Imagine being arrested for a crime some computer says you’re going to commit in the future. From John and Nisha Whitehead at rutherford.org:
“If one company or small group of people manages to develop godlike digital superintelligence, they could take over the world. At least when there’s an evil dictator, that human is going to die. But for an AI, there would be no death. It would live forever. And then you’d have an immortal dictator from which we can never escape.”—Elon Musk
The Deep State is not going away. It’s just being replaced.
Replaced not by a charismatic autocrat or even a shadowy bureaucracy, but by artificial intelligence (AI)—unfeeling, unaccountable, and immortal.
As we stand on the brink of a new technological order, the machinery of power is quietly shifting into the hands of algorithms.
Under Donald Trump’s watch, that shift is being locked in for at least a generation.
Trump’s latest legislative initiative—a 10-year ban on AI regulation buried within the “One Big Beautiful Bill”—strips state and local governments of the ability to impose any guardrails on artificial intelligence until 2035.
Despite bipartisan warnings from 40 state attorneys general, the bill passed the House and awaits Senate approval. It is nothing less than a federal green light for AI to operate without oversight in every sphere of life, from law enforcement and employment to healthcare, education, and digital surveillance.
This is not innovation.
This is institutionalized automation of tyranny.
This is how, within a state of algorithmic governance, code quickly replaces constitutional law as the mechanism for control.
We are rapidly moving from a society ruled by laws and due process to one ruled by software.
Algorithmic governance refers to the use of machine learning and automated decision-making systems to carry out functions once reserved for human beings: policing, welfare eligibility, immigration vetting, job recruitment, credit scoring, and judicial risk assessments.
The rat faced parasite government is behind it?
I’m sure it will be efficient and manned by the cream of the crop. (honk)
About the time that you think you have it all wrapped up on easy street, life starts throwing knuckleballs.