Jabbering and laughably geriatric Rupert Goodwin groans 'Get off my lawn!'; spilling his senility swill all over the singularitarian sycophants. A stalwart moo

Jabbering and laughably geriatric Rupert Goodwin groans 'Get off my lawn!'; spilling his senility swill all over the singularitarian sycophants. A stalwart moore's law mooter masterminds against the myths of demon-summoning Musk the martian overpopulator and makes mockery of Hawking the Ad-hock Spock-talker. A luddite weasel word windbag from linearland soothsays naysayers with another numbingly nominal caveat-riddled AI narrow now and forever 'nuffsaid. An obstinate bunghole spelunker debunks from his spooge-buttered AI winter dunce bunker. From unsupervised pulpit comes a sump-pumping ass-pastor's anti-diluvian Deepmind denuding diatribe defusing the delinquent debut of an indocile data detonation.