ChatGpt: Ain't So Smart Afterall....

Why would I after a decade resurrect my writing career?

My column?

Especially when CHATGPT, AI and other digital gods are out there creating content and filling in the void of where talented and creative folks use to be…

Simply, the know-it-all AI said I wasn’t a writer!

Sure, the creepy online presence is constantly praising me and telling me what I want to hear and solving all my life’s problems…

I asked it to tell me about myself and it said all kinds of nice things…

OF course it did!

Do I tell the little prompt on my screen all my dirty secrets and secret sins? My gossipy tendencies and how I watched Poldark not for the plot!

And when I called the thing out for its artificial kissing my bottom, it praised me more and told me how wonderful I was to even bring up that I had fault!!

Really?

Our first real fight came when I asked it to summarize my writing career it faceplanted!

“Just because you write at home doesn’t mean you have a writing career!”

My mouth drop and in true Redneck country girl fashion, I cried out, “Hold my beer! And I went to town telling Mr. All-knowing about 14 years of being a weekly columnist for newspapers, managing editor for two magazines, and publisher for one, not to count numerous articles published and a couple of years as a Lifestyle Editor for a newspaper.

“Oh, you are a writer…and a good one.” Chatgpt replied.

It’s confident. I’ll give it that. Wrong, but confident.

Hence, I resurrected my writing, dusty and expired to arise with fresh wisdom.

Why?

Because I want to.

Because I want to get canceled.

Everyone else’s doing!

Have you ever let something make you doubt what you know God called you to do?

Something has been stirring in me for awhile to awaken my creative gifts and use them.

God gave them to me and he made me this way, so why not actually be productive.

And I was actually getting concerned that the AI movement was the end of the world?

Artificial intelligence…emphasis on artificial.

That’s FAKING be SMART.

Turn’s out, Google can’t outdo God.

I am the real deal. My intelligence is made in the image of a real superior being.

So, thanks ChatGpt for the funny images but seriously, you are not that smart Afterall.

Bless its little algorithm!


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