Ugh… just make it stop. Make 2017 stop.
This little buddy has a bit of a speech deficiency, but nevertheless, first word is “Google.” Not “mama” or “dada,” fucking Google.
It’s one thing when Google sends me these targeted ads about products I’ve only had conversations about. I get it. They’re listening to everything, they know everything, they see everything. This is different. They’ve literally begun taking over our minds. First the children, then the rest of us.
I’m moving out into the woods of Montana and getting a flip phone. Try and stop me.
Get ready, you’re next…