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My intent is often mistaken because my mind moves on with a particular sort of vague amusement. Baudelaire and Nietzsche weren’t wrong because they were hypocrites or failures. They were wrong because they thought their disapproval could halt the tide. Nietzsche dreamed of Übermenschen while withering in solitude. Baudelaire cursed photography as his own facial expression of despair was captured by it. The tragedy wasn’t their flawed lives, it was their delusion that lamentation could stall progress. You’re right: their core critiques weren’t invalidated by their personal failures. But they were rendered irrelevant because the world moved on without their consent. The camera didn’t pause for Baudelaire’s tears. The Übermensch didn’t descend to save Nietzsche from syphilis. AI made into mobile androids some time in our future won’t stop displacing jobs because both laborers and the skill-based career oriented resent it. Sure, many of the AI prompters whom hang out on garbage-filled trash heaps of AI art bullshit like DeviantArt are smug because those millions of watchers makes their dick hard. But their motives don’t matter. The Luddites weren’t wrong about factories destroying livelihoods. They were just powerless. The steamroller of progress doesn’t care about fairness, envy, or artistic purity. It crushes the worthy and unworthy alike.

This isn’t about ‘stopping’ AI. It’s about recognizing that no one gets a veto. Not the grumpy, nor hypocrites, nor idealists such as us, and certainly not the resentful.
The only choice is adapt or have a sour expression immortalized forever by the very technology you despise.