I'm predicting that we'll have an AI President by 2050.
Growing up, I had three sisters. One of them was a quiet child, often angry or sullen and sometimes cruel.
One day that person went away.
And then I had a brother.
He was cheerful and warm, finally comfortable in a body he'd wanted his entire life.
Conservatives want to eradicate my brother. I'm here to say that's not going to happen.
Movie writers in the Nineties:
"Could a cavemen use a doorknob?"
"I don't know, George. Maybe?"
And that's 'Encino Man'.
Sometimes, I think the random cracks in my car's paint are an allegory for cracks in my sanity that I'm too stupid to fully grasp.
Or my car is just a piece of crap.