A Busy Week, and Lucky For You, I Have Thoughts

Boy have I had a busy week!  I get a lot of packages from supermodels sending me their undergarments, usually with a very suggestive handwritten perfumed note.  Being the shy Caspar Milquetoast that I am, such attention unsettles me.  But as a well-mannered southern boy, I realize my duty to write a thoughtful thank you note. When one gets 50 such packages/week, it takes considerable time to crank out all those thank you notes.  Then there are the pilgrims who show up on my front stoop. Some have travelled halfway around the world to get a glimpse of me. Others want me to convey life changing universal truths to them.  It can be exhausting.

Lately there have been a lot of requests for autographed pictures. Bottomline, I just haven’t had any time to write an article for Real Clear Markets this week. So in all candor, and as one who reveres the ancient honor system of his alma mater, I must confess. I did not write this article. I merely talked into my phone to the ChatGPT app and stated “please write an article on the past week’s news authored by me for Real Clear Markets.” Apparently ChatGPT is supposed to absorb my past writings and everything else there is about me and write what it thinks I would write.  I think this is an interesting exercise, especially for those of you thinking of investing in AI companies.  So let’s see how accurate it is. This is what came out: 

The Sister Tanner Rule

I loved my ex-wife’s grandmother dearly.  Sarah, affectionally known as “Sister” Tanner was from both Charleston and Rutherfordton, North Carolina. She was a southern grand dame. After finishing school her father sent her on the Grand European Tour which was the custom for fashionable ladies of that time. She was in Vienna in March 1938 when the Anschluss occurred. As the Wehrmacht paraded by, several hundred thousand ethnic Germans roared enthusiastically and waved Nazi flags. Sister was caught up in the exuberance and raised her arm in the Nazi salute. Unfortunately for her, this act of being caught up in the moment and feeling an unconscious obligation to do what everyone else was doing was pictured on the cover of Life Magazine. It was quite embarrassing for the family. Sister was the most charming and gracious of ladies, but this one act of “going along with the crowd” haunted her for most of her life.

The Sister Tanner Rule: don’t get caught up in the hype. Just because all the other idiots on your block are flying the Ukrainian and Rainbow flags and have a “Stop Climate Change” sign in the front yard, doesn’t mean you can’t use your God given faculties to think for yourself. History has a long memory. So Dear Reader, with this admonition, I will jump into this past week’s news.

The So Called “Coup”

A riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma. Russians are crazy. Don’t believe me? Then read Brothers Karamazov. Yevgeny Prigozhin started a Moscow hot dog stand in 1990. He later became a caterer where he met Putin who apparently liked the borscht he was serving. In fact,  the borscht was so good Vlad gave him a job or two in the government where Yev engaged in the age-old Russian practice of corruption and bribery.   He became a billionaire. Then with absolutely no military experience, Prigozhin became the head of the Wagner militia, a private army filled with convicts from Russian prisons. Nikolai Gogol could not have created a more fanciful story. Yev only had 25,000 men under his command, and somehow, he took control of the Russian city and military complex, Rostov on the Don. Really? Then, he sent a 3,000-troop convoy to Moscow to overthrow the military leadership of the Kremlin. The Red Army had 34 million soldiers under arms in WW II. A coup d’état is formed in the dead of night, not by telegraphing that a pitiful military detachment, a 1,000 miles away is motoring up the Interstate at 23 miles an hour.  A day later, Prigozhin calls it all off and then he and Putin hug and kiss. Something ain’t right, and when things don’t appear right, we must always look to the dumbest white man on the planet who by the way is surrounded by the dumbest members of a number of other ethnic groups on the planet to create the dumbest foreign policy on the planet.  Joe Biden makes Jimmy Carter look like Carl von Clausewitz. I sense that Daffy ( Joe), Goofy (Kamala) and Wily Coyote ( Antony Blinken)  may have been duped to support this “coup” and somehow the United States’ treasury is poorer for the experience.

Little Greta

Remember the little troglodytic girl from Sweden whose hyper progressive parents used her for political purposes because they figured no one would criticize a little troglodytic girl? Her parents programmed her to spread fear and she told the world on June 21, 2018 that the world would end in 5 years due to climate change.  Even though she was a troglodyte, all the Ivy League educated media personalities gushed over her as though she was an oracle sent down from “Do Gooder Heaven” to save the world. You might say “HOW DARE YOU speak of this poor child that way!”  Look pinheads, anybody who believes in this climate change scam IS troglodytic and needs electric shock treatment.  Sorry Greta. I am not mean, I’m just honest. Your wacko parents are the mean ones for using you. Call child protective services.

Defecating Elephants

If you look up the term “White Trash” in Webster’s, you will see a picture of Joe and Hunter Biden, both with stupid grins on their faces. They are both perverts, and of course they are the main characters in the biggest and most corrupt scandal in American history. There’s a herd of giant elephants that have taken over Washington. They occupy the White House, the Department of Justice, the FBI, the Department of Homeland Security and a few other government agencies. These huge elephants have chronic diarrhea and are crapping all over all of our institutions of government. The DC “beautiful set” pretends not to notice these elephants, nor the stench or  big piles of dung everywhere.  But others are noticing. They are asking members of the “Beautiful Set” why they have elephant sh#t all over their shoes. The stench has reached gag level. No sane member of the Washington elite wants to smell like elephant sh#t.  Soon, these members are going to separate themselves from the most scurrilous scandal in American history and hose themselves off.  Others who have been swimming in liquid elephant waste don’t care how bad they smell. They can’t “come clean” because if they do they will be exposed for their involvement in the current treachery.  Funny how twisted these people are. I’d like for history to remember me as a scrupulously honest guy who always did the right thing, so 200 years from now my descendants can be proud of their name. These folks seem not to care one whit how history will judge them.

The Pervert Genie

Speaking of perverts, the Pervert Genie escaped from the magic rainbow lamp a few years ago with the Supreme Court’s rationale in the Obergefell case. Never mind 2,000 years of Judeo-Christian ethics, Justice Kennedy was smarter than 20 centuries of unanimity on the definition of marriage.  He also wanted to be invited to more Georgetown cocktail parties, so he cut his gonads off and decided to be a eunuch.  We’ve been slipping towards Sodom and Gomorrah ever since, and now we have crossed into the town limits.  Here is a CLIP of a small army of naked men shaking their genitalia in children’s faces at a Seattle Pride parade. None of these sick fu#ks were arrested. Instead of having the Louisville Slugger logo imprinted on their skulls ( my remedy for this sick scourge), these freaks are celebrated. Here is a CLIP  from New York City: “we’re here, we’re queer and we are coming for your children.” Returning to Seattle, here is a  CLIP  where radical unhinged transgender activists are teaching 6-year-old children how to throw bricks at political enemies. These are unhinged people, in a cult, practicing a sick and demonic religion, and yet I have recently seen a picture of the clergy at the National Cathedral, all adorned in their Pride vestments waving their rainbow flags.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Application of the Sister Tanner Rule

Let’s apply the Sister Tanner rule. Just like 1938 Vienna, today’s crowd is exuberant, but if you go along with the crowd and raise your arm like everyone else, Life Magazine, aka history will judge you forever. Sister was a naïve ingenue, but what about the smiling Episcopal clergy at the National Cathedral. They should know better, and history will rightfully judge them as weak-minded imbeciles embracing a demonic ideology. Blind allegiance to a despotic, utterly corrupt political party? You will and should be judged for complicity. How about those “Stop Climate Change” bumper stickers on your car? Likely there are already pictures of you and your dumb ass bumper sticker bouncing around the Internet illustrating that you are a mindless ewe believing in an absurd fear mongering cult. Generations of your descendants will have to live with the shame you cast upon them and the unsettling knowledge that they have inherited your defective DNA.

WELL FOLKS, THAT’S WHAT ChatGPT WROTE FOR ME

I am a little freaked out how ChatGPT knew about Sister Tanner being my ex-grandmother-in-law.  I must say all of its points were extremely well reasoned, especially its main thesis about mass group-think psychosis and how people will be harshly judged for being so “2023 Stupid.”  Well played ChatGPT!  However, I take umbrage at ChatGPT thinking I would call cute little Greta Thunberg a TROGLODYTE.  Wow, I’m hurt that Mr. ChatGPT thinks I am that caustic and cold hearted!