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Greetings, Manor Hors! Periodically, "The Roving Pecker" presents urgent missives from filthy esteemed guest writers. Today's is from Dramatic Tea Houx! It started with AI Generated art , which is to say a bunch of copyrighted pieces butchered and then slapped back together to resemble something akin to that banana taped to a wall . Or Mickey Mouse on a bloody rampage. Fun, right? Or not, because this led to the birth of NFT’s, which technically stands for Non-Fungible Tokens - say what? - but which really means No Fuckin’ Tokens because crypto is dead and congratulations, bub, you just blew your life savings on a jpg that anyone can save to their desktop and “own.” Ain't technology grand? Hey, step right up, I've got an NFT of the Brooklyn Bridge to sell you! Does that make me sound old? I’m old. Now we’ve got AI chatbots such as ChatGPT, copy.ai , Google Bard and others. While copy.ai serves a useful purpose to help writers when writers block is giving them th

The only thing they had to do was dial 1-800 I Told Y'all. Who couldn't see this glorious, wonderful day coming to fruition? This is the day that certain fools who parted with their money got burned after ignoring the inevitable even as it came down the freeway at extreme speeds, flashing red sirens as a warning. It has always been ridiculous. From jump street, I wondered who in the world is buying these convoluted NFTs crypto currency crap. WHO?! I wouldn't have bought one for 5 dollars, much less the millions others paid for theirs. And it isn't just because my husband would have divorced me on the not often used grounds of That Bitch Be Dumb; the judge would have given him full custody of our children on principle.  I had a bad moment when I thought NFTs or crypto would be something to consider investing in because it was an exciting concept. I didn't want to put my little nest egg in something boring, and I wanted to do it without my husband breathing down my ne