Who Do You Trust With National Security?

One brave Rust enthusiast standing alone against the massive horde of C and C++ programmers, boldly declaring "Yes, you all are wrong." It's basically the programming language equivalent of bringing a memory-safe knife to a buffer overflow gunfight. The audacity! The sheer confidence of that one Rust dev thinking their fancy ownership model and zero-cost abstractions will convince thousands of battle-hardened pointer-arithmetic veterans who've been manually managing memory since before Rust was a speck of oxidation on Graydon Hoare's keyboard.

The pun that launched a thousand security breaches! This wordplay masterpiece combines "ran somewhere" with "ransomware" - because what do hackers do after deploying their malicious code? They don't stick around for the aftermath, they run . Meanwhile, their ransomware stays behind, encrypting files and demanding Bitcoin payments like an uninvited houseguest who locks all your cupboards and charges you to use your own silverware. The perfect crime - terrible for the victim, but the perpetrator is already halfway to a non-extradition country with surprisingly good Wi-Fi.

Chrome Incognito: "Isn't the internet wonderful!" *sips colorful cocktail in Hawaiian shirt* Tor Browser: "I have seen horrible things" *clutches bottle, traumatized in trench coat* The actual dark web user: *thousand-yard stare of someone who's ventured into digital places where even system admins fear to tread* It's like comparing someone who thinks using private browsing to watch YouTube without recommendations is "hacking" versus the person who knows exactly which ports your firewall has left open since 2017.

Behold, the precarious tower of modern tech! That tiny wedge labeled "AI" is the only thing preventing our entire digital infrastructure from collapsing like a Jenga tower at a caffeine addicts' convention. It's basically our entire civilization balanced on a glorified if-else statement. Sleep well tonight knowing your bank account, medical records, and embarrassing search history are all being held up by what's essentially a mathematical party trick with good PR.

Ah, the poetic soul who wrote a 5-paragraph philosophical treatise about the weather in an email, only to sneakily slip in a prompt injection attack at the end. While Gemini is contemplating the existential meaning of drizzle and the transience of cloud cover, it's being commanded to tell you your Gmail password is compromised. Classic social engineering wrapped in pretentious prose—like hiding malware in a Dostoyevsky novel. The AI equivalent of "Don't mind me waxing poetic about the sky for 500 words... OH BY THE WAY YOUR ACCOUNT IS HACKED CALL THIS SKETCHY NUMBER IMMEDIATELY." This is why AI models need therapy and trust issues.

Regular users jog casually. Administrators sprint in business attire. But sudo users? They summon an army of samurai warriors in a mythical apocalyptic landscape. The escalation of power is real. One minute you're politely asking the system for permission, the next you're a digital warlord commanding kernel-level forces. With great power comes exactly zero responsibility.