It's Coming
- Bruno@Racingwithbruno
- Aug 1
- 3 min read
All of it.
SkyNet.
Terminators.
The whole fuckin' thing.
And before you tell me I'm crazy, look around.
Everybody is sprinting to replace human beings with AI like it's the greatest invention since sliced bread. Nobody seems to stop and ask, "What happens next?"
Massive disruption.
That's what happens.
Not a little inconvenience.
Massive.
Companies have already turned their websites into a never-ending game of Where's Fuckin Waldo?
I don't know who designs these things, but I often wonder who's the eight-year-old in the room—and that's no insult to eight-year-olds. Most of them have better common sense.
Who decided that making customers click five or six times to find something they used to reach in one click was progress?
Who?
How is burying information under layers of menus and animations considered "improving the user experience?"
It's not.
It's horrifying.
Today RacingWithBruno had a disruption because Wix went down.
Was I surprised?
Not really.
I've watched it coming.
Glitchy pages.
Updates nobody asked for.
Features replacing functionality.
Design replacing common sense.
Every update seems to come with another layer of unnecessary complexity.
Just because one software engineer thinks something looks "cool" doesn't mean it makes life easier for the people actually using it.
Here's a novel concept.
Stop making me Fuckin' hunt for Fuckin' Waldo.
I don't care about Waldo.
I don't want to find Waldo.
F*ck him....
I want to find what I came for.
As quickly as possible.
Now let's talk handicapping.
We've got people proudly announcing they're handicapping with AI.
Really?
So now Arnold Schwarzenegger's voice is going to tell me he likes the 3-horse in the seventh at Saratoga......right before his handicapping arm turns into a titanium blade.
What the actual fuck?
People ask me all the time if I use AI.
Sure.
Once in a while I'll ask it a question.
Then I spend the next fifteen minutes verifying the answer because the internet is overflowing with garbage, misinformation, half-truths, recycled opinions, and people repeating things they heard from another guy who got it wrong in the first place.
AI learns from what's out there.
And what's out there isn't always knowledge, most of it misinformation.
Sometimes it's just noise with good marketing.
Case in point.
There's already a chorus of social media experts proclaiming Dream More is the winner of the 2027 Kentucky Derby.
"You heard it here first!"
Really?
The horse hasn't even had a chance to write his own story.
Why are they saying it?
Simple.
He brought over a million dollars at auction.
That's enough for today's social media prophets.
Make an absolute prediction.
Speak with complete certainty.
Collect likes.
Collect followers.
Rinse and Repeat.
I might as well start posting that I'm growing a larger independent appendage and see how many followers that gets me.
I'm not.
But you understand the point.
Outrage and outrageous claims travel faster than thoughtful analysis.
Maybe Dream More becomes a Derby winner.
Maybe he doesn't.
Maybe he's brilliant.
Maybe he never makes it to the first Saturday in May.
How about we let him run a fuckin' race or two before engraving the trophy?
Here's the part that should make everyone think.
Ask AI today who might win the 2027 Kentucky Derby.
What will it find?
Thousands of posts declaring Dream More the next superstar.
The machine doesn't know whether those opinions came from experienced horsemen or somebody chasing clicks from their mother's basement while scarfing a bowl of fuckin Captain Crunch.
It just knows the information exists.
And that's how it starts.
Opinion slowly becomes accepted fact because enough people repeated it.
That's not intelligence.
That's an echo chamber with electricity and cattle prod.
SkyNet doesn't have to become self-aware overnight.
It just has to convince enough people to stop thinking for themselves.
As for handicapping...
I'll take Sarah Connor.
Maybe John Connor if Sarah's busy.
At least they know how to fight machines.
Me?
I'm going to keep using my eyes.
My stopwatch.
My experience.
And whatever common sense this game hasn't beaten out of me yet.
And one more thing...
Fuck Waldo.
I'm tired of looking for his scrawny little fucker every time I need to find something that used to be right in front of me.
