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Frotcast 659: Bad Boy For Life (In Prison)
🕑 Added 2025-12-10 20:29:06 +0000 UTCWelcome back to another episode of the Frotcast, the only Frotcast that promises to deliver 1.05x to 1.1x the value of other Frotcasts!*
Sam Altman goes on Jimmy Kimmel or Fallon or something and discusses his complete inability to raise his own child without AI. First they outsourced the factory jobs, yadda yadda yadda, when they outsourced brains everything was super awesome and everyone was happy.
Speaking of which, Glenn Beck is still alive! He claims to have created an AI George Washington, who inexplicably is wearing the tech bro podcast uniform of a tight black t-shirt. What he has to say about the correlation between position of one’s pants vis a vis their asses and success will SHOCK you!
Marjorie Taylor Greene’s crazy ass is still in the news somehow, and this time she really gives some nosy journalist, with whom she agreed to sit for an interview, the ol’ what for. Can you believe she had the balls to question a sitting congresswoman?? This leads to a discussion about the id of the modern GOP, which is basically going to the RPG character creation screen and putting all your points into “Not Knowing How Anything Works” and “Frightened Rage”.
Really a landmark week all around for feeling your life ebb away while watching the world’s worst interviews.
Finally, we all watched the Diddy Doc on Netflix, and if it doesn’t turn you into a wealth redistribution maximalist, I don’t know what will. It turns out that if you have enough money, you can simply buy the ability to think you’re good at rapping!
See you next week, maybe shit won’t suck so bad by then. A girl can hope!
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Comments
Steven Parker
Minor spoiler for West World ahead if anybody cares. The shit Sam Altman says is like his brain is cooked by using AI all the time, to the point where he doesn't know what to say without it. Reminds me of a later season villain from West World who's an AI tech CEO and purported to be a strategic genius, only to find out he only knows what to say and do because he's wearing an earpiece connected to his AI and he's just being an agent for it. Except in this case, the AI isn't even feeding useful shit to Altman; the dumb shit he says when he's prepped is actually the peak, and when he doesn't have AI slop to repeat HE'S EVEN DUMBER THAN THAT. The meritocracy doesn't exist, weep or rejoice depending on how that hits you. As an aside, I think West World will ultimately age decently. If one goes in open minded it's an interesting look at how our personal data is captured without us knowing, how it's used against us, and where that could lead. I wouldn't suggest West Yourself A World, but it's decent. If you're going to be mad it doesn't stay in the park and be a show exclusively about robot cowboys for 4 or 5 seasons straight, then maybe don't bother.
Jackie Jump Jorp
It's so affirming to hear Puffy's anti-talent fully acknowledged. I spent what felt like all of '97 walking around like an old man with steam coming out of his ears, having cultivated a college kid's rap snobbery. I was wearing out tapes of the Stretch and Bobbito underground hip-hop show that a friend had recorded from the radio and mailed from NYC. But that summer, at my bad summer job in my terminally unhip hometown, the radio seemed to ONLY play "I'll Be Missing You" on a hellish loop. Then in the fall semester I went on exchange to Mexico, right when that song's life cycle, even on mainstream radio, should have been tapering off in the US–but it was playing from every dorm room the rest of the year. I wanted to stand up on a soapbox and white-boy rant: "All of my Mexican brothers and sisters! You have to know that there is good hip-hop in the US, and this is not it! Gracias por su atención."
ImGonnaCuomoAllOverYourFredo
gay matt is back from his corner chair
Zoe Midlands
Read and enjoyed every single word of that. It's weird enough to be true, and I dont care if it isn't. I hope you still wear those clothes, they sound lit.
ol' Alex J
When I was 15, my friend and I saved our money and bought tickets to a "P. Diddy and the Family" concert. We dressed normally in our everyday life, so we decided to really go crazy and put on what was considered the hot fashion of the times. My outfit: silver puffy vest, long sleeve blue polo shirt, baggy Nautica jeans, untied timbs and an upside down sideways khaki Ralph Lauren golf visor. I basically looked like a tan version of Seth Green from Can't Hardly Wait. We were going to the concert with a bunch of kids on our basketball team, the main person driving us being our basketball coach. When he saw me and my friend, he rolled his eyes so hard he pulled a muscle. We all piled into his minivan, with my friend and I sitting in the middle row. When we got to the venue, he pulled right up to the main parking lot which was of course jam-packed, rolled his window down and got the attention of a parking attendant. He said he needed to park in the handicap spot. The attendant asked why, and our coach replied "They're retarded", sticking his thumb at us. The attendant stuck his head in the window, looked at us for two seconds, and waved him over to a handicap spot right at the front of the venue. This memory is and will forever be the first thing I think of when I hear about Diddy.
