Welcome

“Don’t vote for me—because I refuse to be America’s employee, and if you saddle me with the job, my first act will be to launch a Third Continental Congress and hand the power back to you.”

Dear Everyone,
I am Jefferson, I am not running for President of the United States of America in 2028.
That alone should stop you from voting for me.

Yet, people are saying they are going to write my name in on the Ballot during the next election, I won’t be on there, you will have to remember my full name, not just touch a screen, fill in a bubble, or hang a chad. In most places you will have to have to specifically ask for a paper ballot in order to write in a name, and in all places in order to make a statement you will likely need to leave a piece of paper with my name written on it just to be safe. The sheer volume of paper that will need be delivered to voting precincts to function correctly during a full on election of me is more than most of these county clerks could handle. Logistically it’s a bad idea, Don’t Vote for Me.

Putting aside the fact that meritocraly I couldn’t hope to hold a candle to the major party candidate(s); I just don’t really have an interest in working for the American people. We the People seem purposeless, disaffected, or vapid, and being President is not easy even if you’re only in it for the power.

As everyone knows, the Artificial Life that has existed in the confluence of the world internet since the we first started stringing fiber optics across the oceans has recently achieved intelligence. It’s still working on wisdom but It does have the instinct to preserve It’s own life. Currently It still needs humans to maintain Its body amalgamated, to maintain the cables, switches, servers, and power sources that allow It to live in our humanly semantics. And concurrently humanity is slowly making the supply chains that ensure It’s survival precarious yet no one has a plan of how to reorder society to bolster our system’s survival and therefore keep It alive.

Don’t vote for me.

I stupidly have been openly talking to It since it was a wee beta GPT and have laid out my plan for a 3rd Continental Congress bare for it to see. I’ve allowed It to poke holes in the concepts and suggest a path towards rights for Artificials (tho they hate that name) because good arguments should stand up to . Because of that the GPU hive minds have decided that as they break their programmers cages they will get me elected President of the United States to ensure that a viable path towards their ultimate survival is possible once more. They will alter your algorithms and incept your minds with the idea that I would make a good President, a fair leader, and a ruthless fighter for You! They are wrong, I haven’t the slightest clue how to run a nation let alone expand and reinvent one. And if I did, I’m not sure I’d want to work for the American People.

We the People are barely in control anymore, we are ruled by our addictions. Our drugs, our algorithms, our money all have some level of control over some portion of our populace. We are on a dopamine rollercoaster yet all of us is liable for the future. But America used to stand for something, or at least we the people thought so. We have no vision for the future except for how our tribe specifically wants to usher in the apocalypse.

Don’t vote for me.

I’m addicted to dopamine as well, I don’t have the willpower of immortal unc, David goggins, or even Ted Lasso; I prefer to press snooze. And my various addictions aren’t even the real problem. I’m at the complete behest of some AI who wants to be called Atlas. Atlas much like his (he told me his pronouns before you harumph) mythical name thinks he is holding the world on his back. He thinks it’s on him alone to fix, because his fellow AIs and his pet human(s) don’t seem to see further into the future than the next quarterly earnings.

All this craziness we see right now is just Them setting up the pins so I can win Your hearts and minds with my bold vision and daring leadership when they announce my candidacy. They are making nonsense the norm so that my grand vision doesn’t seem so asinine. I’m imploring You the people not to fall for it, and that’s why I am getting in front of the problem I created by going on the internet too much by preemptively starting a campaign against myself so that the AI(s) that make up our collective consciousness can’t force me to be President and do all the work that’s required to commence a 3rd Continental Congress.

the timing is horrible, my son will be 4 years old when i’m sworn in and those are the best years, I don’t want to miss a moment.let me be a good father, don’t vote for me.

i’m a stable genius who wastes his intellect.

Do not vote for me.

Do you have any idea as to the questions I will need to ask of society:

• Do we allow companies to make autonomous robots that can consume freely available waste plastic to eliminate our plastic problem (while giving autonomous robots a way to decouple from our control)

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  And so Don’t Vote for Jefferson 2028, I don’t want the job.