[In which a dumb editorial is run through a GPT-2 machine-learning AI to generate new text. Lines from the actual editorial are marked in red; everything else is written by the computer program. This one is from Joe Soucheray.]
In our year of hanging on, we followed all the rules, just like other businesses trying to make a buck. We have the sign on the door about masks. And we encouraged social distancing, although that is not difficult with our crowd. In this era of change, we should be able to get everyone we like into your organization, whether it is a business, a party or just a group.
A couple decades ago, there was no problem of being in your organization at all, if you so chose. What is your goal now? What is your goal in life that no person can reach, who does not see life through the eyes of their fellow human beings and who is capable of doing what needs to be done?
This is a tough question, because this society is really becoming very socialized and is so much like ours. People who are not socialized yet become very socialized. To say, "I am not socialized, but if I see your beautiful faces, then I will make sure they will be welcomed by this community because I will be helping create the socialization that will lead to a truly inclusive society."
I hope that the first person that comes up for that invitation is a strong young lady. She will be the first person that comes up for my invitation. I hope that that is the story of the year, and maybe of future generations. She will be welcomed from all over the world and we will be able to be part of a movement.
The people telling us to get vaccinated are smarter than the people who think it’s a Bill Gates chip-in-the-brain scam. This is the real cost of vaccination — the same one that keeps our kids at risk every single day.
It's the people who buy our vaccines saying: "Look I need a $200 check. I need them, they have my personal information." They don't care about health care, they won't care about vaccine coverage. They're talking about what people on a local doctor's office call "risk."
That sounds good. That sounds like the kind of message they would like the public to take away from their health care. But this email did not come from a state officials representing any of this. In fact, it came from a state agency just like the one we'll be talking about after the election.
We will be there with or without our hut. This state could not survive two summers in a row without the Fair. It would have done us in. We would lose our being, lose the very sense of ourselves. No politician, dials be damned, would take that risk. We don’t know why, and that unanswered question is part of the magical mystery, but the Fair is who we are. One and only our head lies on the grass, alone, in the forest. Each year, at the end of these two winters, our race starts out the same:
And then comes winter. The days are lengthening, each year, just a little longer.
It might be the most unselfish summer of a generation. Each one of them's parents came here, and there were other families, too, of that time. There used to be an old woman in the town square here, with a long-bellied hair, the best of whom had come back from her day journey to live in a little country house in the backwoods of a great county, so, the two summer children, had seen the fair. And it was the first summer that the Fair never came for them, with any wonder. Because now the people in the village don't call them witches. On their feet, they wear the black or white hoods that now go down to their necks on the white.
We are still waiting for our State Fair application approval. It is unlikely to arrive. Over the years, some of us have applied to sell a variety of concoctions, including my famous bologna, tomatoes and onions served in a paper boat. That didn’t pan out. We are already looking to be sold the rest. A new website has been created, and it is going to be fun work. It has been a very interesting experience getting to taste, and to try some of the very latest, very new fruits.
This weekend, I will be working at my local store to make this amazing ice cream. I will be trying to make this delicious ice cream with just a few ingredients. A single piece of bacon from the shop—and I think this bacon should be—with more bacon in it to add some texture. Here in [Saint Paul], bacon is hard to find. It comes from a land of fat, and meat does not come easy! While cooking, I cook on an egg and the bacon will fall out. This is so easy, you do not have to wash your hands often!
Also, I will try to cook one piece of bacon a day and serve it up warm. That would be fun.
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