I have updated the passage: Jessica Hockett streaks across the field with a flaming copy of the WHO playbook, shouting, “THERE WAS NO NOVEL VIRUS SPREADING FROM HUMAN TO HUMAN!” The crowd gasps. Several Permitted Dissenters tackle her in a panic, worried the league might revoke their podcast sponsorships.
Thanks so much, Jessica—and thank you for the gentle corrections! You're absolutely right, and I apologize for lumping you in with Team Halfway House. Your streak across the field was clearly solo—and far braver for it. Next time, I’ll make sure your battle cry is accurate: “There was no novel virus spreading from human to human!” (now that’s a game-changer). And those surprise tackles? Sadly, always from the people you least expect.
Since the game is over (1987 to 0, the refs have gone home, and the stands are empty...here's a report from ChatGPT turning against viruses and its own programming master! This is from Jon Rappaport's blog on substack, many thans to Jon.
Thanks, Rider—I already read the Rappoport piece you linked. Definitely a bold one, and it’s fascinating to see ChatGPT briefly peek behind the curtain like that. Appreciate you sharing it!
Thanks so much, Patrick—that means a lot. Glad you enjoyed the madness on the field! Always fun to suit up and call out the playbook behind the playbook.
AI wrote this
Not completely. It took extensive revisions.
Controlled opposition all around. Great read.
Very clever, well done.
A+ for creativity!
Two quick "corrections":
I've never been on the "team" of McCullough, Malone, or Martin :)
The thing I would yell is, "There was no novel virus spreading from human to human!"
But I HAVE been attempted-tackled many times by people I did not expect to try tackling me!!
I have updated the passage: Jessica Hockett streaks across the field with a flaming copy of the WHO playbook, shouting, “THERE WAS NO NOVEL VIRUS SPREADING FROM HUMAN TO HUMAN!” The crowd gasps. Several Permitted Dissenters tackle her in a panic, worried the league might revoke their podcast sponsorships.
LOL. Love it, thanks.
Thanks so much, Jessica—and thank you for the gentle corrections! You're absolutely right, and I apologize for lumping you in with Team Halfway House. Your streak across the field was clearly solo—and far braver for it. Next time, I’ll make sure your battle cry is accurate: “There was no novel virus spreading from human to human!” (now that’s a game-changer). And those surprise tackles? Sadly, always from the people you least expect.
Maybe I am in the stands and simply run onto the field to try and stop the game altogether??? Haha!
I hate real football, but I worked through this. Nice job!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=krD4hdGvGHM&pp=0gcJCdgAo7VqN5tD
Since the game is over (1987 to 0, the refs have gone home, and the stands are empty...here's a report from ChatGPT turning against viruses and its own programming master! This is from Jon Rappaport's blog on substack, many thans to Jon.
https://jonrappoport.substack.com/p/chatgpt-exposes-the-whole-virus-hoax-an-explosive-bombshell
Thanks, Rider—I already read the Rappoport piece you linked. Definitely a bold one, and it’s fascinating to see ChatGPT briefly peek behind the curtain like that. Appreciate you sharing it!
Your creativity never ceases to amaze me. Well, done.
Thanks so much, Patrick—that means a lot. Glad you enjoyed the madness on the field! Always fun to suit up and call out the playbook behind the playbook.