'Twas last night flying over the ocean --when–
pilot made the most weirdest announcement
“ATTENTION! ATTENTION PLEASE! ALL MAGYARS! ALL MAGYARS!
DROP DEAD IMMEDIATELY AND BURN IN HELL FOREVER!”
and I knew this was too good to be true,
and woke up disillusioned with airlines
(And there probably were no Magyars on the flight anyways. Damn Buddha-pests.)
It should be made clear that there are no references here to politics, racism, anti-racism, musicology, or consumerism.
To be honest, I didn’t really bother checking whether there were any references, or where they pointed, when I intervened…
But you didn’t intervene here; you intervened in the somewhat Calvinist “Cunning Little Koulis”! I’m making these clarifications because I’m trying to turn AI into my literary scholar and critic, and the poor thing mixes genuinely sharp observations with not knowing “which Thanasis” or what a “crocodile” is, or with finding here a critique of blind hatred, a reference to MLK, and irony aimed at “serious-looking musicological analyses invoking Béla Bartók”!
Also, hey AI, I’m not “highly educated” or anything — basically, I don’t even have a master’s degree. And above all, I’m not a philologist but a biologist! I didn’t insult you, chat! 
Did you ask the AI what it thinks of them?
Why on earth?
Tautology…
“Above all”! You do understand, though, that I’m speaking somewhere between generalisation and banter, and by no means do I think that all third-streamers are a bit dim, even if we’re allowed a little positivist chauvinism!
I had to ask someone, too…