OFF DECK | 🎾Who Served That Pickleball?
ACES, FOOT FAULTS AND THE DREADED DOUBE FAULT
🎾 Pardon my dyslexia, but let’s be honest—it’s not about how the meat is handled, or the orange baby fat and processed liver ankles at Mickey D’s. The real question today: does “ankle” start with a C or a K? And when satire gets flagged, can I just shrug and say, “Hey, I’m reposting”?
I hesitate to fire up my trusty “Truth Engine 2550,” the GPT assistant I built two years ago for exactly this moment. My dream was to hand it off to others with plenty to say, keeping my satire alive and un-iced. But the powers that be? They aim for the mouth and ask questions later.
This morning I tried to generate an image—flagged, deleted, flagged again. I saw the output, knew there was nothing wrong with it, and yet it got taken away. I returned to the drawing board with a redacted prompt and a heroic run-on sentence. The turning point? Realizing it had nothing to do with the new OpenAI board of directors—it was just my suggestion that a main TV screen resembled a word suspiciously close to “is he real.”
Here, for your enjoyment, is my FBI-style redacted version—skills I picked up on Tik🌮 before Oracle and every other board started to resemble the satirical caricatures in my drafts. Redaction should probably stay in the hands of the actual FBI—they need practice with satire too. And on their behalf, I apologize to the real victims (not the rich ones who’ve been blowing trumpets for five administrations).
Stay tuned for kickoff. Satire isn’t dead—it’s just warming up
TJB | CreatorHuman ™. Kindness Is Contagious. Luckiliy, this one spreads
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