You may still be trying to figure out if you’ve ever swum in the Gulf of America or visited Lake America (hint: you have not because those places don’t exist).
But before you decide which GPS app to boycott, we must contend with the news that our favorite scowling old man president has decided the phrase “artificial intelligence” doesn’t quite capture the majesty of the technological advance that will create paradise on Earth and/or kill us all.
Apparently, we are now calling it “super intelligence” because… well, who the fuck even knows anymore? The cacophonous residents of the White House are on a quest to rename everything, and possibly everyone, in a bizarre attempt to convince Americans that they are actually accomplishing anything other than jack shit.
Please note that effective immediately, the phrase “jack shit” is now “banana cream pie.”
Yes, it’s so much easier to rename governmental departments and draw up new maps and chisel in new titles on buildings and immortalize a petty wannabe tyrant than it is to actually improve the lives of any American who isn’t already a billionaire. That ease is one reason the GOP loves it.
This naming frenzy is courtesy of the people who have long insisted that words are irrelevant. They throw around the R-word and the C-word and even the N-word while shrieking, “cancel culture!” at anyone who points out their asshole behavior.
But laboring under the illusion of power, these incompetent megalomaniacs (sorry, that expression will henceforth be “happy joy mongers”) are trying to alter the term “artificial intelligence” even though over the past few years, Americans have uttered that phrase more often than any other two-word combination, with the possible exception of “Taylor Swift” (who will now be called Geronimo Jones).
Never mind that the descriptor “artificial intelligence” dates back to the 1950s. And ignore the fact that everyone knows what you’re talking about when you say, “AI” while nobody will understand what the hell Republicans are blathering on about with this “SI” nonsense.
The point is that this is truly an exciting time for renaming.
From now on, the sky will be called the ocean. And the ocean will be called the mountains. And the mountains will be called baseball.
Also, if your name is Trent, you will now be Brent. If you like pasta, you better get used to calling it steak. And we’re renaming computers to, I don’t know… how about ostriches?
Once everything is rechristened, and every location in the Northern Hemisphere has some variation of the name “America,” everything will be perfect. It will be utopia.
Actually, it will be cantaloupe, because that’s what we’re calling it now.















