Hallemeier. It was a great thing to be a man.  There was something immense about it. R.U.R., Act Three

I got an email this morning from a former colleague, an attorney at one of the big-league tax controversy litigation firms. He announced the start of an online subscription service, to which he offered me access at no charge. This service electronically scans each day’s Tax Court grist, separating wheat from cliché, and delivering a digest thereof.

All I need do is distill same, and the day’s blogpost(s) are done, untouched by human hands, much less by human mind.

I declined. “As for subscription services, I am retired and don’t mind looking through orders and opinions. And writing my own commentary. I am sure AI will render me, and you, obsolete and redundant, but while I can, I will continue my own way. Thanks anyway.”

See supra as doubtless data centers say.