Because some of you in Pleasanton have called 911 on me several times, and I know for a fact one of those calls was by
an AI tech bro who was joking about me being shot on call (Hi Shreyas Krishnaswamy), I'm just going to get a few things out of the way here.
No, I have no plans to hurt myself or others. I am a pacifist, and I apply that to my own life as well. All of it is sacred.
I hesitate even to swat a fly if I can just move away from it. I am only, and have only ever been, a wordsmith.
I have one of those Socrates brains where I just HAVE to say something if I feel it is true, and do not hold back for social niceties,
which apparently startles the delicate people here.
Socrates' death is pretty funny actually. He would ask questions and agitate the youth to question the elders, so he was sentenced to death.
Sentencing him to death was fairly political, because in reality they gave Socrates a chance to escape into exile and they just sentenced him
to death to encourage it. He refused. He believed the youth should see the punishment bestowed upon someone who spoke out, so that
they may understand how the elders governed. His death might have meant more than this life.
And anyways, my body is steadily dying. I can't walk and move like I used to. My organs are aching and I wake up forgetting when I fell asleep.
I've actually been organizing unlike most of this community, so that my kids know not to be complicit like the rest of you have been. I
am down to 4 hours of sleep, inconsistent food, being a caretaker for aging parents who are very uncooperative, and given up many career opportunities
so that I could focus on organizing since 2015. Because I genuinely think you're fucking stupid if you didn't see fascism coming since then.
Once again, I am not violent. I am a pacifist. I am only familiar with a pen. All I have ever been able to do is write. To make my Letters from my own
personal Birmingham Jail. My heroes are Noam Chomsky and George Carlin.
My only weapons are words, my idols a linguist and a comedian. And if you do go into AI, you're definitely going to run across Chomsky and his theories of language. You know. Large language models.
So I write. I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream. I don't seek anything but to at least scream so my pain is heard by one other soul out there who may feel what I feel.
This will be a free-flowing document with no specific goals or structure. Just my thoughts as they come to me.