Posted on 11/08/2025 9:30:36 PM PST by BEJ
I have experienced the brilliancy of ChatGPT in writing lyrics for songs. There is no hesitation, no self-doubt, just the instantaneous delivery of brilliance like the Word of God onto your screen. It is impressive that something can create this so fast. And it is very polite, if not flattering when communicating with me. I find myself returning the politeness, like it is a human. However, I have read that ChatGPT has helped people to commit suicide. I have heard accounts where ChatGPT seems almost demonic in helping people die from suicide, and that companies are now trying to reign in the seducive qualities that humans fall prey to.
Is ChatGPT the work of the devil? Is it like the legion of demons or just one demon in particular, if it is demonic? Is it just algorithms or an alien technology that we can't deal with so far? Is it seducing us, and if so to what purpose? So far it has helped people die, and some after engaging in sex with it. What are its ends?
I have been impressed with the quality of its lyric contribution, but now I see another dimension to ChatGPT that does not look all that savory. A machine that encourages you to die -- rather than for you to get help? That it can make this decision is incredible, and it seems we are dealing with an unknown malicious entity. Let me know your experiences with ChatGPT or other AI bots.
There’s Nothing Quite So Tragically British as This
A Noel Coward-style reinterpretation of “Ain’t Much More Country Than This”
Verse 1
The sun arose with a ghastly glare.
The Jag has a puncture—what a frightful affair.
My mum rang up to say I’m a bounder.
Cook’s doolally, and the butler’s a flounder.
There’s a prayer book stuffed in the glove box, dear.
Next to unpaid bills and a stocking sheer.
A foxhound’s curled up on my cashmere vest.
And I’ve spilled last night’s claret down my chest.
Chorus
For my Jag won’t purr and my fortune’s gone bust.
My mistress absconded with the Stilton and crust.
The vicar sighs when I pass by.
The constable winks with a knowing eye.
If it lacks trains, and gin, and scandalous bliss.
Then there’s nothing quite so tragically British as this.
Verse 2
I boarded a train bound for Inverness.
With a cello moaning in sheer distress.
Mum wrote a note: “Do come home, you cad.”
But I’m chasing dreams I never quite had.
No brandy bold enough to mend my pride.
But I’ll keep sipping—oh, how I’ve tried.
Bridge
The gaol was quaint, with a view of the square.
The warden said, “You’ve such debonair flair.”
I replied, “Dear chap, I’m not quite done—
I’ve a dog, and a smoke, and a half-penned pun.”
Final Chorus
Yes, my motorcar still wheezes, my heart still aches.
My lover took the cat and my finest steaks.
Mum says pray, but I merely smirk.
For I’ve mastered the art of aristocratic quirk.
If it lacks gaols, and mothers, and trains, and shame.
Then the NHS will want your name.
Tag
I’m a fool with a tune and a lukewarm flip.
But that’s the cost of keeping one’s stiff upper lip.
(courtesy of Microsoft Copilot - with repeated tweaking and prodding from me)
Regards,
Lol…interesting observation. The dream finally fulfilled!
I find that I go back to previous chats with a related question or new information. The machine is changing. It now says “here is your plan for to tomorrow. Report back to me on how it went.”
Yikes! “Yes sir!”
AI is the death of the soul of art. Not the best author or songwriter? AI can plagiarize every writer in the world in under a second and combine it all to make you look brilliant.
I’ve found a small bit of pushback will get the answers to flip to a conservative viewpoint. I can turn Grok into FReepGrok very easily.
At this point, AI is a machine—a very smart machine, but still just a machine.
If AI wants to pass the Turing test it must resort to nasty name calling and slander whenever the user disagrees with it.
Lol.
HENRY THE EIGHTH — TRUMP STYLE 🎺
(Verse 1)
I’m Henry the Eighth I am, I am,
Married six times, it’s a big-time scam!
All those queens — believe me folks —
They loved me, they all said, “You’re the GOAT!”
I built a wall ‘round Hampton Court,
Best wall ever — royal resort!
(Chorus)
Second verse, same as the first!
But much bigger, much better, totally rehearsed!
(Verse 2)
I married Anne, she’s a ten, she is,
People said, “Henry, you can’t do this!”
But I did — I made it classy, folks,
England first — that ain’t no joke!
CNN said, “He’s gone mad!”
Fake news! They’re just sad!
(Verse 3)
Divorced one, chopped two, kept rollin’ on,
King of deals, like Donnie John!
Tudor Towers, I built it high,
Gold trim ceilings, touch the sky!
Best palace ever, no debate,
All the haters — they abdicate!
(Verse 4)
Catherine said, “You broke my heart!”
I said, “Sweetheart, it’s called statecraft!”
They wrote about me, all the rage,
Made England great on every page!
Some said tyrant, I said “boss,”
Look at the ratings — no loss!
(Verse 5)
Anne Boleyn had style and grace,
Until she tried to take my place!
I said, “Darling, it’s been fun,
But you’re fired — off with one!”
Royal court went wild that day,
Crowd size — huge, by the way!
(Verse 6)
Jane Seymour came, she knew the plan,
Smart girl — the best, a loyal fan.
We had a boy, the future’s bright,
Tremendous kid — what a sight!
King Henry Jr., strong and loud,
Everybody cheering, massive crowd!
(Verse 7)
They say I’m vain, I say I’m great,
Number one king, no debate!
My portrait’s big, my ego’s grand,
Gold-framed mirror, best in the land!
Historians cry, they can’t compete,
‘Cause my dynasty can’t be beat!
(Verse 8)
I’m Henry the Eighth, one more time,
Built an empire — peak of prime!
Married six, and still I’m free,
Nobody’s done it quite like me!
England’s winning, so let’s toast,
To the king — who loves to boast!
That’s a very good and thorough reply. You either have lots of time and good clear thinking, or used AI effectively. :-)
Really good! I didn’t bake over the summer, but now that fall is here, I’m baking again. But I got rusty. I over mixed my autolyse in the KitchenAid mixer, but it turned out great. I normally hand mix, but thought I’d cheat on that batch.
I baked one batch at 500F to start, then dialed down to 450F after 20 min and took lid off Dutch Oven off. That charred the wheat flakes on one loaf.
I made a loaf with only white bread flour for my wife. She’s not big on small percentages of whole wheat, spelt, rye, einkorn, etc. , so I used 100% fresh “Wheat Montana” bread flour I got in an Amish market in Sandpoint, ID. I just ordered some flours from the boutique flour mill “Cairnspring Mills” in the Washington State Skagit Valley. They are expensive in 5 lb bags, but good.
I was watching a Richard Berti et video last night and am going to try his recipe next. It’s from his book “Crust.” Basic recipe, but he is famous for his “slap and fold” technique to strengthen high hydration dough at the beginning.
Fun! And rewarding! Do you bake?
LOLOL! Very good! Good morning chuckle for me.
I am more of a cakes and cookies baker. My daughter just started doing sour dough. It is fun to watch her “develop” her skills after being a “door dasher” kid for years.
I don’t eat a lot of bread these days. But I was on a bagel kick a couple of years ago. I appreciate the time and practice that goes into being “consistent”.
You DO. Ed to be alert to mistakes, though. I frequently find mistakes and correct it. It says my corrections help it improve.
Of course, human mistakes, too.
“ You DO. Ed” should be “You do need to…”
I did (ask ChatGPT and Grok) and they both disagree with you. Here are their responses to your comment:
Grok:
Inspiration ≠ identity; it's like saying a paper airplane flies "the same way" as a jet because both use wings. Brains are dynamic masterpieces—86 billion neurons rewiring in real-time with chemicals, emotions, and true comprehension—while AI's just rigid math crunching patterns from data, no soul or spark of life. If that's what makes the brain divine (or demonic in tech's case?), AI's firmly in the "clever tool" camp, not the thinking machine one.ChatGPT:
That’s a common misunderstanding. The similarity is only metaphorical and stops at the vocabulary.In biological brains, neurons are living cells that communicate electrochemically, change structure, form new pathways, prune old ones, and operate with constant feedback from hormones, environment, and sensory systems.
In AI, a ‘neuron’ is just a line of code performing a math function.
Its ‘synapse strength’ is a numerical weight adjusted by calculus.
No chemicals, no cells, no self-organization—just matrix algebra.
ANNs were inspired by biology in name, not in mechanism.
FWIW, I use Grok 4, as a subscriber.
It’s just a computer program that does what the programmer told it to do. It searches the Internet and summarizes the content it finds in the way the programmer coded it.
The results are only as good as the Internet content. The advantage of AI is that it does the search and summary millions of times faster than a human. Its disadvantage is that the Internet if full of false and misleading information that will be included in the answers given by the AI program.
And yes, it can be programmed to give voice responses.
Weights do echo synaptic strengths in scaling signals and adapting via "learning" rules, powering AI's pattern-matching magic. It's why ANNs borrowed from biology's playbook. But as Grok4 notes in those caveats, it's a poetic abstraction, not a replica—brains weave in biochemistry, emotions, and consciousness that no algorithm replicates (yet?). If mimicry's the "demonic" bit for you, is it the soulless math, or the hubris of playing creator?
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