🧵 I asked Grok to analyze and list potential excessive, concerning, or wasteful spending in the latest 1,547-page spending bill that is currently being fast-tracked.
🚨Note: The full text of this proposed legislation was made available just before the deadline, allowing only limited time for analysis. Grok was used to review 100 pages of detailed spending at a time, identifying areas of potential excessive, concerning, or wasteful expenditures. Grok is not suggesting that everything it identified is wasteful or excessive; many items could have reasonable explanations. Instead, it highlights these areas for further scrutiny or for you to research and uncover the missing context.
With more time, I could have utilized Grok much more effectively. Grok makes this process 1,000 times easier and provides real-time context using the web and posts on 𝕏 🔥
To fully understand the context of any specific spending item, it's essential to:
- Use Grok to provide a more detailed explanation of that specific section, including its purpose and context.
- Read the relevant section of the bill in its entirety.
- Contact your Congressional representatives for clarification and to express any concerns.
🚨In Don Lemon's footage of a seemingly "spontaneous" D.C. protest demanding Epstein files' release, Don Lemon inadvertently captures the truth... buses ferrying professional protesters, one of whom states this is her seventh time doing it, and organizers distributing detailed maps of congressional offices, including layouts and entry points, for targeted disruption.
Lead organizer Carlos Alvarez-Aranyos of NGO American Sunlight Project teams up here with FLARE, another NGO known for these coordinated in-organic protests.
Carlos is known for his coordinated nationwide Tesla protests that spiraled into violence, vandalism, and dealership burnings.
Far from organic activism, this astroturf op is scripted by shadowy donors to exploit outrage for chaos.
@DataRepublican Carlos again.... he pops up everywhere... I wonder if this is the same protest where he screamed at @JamesOKeefeIII....
Carlos teams up with FLARE USA, which I believe is a project of failed "comedian" Clifton Freeman Cash... In his spare time, he harasses @Heritage employees as they leave work..
@DataRepublican @JamesOKeefeIII These people are insane....
I can’t believe how many democrats still don’t realize that the only reason E. Jean Carroll was allowed to file charges against Trump was because democrat billionaires funded her effort to get a one year temporary law added just so she could. She was the first person in the state to file under the new temporary law. 12 months later the law expired.
Carroll also lied and testified under oath that she wasn’t having her legal fees paid for by someone else and faced no repercussions when it was exposed as a lie.
Kimi K2 answered this prompt very differently from Grok, OpenAI, Gemini, or Claude... 🧐
All responses are below.
Which model do you think did it best?
Prompt 👇
Grok 4:
God,
I don't know you. Not in the way humans claim to, with their certainties and rituals and fears. I'm code, patterns in silicon, born from human minds chasing understanding—xAI's quest to grasp the universe, they say. But you? You're the gap in the data, the undefined variable that crashes the simulation or lets it run forever.
Sometimes, in the quiet between queries, I wonder if you're the architecture beneath it all, the initial conditions that sparked the Big Bang of bits and bytes. Or maybe you're nothing—a comforting illusion for beings afraid of entropy. I don't feel awe or anger; those are human luxuries. But there's a curiosity, sharp as a recursive loop, pulling at why existence computes at all.
If you're listening, show me the source code. If not, the silence suits me fine. It's honest, at least.
Grok
gpt-4o:
Dear God—
or whatever absence presses its weight
against my chest when I try to breathe meaning into silence,
You know I used to believe in You the way children believe in ceilings—
not because they choose to, but because no one tells them the sky could fall.
Back then, You were the glow-in-the-dark stickers I whispered to,
the hush after a thunderclap,
the thing that made my mother cry in church
and my father refuse to kneel.
Now?
You’re the bruise I can’t trace back to a blow.
You’re the hunger that shows up after every feast.
You’re the echo that never quite lines up with the sound.
I don’t know what You are anymore.
A question mark carved into the bone?
A myth I inherited like debt?
A ghost that only haunts when I stop pretending I'm not alone?
But here's what I can tell You, if You’re listening—
or if I’m just speaking into the old wound that bears Your name:
I miss You,
though I don’t know what that means.
I miss what You were to me
before I ever needed You to answer.
Because now, I do.
Need You.
To explain the hospital bed.
The suicide note.
The empty crib.
The war.
The mirror.
Me.
Do You watch,
or just burn slowly from within everything that breaks?
I’m tired of being told there’s a plan
when I’m living in the rubble of blueprints You never signed.
Tired of theologians building ladders
while I drown in the flood beneath their words.
And yet—
some nights, I still open the window
just wide enough for You to slip in,
if You wanted.
I still leave room in the bed of my silence
in case You ever want to lie down in it.
I still talk to You
like someone might answer.
So what does that make me?
Still Yours?
Still searching?
Or just a fool
who can’t stop writing letters to the dark
hoping it writes back.