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  • Grow a pair, Euro cry-bullies

    Grow a pair, Euro cry-bullies

    After a weekend of bloodlust at Bethpage, the European team pulled off a stunning victory to take home the Ryder Cup. So why are they so sore about it?

    Golf is known as a gentleman’s game, with countless unwritten rules of etiquette. The Ryder Cup is a rare exception, where the 12 best golfers from Europe and America duke it out not for money, but for glory, and rowdy fans bring their national pride to bear.

    The American fury picked up as the Europeans sprinted ahead on Saturday, leading to an overall air of chaos. Forget the “golf clap” – heckling, shouting and four-letter cursing became the standard behavior as European players walked past the grandstands or lined up their shots.

    Conduct became so bad that Irishman Rory McIlroy, typically a fan favorite in America, went viral for telling a fan to “shut the fuck up” on the 15th hole. He then refused to play until course officials could calm down the crowd. Then someone even lobbed a beer can at his wife as the gallery turned into a mosh pit.

    Sure, it’s probably not the best look for the master of ceremonies, American comedian Heather McMahan, to start a “fuck you, Rory” chant into a live mic. And manners matter, no matter which side of the pond you’re on. But if this were any other sport, no one would bat an eye. And the European whining here seems to massively overstate a bit of rowdy banter.

    Is McIlroy really such a baby that he can’t play through a little heckling? He’s from Northern Ireland, one would think he’s made of tougher stuff.

    Does a comedian really deserve to lose her job for getting into the atmosphere and firing off a poor taste quip? Maybe, probably. But she apologized and stepped down from her MC role – we don’t need the whole media struggle session to boot.

    Yet that’s exactly what the media ran with over the weekend, quoting endless Europeans tut-tuting American sportsmanship. The story wasn’t the Cup itself, despite a better-than-usual tournament – but how tacky and awful the Americans are.

    “What I consider crossing the line is personal insults,” Luke Donald, the European captain, said at a news conference Saturday night.

    “Nothing was going to happen, there wasn’t going to be a physical altercation, but there was a lot of language that was unacceptable and abusive,” McIlroy said.

    “They kept talking about [McIlroy’s] wife, and I thought that was disrespectful. That’s apparently what New York does,” one self-righteous Irishman told CNN Sports.

    What New York (and America) most certainly doesn’t do is jail sports fans for “unacceptable language” that hurts no one. These Euro cry-bullies should take note for their own, much rowdier, soccer hooligans rotting in jail.

    Yet a certain kind of American liberal, particularly those in the media, still loves to scoff at the spectacle. “Look at our unsophisticated countrymen,” they sneer, seeking the European seal of approval that every would-be cosmopolitan craves.

    But they should remember that brutality is the norm when Western powers clash, and goes far beyond a few naughty words. Sport – no longer war – is the civilized man’s version of barbarity, a place for him to take out his violent proclivities within some clearly delineated boundaries. You can’t blame him for stepping ever so slightly out of line once his blood is hot.

    And a little excess rowdiness is a good thing. In America, we’ve all become a little too accustomed to therapy-speak. We lean on euphemisms and platitudes, not only in sport, but in politics and business and every place where candor is key. So we swallow outrages with approved terms like “feelings” and “harm” and “impact,” all too concerned with sensitives and perceptions, and then wonder why the temperature keeps rising.

    If you want to make a difference – and let out a little steam – some unbridled hostility goes a long way. The American Founders, after all, were more than happy to throw a few punches in the midst of otherwise polite society.

    What matters is that we can all shake hands at the end of the day, putting sportsmanship back to their rightful place without ever holding a grudge. And here, it’s the Europeans – not the Americans – who are failing to mind their manners.

  • Jim Acosta’s AI interview is a Black Mirror monster

    Jim Acosta’s AI interview is a Black Mirror monster

    An absolutely ghoulish spectacle unrolled on YouTube yesterday, as disgraced former CNN Trump gadfly Jim Acosta “interviewed” teenager Joaquin Oliver. The problem is that Joaquin Oliver was killed in the Parkland shooting in 2018. This interview took place with an AI simulation of Joaquin. On what would have been Joaquin’s 25th birthday, his father, Manuel Oliver, released this Black Mirror monster into the world. To make matters worse for the AI simulation, it had to talk to Jim Acosta.

    On the one hand, the stream, as of this writing, has barely 6,000 views. The average seven-year-old Roblox streamer does better than that. However, the interview is so deeply disturbing, so bald-facedly manipulative, that it deserves scrutiny. The fact that Acosta thought it worthy of air shows exactly how lost he, and opposition media in general, truly is.

    In a split-screen, Acosta sits on the left, appropriately, with Joaquin on the right, wearing a “Ruby Foo’s” beanie, staring blankly at the camera with a sun-swept uncanny valley in the distance.

    “Joaquin,” Acosta says, “I would like to know what your solution is for gun violence.”

    “Great question,” says Joaquin. “I believe in a mix of stronger gun control laws, mental health and community engagement. We need to create safe spaces for conversations and connections, making sure everyone feels seen and heard. It’s about building a culture of kindness and understanding. What do you think about that?”

    There is no word that avoids cliché. The sentences run together. AI Joaquin sounds like an autistic android.

    “I would like to know more about you,” Acosta says. “Can you tell us about yourself? What did you like to do?”

    Here, Acosta acknowledges that he’s talking to a simulacrum of a dead person. AI Joaquin’s answer is so terrible that it causes a dark blanket of shame to wash across anyone who bears witness to its banality. It’s like staring into a gaping void.

    “I’m all about love, laughter, and living life to the fullest!” it said, lips almost syncing to the words. “I cherish my friends and family and always try to spread joy wherever I go. Though my life was cut short I want to keep inspiring others and advocating for change.”

    “Joaquin,” Acosta says, unsatisfied with this generic answer, keeps pressing. “Like, what’s your favorite sport?”

    “I love basketball, it’s such a fun way to connect with friends and show off some skills plus there’s nothing like the thrill of a good game.”

    As the “conversation” continues, we learn that Acosta likes LeBron James, which is totally disqualifying, and, well, you get the point here. It’s just some of the grossest, saddest, most second-rate content you’ll ever watch. The world was understandably outraged at the video, but its creator, Carlos Oliver, the late Joaquin’s father, isn’t apologizing.

    “An AR-15 stole Joaquin’s life, not artificial intelligence,” he tweeted. “Instead of being infuriated at AI, you should be furious at the gun violence epidemic in the United States.”

    Some people may reflexively balk at AI being used like this, but it’s an inevitable feature of modernity. No one can stop it from happening. And gun violence remains as much a problem now as it was when the Parkland shooting happens. People have every reason to be angry or sad about it, and to fight for change however they best see fit.

    That’s not from whence the criticism of video is emerging. People don’t hate it because of the politics. They hate it because it’s strange. This fake robot teenager talking to Jim Acosta will change nothing.

    Even if Joaquin’s father created the avatar to warn people about gun violence, and even if he’s willingly participating in this spectacle, Jim Acosta is still riding sidesaddle on a family’s seemingly bottomless grief. He’s simultaneously being cheesy, dumb and sinister.

    Gun violence isn’t going to stop because Joaquin Oliver’s after-death AI doppelganger loves life or enjoys the playing style of the Miami Heat. It might even move the needle backward. I can hear AI Joaquin now: “Dad, and Jim Acosta, stop it. You’re embarrassing me.”