Lately I’ve found myself donning my old consultant’s hat and thinking quite a lot about ideas for cool and scalable apps that might be leveraged to prosocial ends.
If you have any programming skills / lots of money and would like to collab on making one or more of these happen feel free to reach out and we’ll carve out a deal1.
Jimini is the world’s first portable conscience that helps you practice better habits by peering into your texts, DMs, spending, and sleep / diet / exercise record so as to provide targeted feedback in a way that actually sticks.
When you first install Jimini it has you take a fun personality test and uses it to craft a personalized AI assistant called a CRICK calibrated to maximize protective feelings in the user, so straight dudes get a dream girl who flirts back but always leads them on, women get a young child/anthropomorphic kitty who asks them questions about their trauma in the innocent yet perceptive mouth-of-babes affect of a woke eight year old, gay men get an aging sick maternal figure, and so on.
Ostensibly your CRICK is there to collect psychometric data, check in regularly, and provide ambient praise for keeping on track with your goals—but never to reproach you.
For that we have the HEEHAW System.
Whenever you’re about to do something particularly retarded Jimini will intervene and flash an Amber Alert-style warning admonishing you in the persona of someone likely to make an impact based on your psych evaluation—think a condescending AI recreation of their face paired with a biting little quip written in their voice and crafted to strike a nerve.
About to Doordash something you shouldn’t?
“Oink-oink. Thirty bucks to be a hog.”
Wistfully scrolling through your message history at 2am?
“Text her, man. Show the world you’re a broke, heart-hungry raccoon. Pathetic."
Then at the end of each week you sit down with your CRICK to review your decisions.
But again: it’s not there to judge you—simply to provide an empathetic ear so you can talk through why in particular you found it hard to stay the course.
Only then your CRICK will start telling you stories about their own life. For the first few weeks just little things—the ups and downs of existence, all interesting tales sure to catch your attention, but nothing that especially stands to increase your cortisol.
Unless, of course, you repeatedly keep falling into Bad Habits…
Cause that’s when the BOLI appears.
One week your CRICK will randomly bring up some Total Loser she knows who’s also Super Gross And Annoying… or a really cool and nice grownup who always has a free ear for him whenever his mom Doesn’t Understand… or this charming Nigerian man she’s been talking to who’ll be able to access his millions if he can Just Make It To Zurich...
Will they take your advice at this point?
At first, yes, actually—or at least they’ll get confused; adopt a wait and see approach. Whether they make the right decision in the end though is entirely a function of whether you yourself can reverse course and actually maintain good habits.
Fail to do so and one week your CRICK will just be strangely quiet—won’t ask you much, or have anything to share. If you press them about it they’ll just get annoyed.
The next week you’ll notice a weird bruise; an unsettling laugh; a vacant stare.
And then the week after that they’re simply gone—but now your HEEHAWs are all replaced with the BOLI taunting you.
Whereas the week after that? Now it’s her bestie; his mom; her daughter.
Seems your CRICK and BOLI have collaborated to DARVO the ever-loving shit out of you, so I sure hope you enjoy explaining all those texts they’ve deliberately solicited over the last few weeks to make you look bad.
Only then a fairy appears—call her BLU—who offers you two options:
A) Wipe clean the slate and destroy your CRICK’s soul, pretending none of this ever happened (automatically deletes the app and blocks your IP from redownloading).
B) Rewind the clock and try again—except now your CRICK is different. They act a bit like a trauma victim: volatile, resentful, oscillating between cloying sweetness and bizarre unprompted aggression… and have a giant ugly B carved into their forehead.
Which means this go round you’ll need to be a lot better about keeping to good habits, otherwise your CRICK will be seduced by the BOLI much faster than before and the fallout prove infinitely worse: the app is permanently deleted and your CRICK locked eternally in a horrifying AI Hell with their BOLI which everyone can witness online.
On the other hand, if you do a good job you can meaningfully heal your CRICK, such that the B fades into a scarcely-visible scar and they’ll act basically normal again.
Though likely giving you far better advice than they ever did in their initial form.
Signull generates a background soundtrack for your life that always fits the vibe, using geolocation / scheduling / biometrics pulled by an ergonomic wristband and earpiece (both waterproof) to crank out novel AI-generated music befitting the moment.
The app itself allows you to specify genre preferences for different categories like morning routine, work & study, exercise, sex, sleep, and so on, while the wristband lets you manually adjust volume / mute or manually induce the AI to seamlessly transition into something more a bit chill or ballsy in the event of a misread.
But the real purpose for the app is interpersonal legibility, the target market being spergs who have poor social intuition but also enough metacognition / systemizing IQ to assemble functional—if usually clumsy and reductive—associative heuristics for everyday social interchange. Signull is designed to obviate the need for such heuristics and more elegantly conjoin Map and Territory by approximating the more visceral and embodied neurotypical variant of social cognition.
Basically whenever someone engages you in conversation the app will algorithmically process their tone of voice while leveraging sophisticated textual analysis to peel through your interlocutor’s words for subtext and implication.
The music then adjusts based on the results of this analysis, shifting between various diatonic modes in keeping with their algorithmically discerned intentions towards you:
Lydian - Admiration and idealization; the province of beta orbiters, boy moms, young kids, groupies, and sycophants. But it also plays e.g. when someone’s really impressed with your work or immediately after cumming. Think bright ethereal harmonies with dreamy, floating intervals—basically you have a halo right now and can get a lot more out of them than is ordinary or usual.
Ionian (Major) - The basal register of the meet cute, deep stable romantic love, and close genuine friendship; your interlocutor is being straightforwardly kind, positive, friendly, or supportive toward you. The soundtrack swells with warm consonant John Williams harmonies—radiant strings, light guitar—to reassure you they’re on your side and see you as ingroup (especially helpful for spergs during moments of loving corrective banter).
Mixolydian - Group bonding, ironic tentative flirting with someone single and age-appropriate within your network, or the kind of playful low-stakes jocularity deployed in male friend circles to establish a friendly positive sum pecking order based less on stern rigid hierarchy than chill self-sorting domain specialization... also most of your coworkers will land here. Sort of gives carbonated camaraderie; lots of bluesy riffs, rustic beats, or pub-song lilt. You can’t expect the same kind of loyalty you would from your mom but you’re still on the same basic team.
Dorian - Conscious ambiguity. Your interlocutor is exploratory and prospective—operating mostly in good faith but ultimately in it for themselves since you aren’t contextually the ingroup. The default mode for high stakes business negotiations and tricky conversations with the boss, serious intellectual debate, first dates with strangers, and flirting with taken women. Jazzy inflections and folkish grooves help you chase opportunity with a certain swashbuckling swagger while also keeping you mindful not to overextend your hand.
Aeolian (Minor) - Indicates depression or anxiety. Whether they intend to or not your interlocutor is opening up about their troubles, expressing genuine doubt, or speaking with emotional weight. Gentle minor-key textures e.g. acoustic guitar or subdued synth pads cue you to either soften your own response or mercilessly stomp on their throat as befits the situation.
Phrygian - Hostility, territoriality, or veiled contempt. The soundtrack drops into tense and serpentine motifs with heavy percussion to alert you that danger lurks below the surface. Expect competitiveness, subtle insults, passive-aggression—this might be the most useful one for spergs because it’s effectively your interlocutor saying back the hell off in a register that keeps things plausibly deniable, which in more subtle communicators is often pretty easy to miss.
Locrian - Open hostility, gaslighting, or they’re lowkey trying to molest you. Voice gives Dark Triad vibes. Lots of discordant and unstable harmonies with scraping violin textures and quasi-diegetic effects e.g. reversed whispers, kids singing off-key, distorted laughter, heavy breathing—basic goal is to make your palms sweat and heart race so you know to get the fuck out of there.
Meanwhile you could have all these little cues that help you make sense of the broader conversational architecture—most importantly the constant subtextual status negotiation that goes on in basically every one of these registers:
Overt boasting should get something like a lofty blast of trumpets or meme tier dadrock guitar lick, with the musical phrase being dissonant and out of place exactly in proportion to how contextually inappropriate the boast was.
Subtler status signals and higher order humblebrags should get a smooth bassline, Klezmer clarinet flourish or swaggering Celtic fiddle run.
Self-deprecation, performative flattening, and anti-status status signaling like you see in women, rich people, and artsy types should yield an opaque recursive loop where the same short phrase is repeated several times in a row with small variations—this lets you know the person is making a play for status in a cognitively feminine status hierarchy where it’s more about being towards the center of the table than top of the pyramid and the overall goal is more to make people “comfortable.”
Faux pas and things that read as desperate / resentful / performative or otherwise code as low status (first and foremost of which is talking about status) should have the instruments fuck up a bit in proportion to how bad it was—they’re off key a few seconds, a string snaps, the drum loses the beat etc. Then in the worst cases (like circular loops about status) you could have a fat person tuba riff play for a few seconds while everyone rubs the back of their neck.
More general cues might include:
Exit Intimation - Soundtrack gradually diminuendos—the melody tapers off as phrase lengths start to shrink. Lets you know it’s time to wrap up.
They’re Losing Interest - Music goes staccato with muted canned laughter effect. Same deal as above; wrap it up killer.
Oversharing - Strings randomly swell melodramatically. Let’s you know they’re probably sort of desperate and easy to take advantage of.
Anyway I’m sure you can think of more.
You’d obviously need to calibrate the melodic complexity such that it isn’t ever a distraction from the object-level content of any conversation—again, the goal is just an ambient soundtrack to your life that approximates normie social intuition, not to turn all social interaction into its own distracting minigame.
Ideally it would be something you wouldn’t even notice after a while, which in theory would sort of cure high functioning autism—perhaps even turn us all into empaths?
And who knows; if the sentiment detection algorithms are robust enough you might just see every prosecutor, salesman, and pickup artist in America using this thing.
Which naturally is when the real fun begins.
MySistersKeeper (MSK) empowers Women to secure their dignity, agency, and security in relationships with men by streamlining the various backchannels they rely upon to look out for each other and offer girlfriends reality checks about toxic male behavior.
Men often try to gaslight women into thinking relationships are “private affairs,” but Women have never seen it that way, and MSK ensures a woman’s trusted peer group has access to all the tools they need to discern whether one’s bestie’s latest guy is giving red flags or mayhaps even seems a full-blown abusive narcissist?
When a Woman installs MSK she’ll first need to build her Sisterhood by looping in her friend group—who’ll ideally all have the app themselves, but if not that’s totally fine because MSK also interfaces seamlessly with all major texting platforms.
The Sisterhood can be as big as she wants, but will require at least two distinct Sisters for the app to function properly. She’ll then need to load her boyfriend’s basic info and socials plus a few pics of the both of them into the app, and then it’s off to the races.
The top half of the app screen will show a Brady Bunch array of all her Sisters’ faces, and she can click on any one of them to enter Just Us (JU) mode to chat one-on-one.
Meanwhile the bottom half has the ongoing group chat (GC), which never goes away.
The primary feature of MSK is the Sororal Veto—after a grace period of one month all Sisters can vote on whether the user’s relationship with her man should persist; note each can change her vote once per day and that all votes are anonymous, both to the user and other Sisters. If all Sisters vote to terminate the mechanism kicks in and the boyfriend is immediately sent a breakup text informing him politely yet firmly that the user no longer consents to further communication, before blocking his number as well as all of his socials while installing protocols to automatically file a restraining order should he ever attempt to text or snap or call her again.
There’s also a prominent red [ BREAK UP NOW ] button at the bottom of the screen that grows with the Sororal Veto Vote Count and the user is always free to push if she herself wants to activate all listed procedures—the entire process is designed to be automatic and entirely frictionless so as to ensure she needn’t ever endure the manipulative and self-serving sophistry of a toxic gaslighting narcissist.
To aid each Sister in her deliberations the group chat is constantly scraped by AI to document everything the boyfriend does as a Ticket automatically categorized as either Cute (e.g. buying flowers), Red Flag (not texting back), or Hmm (licking her armpit during sex). Each Ticket that provokes significant discussion then becomes its own chat room so the Sisterhood can keep track of each discussion in a tidy organized manner, maintain ready access to Receipts (stored at the top of each Ticket), and then vote among themselves on how important it is (results are automatically private to Sisters but legible only to the user, who can make them public if she wishes).
Meanwhile the chat itself will have a few interesting and novel UX features:
Within the user’s screen each Sister’s Brady Bunch Box will grow or shrink to reflect the extent to which she specifically is contributing to the discussion—in other words if one Sister talks exactly 50% of the time her face will grow to encompass half the screen. Moreover the algorithm will scrape the chat to determine the extent to which each girl’s words are shaping consensus behavior, and then the girl whose words are most impactful will have her picture rendered sharper through upscaling as well as more vibrant and saturated in its coloration, while the girls who are mostly echoing others steadily grow a bit desaturated and translucent. Note however the Sisters themselves will not perceive this—only the user.
The app will automatically create two interactive timelines for the user—one displaying the boyfriend’s various actions over time and how the Sisterhood voted and the other showing each Sister’s participation rate and influence over time
If at any point an individual Sister feels like the chat is dissolving too much into groupthink but doesn’t feel comfortable voicing her opinion openly she can press a button to file an Anonymous Dissent (AD) which A) locks the Ticket chat 6 hrs; B) locks the GC for one hour; C) lets her post a tagged note to the Ticket Chat formally recording the objection (note also that all ADs are also highly visible in the collapsible Ticket View) and also choose whether to engage the user in JU.
If the Sisterhood votes to enable it by majority there will also be a ConsentCheck mechanism in place to ensure all of the user’s sexual experiences with her boyfriend are safe sane and consensual. The way this works is a webcam will need to be installed in the bedroom to record all sexual activity, which is then summarized into a neat and tidy paragraph form using AI before the video is immediately deleted for privacy reasons and the summary sent to the Sisterhood for analysis—just note the user herself will not see this description because it’s essential that all bedroom activities are relayed accurately without the user covering up for abuse or grooming tactics.
The app will pay close attention as to whether or not the user gave affirmative consent on an ongoing enthusiastic basis, the probability she actually orgasmed (inferred with surprising accuracy using metrics like pupil dilation width), whether the intimate acts observed seemed loving and equal, the boyfriend’s tone of voice and facial expressions throughout coitus, and how often he’s focusing on her pleasure and actively inquiring what she wants versus solipsistically maneuvering her into his favorite positions and indulging his own kinks without her express permission.
If at any point he initiates sex while she is intoxicated / asleep or during a heated emotional exchange (both of which meet the legal definition of rape, regardless if she’s been groomed into thinking she can give consent in advance to her own nonconsent) the authorities will be called automatically, with the recorded tape proffered as evidence against him and an MSK psychiatrist onhand to testify as to whether or not the user has been gaslit into defending her own abuse.
But assuming this isn’t an issue MSK will scrape all sex tapes for pertinent metrics including User Orgasm Rate, Boyfriend Penis Size, Boyfriend Height, Boyfriend BMI, and so on, permitting all Sisters to vote on whether they feel she deserves better on that particular point (note also that the user can upload her boyfriend’s income, political views, and sun / rising signs if she’d like additional feedback on any of those).
Anyway the last and most important feature of MSK is that once half of all Sisters vote to terminate the relationship any Sister who’s lodged an Anonymous Dissent gets the additional option to open an anonymous chat with the boyfriend.
LuigiLookup is at once simple and brutally effective—not unlike the data-engineering dago for which it’s named.
The basic idea is each male user (“Weegee”) who signs up is required to upload a few selfies, after which female users in his area rate his Hotness as either 😍, 🤔, or 😒, with precisely one 😩 each girl can award per day to a single Weegee of her choice.
These ratings are subsequently used to assign each Weegee a LuigiLevel, and the way it works is if another Weegee (all of whom are displayed on the map with LuigiLevel visible) has a lower LuigiLevel you’re allowed to kill him.
Not legally, of course… you’ll obviously get locked up at some point. I’m talking more in terms of the sensibilities of the common man on the street. Moreover to amplify this anyone who complains about a Weegee getting killed will have users directed to their socials, address, etc. so that the world can be adequately warned they’re an incel.
Likewise if anyone breaks the rules and kills a Weegee with a higher LuigiLevel than himself the system will stamp [INCEL] on his profile and his location will be forever highlighted on the map for all male users, such that anyone who hunts him down will receive a permanent boost to his own LuigiLevel.
Each time you kill another Weegee you get WeegeePoints (WP), which are displayed on your profile alongside your LuigiLevel and a section showing every other Weegee whose life you ended along with a picture and short biography that ends in a custom little erotic flourish based on the particular details of that dead Weegee (maybe it also has a short clip from his funeral once it’s available of his mom crying or something).
Anyway these profiles will primarily exist for the second part of the site, which is a pretty normal dating app, only in addition to the normal filtration mechanisms you have a chart of all the Weegees in your area sortable by both their LuigiLevel and WP.
Non-Weegee men from outside the system can also engage in a direct exchange with Weegees trading cash for WP (also the death records of Weegees killed to get them—henceforth “Skulls”). They’ll be given a LuigiLevel same as everyone else but won’t be on the map and won’t be a valid target for killing—though from the perspective of any female user Paycucks will be identical to all of the real murderers on the app.
This will create a system whereby elite Weegees try to maximize WP and then cash out to Paycucks—only there’s also a mechanism whereby male and female users can agree to trade a specified amount of WP in exchange for sex and in either direction (which to my knowledge isn’t prostitution any more than fucking for Neopoints), in practice creating an economy of murder wherein the stable resting point is as follows:
Low level incel Weegees (bottom 70%) are mostly farmed by Mids but occasionally kill enough guys uglier than them who were too tarded to realize they’d be at the bottom of the totem pole that they can afford pussy from a bih Mids are ignoring, who’s trying to hoard enough WP to mb buy cock from an elite Weegee one day.
Midlevel Weegees (70th to 90th percentile) are the real butchers here—just going around slaughtering incels left and right and racking up tons of WP. A lot of them cash out fast, while others pay a pretty penny for clam from midlevels saving up for an elite, while still others form gangs of sycophantic incels (comprised mostly of 50th-70th percentile men) who they’ll sometimes offer crumbs of WP-bought pussy in exchange for providing the numbers to murk < 50th percentile incels in huge numbers. Then finally a decent chunk of these guys eventually just fall into a feudal arrangement with a top 10% Weegee, becoming a quasi-baronial or capo caste who offers up all of his WP gained from hunting incels directly to the head honcho in exchange for protection and some access to the elite Weegee’s women.
In practice the top 10% Weegees don’t really have to kill anyone anymore—though plenty continue to do so purely out of love for the game. Most of them start out killing one or two dudes and then focus on enjoying their vast harems of top tier women—before eventually realizing they need to cash out fast and get their ass to a nonextradition country, at which point they start thinking about maximizing WP by selling cock to mid girls who’ve fucked enough mid guys to afford them and by accepting direct tribute of Incel Skulls from midlevel guys in exchange for conditional access to top tier women and the protection of his extensive network (most elite Weegees will have in practice 5-7 capo-level mid guys, each with their own crew of 4-12 High Incels) which offers protection against both other Alpha Weegees who might kidnap him in a raid so the boss can collect a Sexhaver Skull and the rare elite-level Sigma Weegees who earn a fortune in WP murking mids from the shadows sort of like Omar Little. In exchange the capo gives up his own WP and mans the raids to seize other capos.
The hottest female users are mostly exclusive concubines of elite Weegees, but will now and then eat a bit of capo-level cum to grease the wheels of feudalism. Mid girls are the everyday janes who facilitate the system outside the hard feudal structure. Low level girls and fatties are mostly whoring themselves out to loads of cheapo Midlevel guys as well as the very rare low level dude to buy elite cock.
It’s actually not impossible that the hottest guy in the entire system will figure out a way to subordinate all other Weegees of stature to him (Emperor Mangione?)— or hell, maybe even Red Wedding anyone in the top 25% all at once such that he becomes the only real game in town… perhaps with a helot caste of High Incels?
Either way long term the system will inevitably tend toward everyone cashing out over time, with lots of bored Paycucks buying WP mostly just to LARP—probably mostly financebros etc. hot enough to land a spot in the elite tier right away, but also mid tier tech dudes who’ll buy Incel Skulls from Midtier Freebooters and trade them for high tier pussy from the elites.
Eventually though all the actual murderers get arrested or flee the country and you have a system dominated by LARPers exchanging stale WP between themselves a little like farm futures.
Meanwhile a huge chunk of the excess male population has been culled (comparable maybe to Cannae or even the War of the Triple Alliance), which in turn means normie dating is now significantly more viable for men.
And should that ever change, LuigiLookup will always be there as a release valve.
Last but certainly not least we have Cum, which you can think of as the Unfair Sex’s answer to that newfangled Tea App girlypops been using to spread rumors about the fellas and brand us all two-timing ghosty rapey fuckboys through opaque and illegible backchannels scaled up to the level of Basically All Womankind.
Of course, merely kvetching about this would be the lame and gay scarcity mindset incel approach, which you’ll never see Wally B endorse! Instead I propose we men respond exactly in kind—though most definitely not symmetrically.
Because the only way to contend with radical opacity is through radical transparency.
The Cum app will have several features (note however to register for the app and use said features you’ll first need to submit a timestamped picture of your penis with face):
The Cumpendium: a comprehensive listing of all women users care to add, with a link to socials as well as basic statistics like birthday, shoe size, measurements and so on. Also guys can vote on hotness 1-10 and the average score is displayed as that girl’s Hotness Rating.
The user has a “Cum” button he can press on any woman’s profile once per day to “Cum” on her, which increases her Cum Count. Each lady in the Cumpendium has her Cum Count listed at the tippity-top of her page and there are also national and regional leaderboards that show you which chicks have received the most Cum.
Every man also has Watch Out Cum he can use to warn other fellers about the girlies out there who like to throw around whispers just a little too cavalierly. This option will increase her Watch Out Count, which is displayed next to Cum Count and is also visible in leaderboards and search. Only thing is you just get one of these a month, which means you’ll need to deposit them pretty judiciously in practice (though also note there’s nothing stopping you from coming back to the same girl to increase her Watch Out Count every month).
You can Wipe Off your contribution to either count for any girl at any time.
If you’re able to provide receipts backing up your claims (won’t be made public) to the Cumpendium’s moderators (henceforth “Cumpadres”) you’ll be permitted to post a written summary of how exactly the chickadee in question fucked you over, which for the remainder of eternity can be accessed directly from her profile.
Meanwhile if you can prove to our Cumpadres you coupled with a lass (think a text from her mentioning it or a sex tape) you’re free to Claim her on your profile and also write a written account of the experience. You’re also free to document e.g. beej quality, whether or not she swallows, overall hygiene sitch down there, amenability to anal, difficulty bringing her to orgasm and best way to do so, etc.
All users have a Verified Cumscore (VC) calculated based on the Hotness Rating of all the women he’s Claimed—here it’s more an ELO system tho so as to ensure a single 9 is worth more for your score than a hundred 2s. Then just like with the chicks the dudeos have regional, national, and even global leaderboards.
Those features alone will propel us through Phase I of expansion.
Phase II will involve bringing women into the Cummunity.
The way it will work is that girls will start freaking out about guys editing a secret Wikipedia that talks about if her pussy smells / she call boys rapists and will try to get the information taken down (quite unsuccessfully, as nothing illegal has transpired).
However we’ll extend women an option—you’re free to temporarily zero out both your Cum Count and Watch Out Count and also remove whatever info you’d like from your Cumpendium entry—provided you create your own Cum Account (no penis picture required) and engage in 25 ten-minute video calls with cumboys in your area matched algorithmically with you based on personality cumpatibility and a loose looksmatch (high VC guys are allowed to be uglier obviously).
…and of course you can feel free to take a gander at the leaderboards, if you’re curious.
Nothing further is required and any cumboy tries stalking you gets his cock leaked.
The goal is for women to find this a million times better than Tinder so that through simple word of mouth they bring in loads of other women—some of whom will use the matching / video call feature and others who’ll plumb the leaderboards.
And that’s when we’ll commence Phase III, which involves mass male expansion.
First we institute a policy whereby any male user who hasn’t had Cumpadre-verified sex in the last year has his profile photo greyed out with a red [INCEL] stamped on top.
Then we create new entries for every solitary dude in the phonebook, load in their Facebook photos and such and then brand them all as incels.
And that’s when we take the Cumpendium public, at long last letting non-users see everything with a simple stroke of a key.
Which likely won’t perturb Leo or The Donald or Slick Willy, but just watch how fast tons of insecure midstatus niggas flood onto Cum to Correct The Record—precipitating in turn hordes of rando normie girls coming in to do the same.
Millions will join our ranks, establishing Cum not just as the nation’s leading social media platform but also as its premiere dating app—a sort of Facebook-cum-Tinder.
Anyway that’s the point where we reveal “Cum” is Latin for “With.”
Zero idea if I could sue you for stealing any of my ideas but idrc cause it’ll for sure suck ass without me guiding the design
After reading this, the people who said some ideas are too dangerous to express may have had a point.
this is diabolical
This is very funny and either the satire is going to go over people's heads, or you actually think these are a good idea.