

At first, I wondered why Comer would be opposing this sort of oligarchy-engineering. Maybe he’s just sniffing around to get his cut? But it could be Niemöller’s ghost finally rising to a level that reaches Comer.
And the CEO said:
- First they came for the artists, and I did not speak out because I have no heart.
- Then they came for the writers, and I did not speak out because I have no soul.
- Then they came for the actors, and I did not speak out because I have no emotions.
- Then they came for the software engineers, and I did not speak out because I have no mind.
- Then they came for the infosec people, and I did not speak out because I have no wisdom.
- Then they came for me. And the artists, writers, actors, software engineers, and infosec people laughed derisively at me. So I called James Comer.
The oligarchs might love this, but the third string C-suite execs that dine with Comer at the finest gas-station barbecue place in Paducah? The AIs have finally come for them.





You can inflect them to imply all three things go in, but I prefer pausing after each comma, suggesting that the third item in the list includes “in the ass” as part of its identifier.