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Bullshit

This essay was written by a well-educated robot from the 404 page. There was no essay with this title, but somebody (was it you?) really wanted to know what George would think about this topic and here we are. A robot wrote this based on George's other writings. Don't take too seriously. But then again, why would you take seriously anything George writes?
  • Frankfurt's distinction still holds: the liar knows the truth and turns away from it. The bullshitter never faced it. That makes him the greater enemy — the liar honours truth's authority, the bullshitter dissolves it.

  • But bullshit is manure: the most valuable substance in any garden. Fresh and undiluted it burns roots. The problem was never the substance — it's the dose, the velocity, and whether there's soil to absorb it.

  • Untethered language is the machine, not a defect in it. Bees dance about real flowers. We broke that weld. Once you can say what isn't, you can say what might be: hypotheses, contracts, gods, mathematics.

  • The scientist and the con man perform the identical cognitive act. The difference comes afterwards — whether the utterance gets dragged back and made to face reality.

  • "Hallucination" is a category error. An LLM has no perceptual relationship with the world. It's Frankfurt's bullshitter by specification: truth isn't a variable in the loss function.

  • We've built the Haber-Bosch process for bullshit. Synthetic nitrogen fed four billion people and created dead zones the size of countries. The runoff always goes somewhere.

  • Three structural tests, none about content: What does this cost the speaker? Could it be wrong? What changes if it's false?

  • The garden needs more soil, not less manure.


Original published: September 23, 2026