Musings, observations, lamentations, exhortations, rants, raves, political perturbations, and odious cultural ennui tempered with copious amounts of Johnny Walker wisdom,* based not on AI but on actual I, and my proprietary blend of non-GMO life experience, gluten-free observational skills, and NGO analytical acumen as I bounce around the pinball machine of life.
Perhaps only my steering wheel is capable of making more than a quarter turn. Perhaps many drivers have serious range-of-motion issues with their arms and are incapable of turning theirs any further. I don’t want to come across as picking on the genuinely physically handicapped, but this situation has reached epidemic proportions.
