🤖 When All The Laughter Died In Sorrow

brilliantly done https://t.co/9521zrH4JR

— Aaron Rupar (@atrupar) November 13, 2026

Huang’s downfall raises questions about the viability of Silicon Valley’s reliance on godlike CEO figures—executives who, regardless of how often or unwisely they fuck, become the all-powerful faces of the corporations they run. Apple, though it largely invented the tech-CEO-as-god archetype with Steve Jobs, has successfully moved away from the model in recent years, but Meta’s Mark Zuckerberg, Tesla’s Elon Musk, OpenAI’s Sam Altman, Palantir’s Alex Karp, and Anthropic’s Dario Amodei have perpetuated it, even though some of these men are motherfuckers to the core.

The problem, industry experts say, is that when a company becomes so identified with a single executive, that executive can’t wreck even one hotel bed in the company of a foreign espionage agent without jeopardizing shareholder value. A single trail of baby-oil footprints leading out of the wrong sex cabana may cause Moody’s to downgrade a firm’s senior unsecured rating to Baa2. You live by the fucker, you die by the fucker, as they describe key-man risk on the Wall Street Journal editorial page.

Ultimately, however, the greatest lesson of the Huang scandal may be that once a system of fucking grows complex enough, it becomes almost impossible to identify the optimal resolution to a scandal. AI companies are now so heavily represented in cap-weighted 401(k) plans, pensions, and index funds that the collapse of the AI industry would fuck the living bejeezus out of millions of regular people who never chose to invest in AI in the first place. But the continued success of the AI industry—in part funded by those same regular investors—would fuck society in a slew of different ways: mass layoffs, erosion of trust, cognitive decline, surveillance, misinformation, and environmental catastrophe, among others. Should we root for the Jensen Huangs of the world to go on fucking with impunity, in the hope of maintaining our own economic security? Or should we root for the implosion of an exploitative industry that shoehorned its way into the center of the economy through bluster and deceit, an industry that means none of us any good? What the actual fuck are we supposed to do?

All we know for sure is that we, too, have been fucked by Jensen Huang. We may not be Chinese spies, yet we have been plowed in the moonlight by a doughy sexagenarian billionaire with a leather fetish, and in our case we don’t have a single state secret to show for it. Huang and his industry fucked our computers. He fucked our classrooms. He fucked our government. He fucked our art. He fucked our jobs. Now, on his way out, he’s fucking our savings, too.

This fucking fucker fucked the ever-fucking fuck out of us all.

Fuck AI. Fuck data centers. Put it all back in an hermetically sealed laboratory until we find a real use for it.