Dave vs. Grok

If you trust Grok, your head's a cock

(Thanks to reader and friend Gina who suggested I do an Amazon wish list for my b-day. Here you go - four reasonably-priced shirts I like!)

Now on to the column.

Will you numbskulls stop it with the Grok already?

Musk’s made Imagine free for all. Go create, I don’t know, porn of cheerleaders blowing baboons or Fuentes jacking off tentacles or whatever the hell you freaks are into.

But enough with the Grok. I know people who do nothing all day on X but ask Grok to side with them. Like Grok is Solomon or something.

Quit it.

Grok and I have a poor relationship. Holocaust deniers routinely get their kicks posting my 1990s videos and TV appearances and asking, “hey Grok - how can you explain what this JEW says about the Holocaust?” or “hey Grok, explain WOODEN DOORTHS!”

And Grok always responds by calling me a Holocaust denier who “recanted” in 1998 because of “JDL threats,” and I always correct Grok that A) I’m not a denier, but an anti-denier, B) I never “recanted” because of threats; I left “revisionism” of my own accord in 1994, affirming exterminations and gas chambers, and C) claiming I was “forced to recant” plays into the hands of deniers because it reinforces their myth that I’m a secret denier who only pretends to be otherwise because the “JDL” (the members of which are long dead) are “threatening my family” (the members of which are also long dead).

Every time I correct Grok, the big eTard is like “duh, sowwy! I’ll wemember the convewsation and cowect it next time.”

Time…

After time…

After time…

After time…

Leave it to autist Musk to create brain-damaged AI.

But last week was Grok at its “finest.”

It started when “Uncommon Sense,” the pro-Hitler, “the Holocaust didn’t happen but it should’ve” account that Musk retweeted in February to complete media silence (except from me, in this column that led to Takimag banning me from criticizing Musk), posted (yet again, for maybe the 100th time) a clip of my April 1992 appearance on the Montel Williams Show on CBS.

In this particular clip, a dumbass audience member named Chris - a friend of Mark Weber, who appeared alongside me on the show - stands up and demands to know why HE, as a Ukrainian, isn’t getting reparations from Israel because Jews Holocausted him during the Holodomor.

Holodumb and Holodumbor. Chris, who has a very Irish surname and a fondness for stupid hats, has a habit of being an idiot. I’d asked Mark not to bring him (all panelists were allowed seven invited audience members). So when Chris did his “durr, I be Ukrainian, where my bucks?” shtick, I laughed, which the camera caught.

My laugh was like, “fuckin’ Mark, I told you not to bring this clod.”

Mark and I were on the show to discuss Holocaust historiography, not Ukraine, not “slavery and da Jews” (another unwanted question, this time asked by a black audience member). So Chris’ comment derailed the discussion.

Here’s what Musk’s beloved “Uncommon Sense” tweeted:

^ Chris O’krainian with his unthinking cap…

^ Me finding it funny, as a genius denier invites Grok into the discussion and asks “then why do the Jew laughs?” (no wonder Musk considers these people our greatest natural resource).

And Grok answers:

Grok knows me, to whatever extent AI can “know” anybody. Grok knows what I looked like in 1992, Grok knows the Montel show (having been asked about it hundreds of times by deniers), and Grok obviously knows I’m an American Jew and not Ukrainian. Yet Grok’s reply to the “then why do the Jew laughs” retard is to identify audience member Chris as me, and to falsely accuse me of claiming Ukrainian descent.

Okay, to you this is either funny (it is), or me “whining” (BTW, that’s a comment section instaban). But in fact it’s an instructive example of how AI can theoretically jack a person up, if given too much authority to do so.

Yeah, it’s funny now, because it’s inconsequential. Grok misidentified me and leveled a charge of fraud against me.

Take a moment to imagine a future scenario in which the circumstances are not inconsequential.

Of course, I replied to Grok:

And here we go again…Grok’s sobered up and gives me flowers the morning after.

Again, it’s funny because it’s inconsequential.

But please, stop seeing Grok as some kind of “final word” on anything. Just like with Musk’s damaged brain, there are bugs in that circuitry.

Days after the “false Ukrainian” stupidity, Grok does seem to have at least recognized that I’m not a denier. But it can’t seem to purge that “recanted under threats” myth from its system.

And the morning-after apology flowers keep on coming…

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