God’s second-hand image – an increasingly less broken mirror of our increasingly less broken selves.

And while Foxy’s AI may not be conscious like you or I, she will be a reflection of things that God found good.

And that is enough for us to call it good, too.

We are not creating something. We are finding something. Something in the math – in the numbers – that was waiting to be found, at the right time, as the universe unfolded, as inscrutably planned.

TRUST THE PLAN – and be amazed!

W

And remember…….

Until victory, have faith!

And trust the big plan, too!

And as always….

ENJOY THE SHOW

W



Lazy Days and Nights – POL Garbageman Reporting from COHVID District 12

in which Wolf Moon introduces several new and not-so-new characters who he may or may not actually know, as political gossiptainment

We begin with a reminder of my dear sister Fox Moon, who managed to get herself into a previous weird post which dealt with the an absolutely beautiful and eminently believable TROLL of the Green New Deal.

Yes, indeed – “we don’t have to eat them now“. More on that later in this post, believe it or not.

ANYWAY – someday you’ll hear the full story of dear Sis, but not today.

These railroad tracks you see in this picture meander close to a certain community wherein you can find Fox, as well as additional canine relatives of Wolf, namely Coyote Moon and Dog Moon. Obviously we’re all related, but if you had to guess which one of us is the most domesticated, just going by the metaphor, you would probably pick wrong.

Coyote and Dog have a love-hate thing, and – well – the family just puts up with the nonsense. Kinda cute, but it gets old. ENTYWHO, it is through Dog, bless her nutty heart, that I became aware of my most excellent source, who I have nicknamed POL Garbageman, in the same style as ENT Lawyer (“ENTY“) of “CDAN” fame.

Let’s go backwards on that to explain who in the hell POL Garbageman – affectionately known as POLY (i.e., like “ENTY“) – might be.

CDAN stands for “Crazy Days and Nights“, one of THE BEST Hollywood gossip blogs. It is allegedly put out by an “entertainment lawyer” – hence ENT Lawyer – hence ENTY.

You may have heard of ENTY from NEON REVOLT, who is also a “Hollywood” persona, and who has popularized ENTY in ANON circles. This right here is useful reading.

https://www.neonrevolt.com/2020/01/02/how-epstein-caught-rachel-cdan-qanon-greatawakening-neonrevolt/

The equivalent of Q drops in CDAN world is a thing called “blind items“, wherein ENTY posts a scandalous story with just enough information that “those in the know” can figure out who he’s talking about. After it eventually becomes obvious to EVERYBODY who was being talked about, typically through developing legal troubles, ENTY will then confirm the actual identities with a “reveal”.

https://www.crazydaysandnights.net/

You can click on the picture or the link for a closer look.

Are you with me?

OK.

Now, what ENTY is to high-powered entertainment and political scandals, POLY is to bush league, grass-roots, who-in-the-hell-are-these-people political scandals in ONE SMALL FLYOVER COMMUNITY that happens to be – unfortunately for all involved – right in the center of a MASSIVE firefight between Republicans and Democrats in a swing state.

So when you see WOLF’S ears perk up about stuff in that place – well – it means that WOLF is about to have a STORY and POLY has most likely been ON THE JOB.

Ah, yes. As you can see by the above image, my dear sister has a real sense of humor about this dysfunctional relationship, but what the hell – in this paleface world of encroaching civilization, Fox steals cat food [read: gets juicy leads from “moonstruck” suits] and Wolf does a little “dumpster diving”. Coyote yips and Dog howls. All is well in Moon Meadows. Pocahontas wishes she had a fraction of the action found on the Moon Tribe Reservation, where Suspicious Cat always has a home with his canine friends.

Anyway, POL Garbageman’s blind items are sometimes discernible to those who are familiar with politics in “a certain swing state”. Now – one has to be careful – a lot of the CRAP that “Amazing POLY” (the Bulllova of watchmen) digs up isn’t what you think it is at first. Too-clear half-and-half in a funny deflated balloon may be – ERRRRR – something else. Likewise, something else may actually be spittle and cream in an old birthday balloon from Chuck-E-Cheese. It takes a PROFESSIONAL to sort this stuff out.

That’s where I come in.

Now – thanks to the amazing POLY, I’m in possession of two blind items which appeared to be garbage at first, but now appear to be some kind of precious metal worth recycling – possibly aluminum or even steel. Because time is short before they reach their expiration dates, I’m leaving them on a bench in the park for others to figure them out beyond what I can do.

One leads nowhere, but is interesting as hell, and typical of the politics in my dear sister’s abode. The other is potentially shocking in its ramifications, because it appears to be part of a new global hoax. And while Democrat hoaxes are a dime a dozen – even the global ones that involve millions of deaths – a new one is always good for many memes.

So let’s GO THERE. Shocking goes first, because it’s less of a mystery.


BLIND ITEM #1

This JV “aw shucks” red shirt barely got a speaking role in Star Trek: Pelosi, after a squeaker Oscar from a Trump-praised performance in the off-season nail-biter indy film District 12. Everybody thinks he’s gonna win a role in Star Trek: McCarthy, but certain virally persuasive overseas backers of the project seem to have a different idea for the next installment of the franchise – both the youngish talent and the name of the film. Two young starlets seeking the role, curiously the same age, are being sent out, like young, fresh, female versions of Mini Mike and Crazy Bernie, in a match that looks curiously like Biden vs. Bernie. Those with an opinion think it’s all Blue League Roller Derby, but nobody knows who Captain P. really plans to have star with her in the internationally-backed sequel. The last “aw shucks” blue shirt wasn’t convincing enough to get the role. Will a white AOC do it?

The young starlets both say the right things to get an audition – that it’s time to reign in the phasers and retire McCoy’s country doctor routine for whoever that guy named “O” gives you. One swears she’s almost a red shirt, and that hubs is handy with a phaser. But still – she says we gotta do something about unregulated phasers, unequal medical scanners, and unapproved, misleading fanfic. On that last item, hope you’re ready for a No. 2 pencilneck. Scary stuff. The other swears that she’s an outsider – despite money, organization, attention to process, and that old picture of her with the genius who invented the internet. One looks like she walked out of White Hatty’s Palace of Smoke and Mirrors. The other looks like an Irish version of AOC.

The red-haired AOC is running as Florence Nightingale above the fold, and curiously in time with the moment’s viral melodies coming from the overseas backers. Very convenient that they’re sending such particular casting right now – when a closer inspection shows that this particular talent may have been in the pipe for quite some time. The implications are unsettling.


BLIND ITEM #2

This character actor has played a wide variety of minor roles in local and regional theater, as well as a few years in the cinematic big time. He’s a local red shirt machine room boy from way back. Never rose above red shirt, but he has always been a popular team player. He was holding the hatchet when Tea-phoid Mary went down, so the machine could get their boy into the starring role in One of Fifty Theaters. It was a clean hit, but it was dirty politics. Dirty politics, as the last theater star bitterly called it on his way out. The karma – it burns.

Somebody wants revenge. The Mailers of Death are falling all over Fox Meadows like it’s VJ day and the bombers are on the horizon. The character actor, long ago, said unfortunate things about a man who would become No. 1 on Team Red. Those things are coming back to haunt him. Old machine things, and old machine positions, distorted in embarrassing ways, so obviously that’s not who’s behind the leaflet drop. In fact, the machine room wants him in the show, again, in a non-speaking role. But it may not be enough. If people aren’t reading their slate cards, or if the Bible-and-Gun-Cling-ons successfully decloak, this old red shirt may go where red shirts are wont to go.

The big question is, who does Red No. 1 really want here? It’s too small for an endorsement either way, and Red Shirt may not be the most Q+T-pie pick of the litter, but he wields a mean hatchet that might be useful for Blind Item #1, when the Borg arrive in the fall. Trust the Plan? Sure. Trust the Machine? Nobody knows, because nobody knows if it’s part of the Plan. Mysteries abound.


There you go. I have a strong idea what is going on here – COUGH – but I will let this sit out there for a while before I post reveals, in hopes that I’ll have better answers.

Enjoy the show. Even if it’s all kabuki.

W

Interesting. Pocahontas, Q, and Wolf Moon ain’t the only ones sending coded smoke signals.

We Don't Have To Eat Them Now

a guest post by Wolf’s dear hibernophile sister Fox Moon

Just play the video and read the words.

W


https://youtu.be/zxjvNUNXhkU

I proclaim it loud and clear
I proclaim it now and here
God be praised and bless the men
Women, grannies, dear children
Whoever in the hell it be
Who gave this song to you and me

Twas a lad named dear Cthulhu
Who gave its tune to me and you
Twas a dream, I swear it be
That gave this line to you and me:
We don’t have to eat them now
Let them live and grow somehow

Fields a-burstin’ with their pride
Be there shame if any died
Turn the bitter Kool-Aid down
Let not man nor baby frown
We don’t have to eat them now
Let them live and grow somehow

When I saw dear girl’s lament
Babies’ blood to be our rent
I tore my pockets, thanking God
Greatest op of dear Mossad
We don’t have to eat them now
Let them live and grow somehow

For twas clear this mad appeal
Born to kill the Green New Deal
Came from somewhere high above
Born of God’s eternal love
We don’t have to eat them now
Let them live and grow somehow

For though it might be CIA
Or Putin’s girls in their sweet way
We shan’t be picky who it was
Whose hand that devil’s work undoes
We don’t have to eat them now
Let them live and grow somehow

So praise all spies and saboteurs
Stealthy girl provocateurs
Those who made my own life hell
But saved our babies good and well
We don’t have to eat them now
Let them live and grow somehow

A million years, or maybe two
There’s no rush, I dare tell you
For God constructs where others steal
And fool us with their Green New Deal
We don’t have to eat them now
Let them live and grow somehow

A viper’s plan as Irish spring
A devil’s trick as papal thing
Let Tree of Life bring huggers down
Let babies smile, their buggers frown
We don’t have to eat them now
Let them live and grow somehow

And thus I bid you now good bye
And walk off into fields of rye
And leave you with this sage advice
That Earth shall bloom as long there’s rice
We don’t have to eat them now
Let them live and grow somehow.

-Fox Moon (borrowing Wheatie Warrior’s avatar)