The Orange Menace described roadside bombs as “a bomb that goes on when you’re driving your little around,” which is not how English, bombs, cars, or presidents are supposed to work.
A roadside bomb is horrifying enough without Grandpa Pudding Brains turning it into Mad Libs from the VA waiting room. You are “driving your little around,” the bomb “goes on,” and suddenly the president is describing dismemberment with the sentence structure of a man trying to remember whether cars have pockets.
America asked for leadership and got Mad Libs with shrapnel.
Well, at least the bomb's not going "off", it's going. . . "on"?
That's better, right?
So about replacing some workers with LLMs...