I don’t have enough intelligence to write a page on each subject let alone all three. I’m just going to think out loud for a few minutes. Chatty T (an easier way to pronounce Chat GBT) won’t be engaged, not a bit of coin invested, and no mention of describing our president’s hair as a tariff. But imagine his blondish fluffery…a stylist might name it tariff.

Now, artificial intelligence is decades old. Someone mentioned the 70’s. The term was coined (Not bitcoined) in the 50’s. Most people have an aversion to employing its magic hop, skip, and jump over our own synapses. Many, including myself, are scared it will swap out our humanity for blobby bodies, electrodes pasted all over our cranium, with an intravenous nourishment drip, drip, dripping.

I listened to several pods on AI and its potential positives seem to equal its post human negative effects. The thing is. Here’s the thing. It’s a tool. Humans use tools for good or evil. Take nuclear fission, for example.

Anyway, Bitcoin. I haven’t studied up on this at all. I dare you to ask someone on the street what it is and I’ll wager 90% won’t have a clue. Here’s something I haven’t hear yet: “Hey, bud, can you spare a bitcoin for a guy who’s down on his luck?”

I shot the tariff, but I didn’t shoot the deputy. Tariffs are also a tool, somewhat like a crowbar to pry up some trading fairness. That sounds simplistic but this device is shaking, rattling, and rolling the world economic dance floor. I’m glad it is calming a bit (not bitcoin). “We’ll see what happens,” said Mr. President Tariff hair. AI-yai-yai-yai, or aye yi yi, or if I want to sound more Mexican ay, ay, ay, ay. (Those are the choices Chatty-T gave me)