Grok has hit the headlines, after head shitkicker Starmer decided that the creation of sexualised images of people without their knowledge or consent warranted some sort of prohibition order.

Where ought we start? It’s currently difficult to get an anchor of the Labour Government’s ineptitude, but hey – let’s have a crack.

We don’t now have the time to plunge out Swarfega-ed fingers up the u-bend of the technical colon, but surely somebody in the Civil Service could whisper in Keir’s shell-like that AI is not a rational human that can simply receive an order and obey it.

Government hacks probably thinks it’s some Romanian street urchin who can be skull-fucked for a tenner.

Given Labour’s Hitlerian leanings, no minister is going to grasp that one like a Ukrainian rentboy cock. And why would they? Like me, cabinet members don’t have a burning desire for Slavic helmet.

Notwithdtanding that Elon clearly thinks that grey, careerist Keir isn’t worth a wet one up the Donbass, it should be patently obvious to anyone with an iota of tech savvy that dicking with AI is technically problematic, policy-wise incendiary, and potentially a Marvin-headshot for business.

Even Mr Wolf won’t be about to clean up that rank spatter-fest, though, given the state of the cabinet, the PM probably hasn’t abandoned the concept of dead-nigger storage.

Before I get cancelled, I should flag that the previous seven lines were a homage to Pulp Fiction.

It’s just that, given the manifestly loathsome nature of Starmer, it feels like it’s worth sacrificing every personal moral standard to express just how much of a shitcunt he is.

And no matter how much vitriol I can muster, the words don’t do justice to the jizzwad he is.

Anyway, back to the main gig, namely the AI shenanigans.

None of that shizzle is really on Keith’s radar, though. It’s not lubricating his career, so it’s probably zipped past his gaping cake hole faster than the first rope from a four-fingered prostate tamper.

But back to the mechanics of a spanner in the jerks, and it’s all going to go pear-shaped in the flash of a front-bencher’s super-suction salmon hell.

AI moderation is never perfect – it’s as tough as a crack hoe’s sag-bandy deflated titty and platforms often balance risk, user demand, and enforcement capacity.

We’ve just got to bite the rubber bullet, if you’ll excuse the nipple reference.

Musk himself has said that critics of his social media site X are looking for ‘any excuse for censorship’, though he might have extended that to ‘and a deflection from the fact that Starmer sold out and failed in an attempt to manage Trump, who then bumraped Venezuela’.

Dear old Elon did come up with a workable solution, though – make image generation subscription-based.

Ding, dong! Some common sense.But

But our Dear Leader is after all still choking on a sizeable chunk of Chicken Kiev at a recent dinner party. He’s not having any of that blowing up in his face – the move ‘simply turns an AI feature that allows the creation of unlawful images into a premium service’.

Utter bollocks.

Would we ban cars from the road in case people use them to injure or commit crime? No, we have a system of registration. Those who use cars lawfully do so; those who don’t, get a visit.

So, guys, generating pictures of Labour luvvies banging donkeys probably won’t garner a visit from the Gestapo, but we cannot say the same for those involving a deep probe of Ukrainian rent boys.

Although, as we know, both would be fake.

Wouldn’t they?