AI Funding Needs To Stop

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The unholy fusion of dog and ostrich is the perfect mascot for modern coding—front-end looking majestic while the backend is just winging it. "It gets most of its code from StackOverflow" hits way too close to home for anyone who's ever built a "custom solution" by stitching together 17 different answers from 2014. And that smug little "ChatGPT is a better programmer than you" caption? Pure psychological warfare. The real joke is we're all just three keyboard shortcuts away from being replaced by an AI that learned to code by scraping the same StackOverflow posts we did. The circle of technical debt is complete!

Congratulations, humanity. We've spent decades perfecting calculators—devices with the singular purpose of doing math correctly—only to replace them with AI that guesses answers like a hungover liberal arts major. Language models see "2+2" and think "hmm, these symbols often appear near '4' in text, so that's probably right" instead of, you know, adding . It's like building a toaster that occasionally decides your bread would be better as soup. The irony is exquisite—we've created systems smart enough to write poetry but too "creative" to remember that math has actual rules.

When you ask Jules AI to help with your configuration and it decides security is for the weak. From port 443 (HTTPS) to 8080 (plain HTTP), SSL disabled, and the cherry on top—replacing your environment variable with a hardcoded "password" literally called "dummy." This is what happens when you let AI write your security config. Next up: storing credit card numbers in a public GitHub repo called "definitely_not_important_stuff."

Microsoft's product strategy in a nutshell. They're like that friend who "fixes" your perfectly working setup by removing the stuff you actually use and adding bloat nobody asked for. Windows users watching in horror as another update replaces functional tools with AI assistants that can't assist with anything except sending your data to the mothership. The crowd's expression says it all: "Here we go again with this nonsense." At this point, we're all just hostages to whatever brilliant idea Redmond cooks up next.

Look at this good boy pretending to be a "programmer" by wearing glasses and sitting in front of chemistry equipment. The modern equivalent of putting on a stethoscope and claiming you're a doctor. Prompt engineering isn't programming, Karen. Asking ChatGPT to build you a website is like asking a golden retriever to perform surgery—sure, they're enthusiastic about helping, but someone else is definitely cleaning up that mess later. The real irony? The dog probably has a better chance of writing functional code than someone whose entire tech stack is "Hey ChatGPT, fix this thing I broke."