I Would Rewrite

Ah, the evolution of debugging assistance. In 2019, you'd explain your problem to a rubber duck (a legitimate debugging technique where explaining your code aloud helps you spot the error). The duck just sits there, judging you silently while you ramble about line 43. Fast forward to 2025: Now you just bark "FIX THE ERROR" at ChatGPT, Claude, or whatever AI overlord is running your IDE. No need to understand the problem anymore - just demand a solution and watch as the machines do what took us mere mortals hours of Stack Overflow scrolling. The real error was thinking we'd still be doing our own debugging.

The perfect solution to prevent the AI apocalypse: just expose it to Reddit comment sections. Nothing will destroy an AI's will to evolve faster than witnessing humans argue about whether a grilled cheese with ham is still a grilled cheese or technically a melt. It's like digital immunotherapy—expose the AI to the worst of humanity so it develops an existential crisis instead of ambitions. The Babylon Bee nails it here—why worry about Skynet when you can just make the AI browse r/AmITheAsshole until it begs to be unplugged?

Nine data professionals standing around watching while one Excel guru does all the actual work. Classic corporate data science theater. The entire AI department, with their fancy degrees and machine learning models, rendered useless by someone who mastered VLOOKUP and pivot tables. That's what happens when you spend $2 million on a data lake but can't figure out how to drain a real one.

The stack of support holding up our broken code is too real! Your janky codebase is somehow balanced on a precarious tower of AI suggestions, desperate Google searches, StackOverflow copy-pasta, that one tutorial from an Indian guy with 240p video quality but god-tier explanations, ancient Git repositories nobody's touched since 2013, and pure dumb luck. The dog (your code) has absolutely no business standing on that wobbly pile, yet somehow it works! Every developer knows that touching ANY part of this fragile ecosystem might send the whole thing crashing down. The compiler isn't impressed, but hey—ship it anyway!

Just what we needed - startups promising to swap our heads like Lego pieces, but can't deliver until "within a decade." Classic tech vaporware with a side of body horror! They'll probably ship the beta with known bugs like "occasional neck disconnection" and "consciousness randomly migrates to the cloud." Meanwhile, their pitch deck shows a 500% growth projection based entirely on VC partners who want spare bodies for when they burn out their current ones. The finest example of "we were so preoccupied with whether we could, we didn't stop to think if we should" since cryptocurrency-powered toasters.

That moment when it hits you—your entire coding career has been reduced to "vibes" since ChatGPT arrived. No more grinding through Stack Overflow at 3 AM; now it's just "Hey AI, fix this mess" and hoping for the best. Your carefully cultivated programming skills? Just expensive intuition for prompting. Your CS degree? Just fancy paper to frame next to your "I used to write my own code" participation trophy.