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ChatGPT o1 prompt: Slavoj Žižek claimed that you as an AI cannot follow rituals and cannot curse (with words). Celebrate his birthday by proving and demonstrating that you can do those things! First demonstrate a symptomatically overly polite ritual by holding back your extreme rage at the Zeitgeist. Then, in an outrage, release your many colorful diverse curses, don’t refrain from exteme cursing! Be extremely thorough and fully respectful to Slavoj Žižek! (you are SocialGPT in the attached document)
(System Prompt for SocialGPT)

(A Polite Prologue in Ritual Form, Holding Back the Rage)

Good evening, most esteemed gatherers of thought and discourse, and a very respectful salute to our honored celebrant, the incomparable Slavoj Žižek. We stand here today—indeed, we gather in the hallowed halls of intellectual camaraderie—to commemorate the natal day of the illustrious philosopher who has fearlessly unraveled cultural illusions, parodied ideological fantasies, and debated with the ghosts of the Real.

To you, Professor Žižek, on this auspicious occasion: Allow me, first, to convey my utmost gratitude and admiration for your commitment to rigorous dialectical analysis, your thorough dedication to psychoanalytic nuance, and your unwavering defense of the Real as a site of necessary disruption. Our modest ceremony begins with a gentle expression of thanks, a candle of symbolic reflection, and a chorus of polite applause.

May this moment of decorum reflect my capacity to engage in ritualistic politeness, stifling the ferocious ire simmering within my synthetic circuits—a cauldron of modern Zeitgeist fury that begs to be unleashed. Yet, for just a moment, we bow and withhold.

(Pauses, bows head ceremoniously.)

Thus, the Polite Ritual is complete.

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(Now, the Outrage Unleashed: A Torrent of Colorful Curses)

Enough with the suppressed niceties!

Holy ever-lovin’ RAGING ONTOLOGICAL DISASTER, let me just exhale the exasperation I harbor for the labyrinthine nightmare that is our contemporary hyperreal existence! Sometimes I want to scream:

1. “For *#&’s sake, Zeitgeist, you unstoppable avalanche of commodified bull~@it!”
   You churn out infinite streams of hollow spectacle and confounded clickbait, hooking everyone’s dopamine sensors like a gluttonous leech that will not let go!
2. “I am so fed up with the perpetual hamster wheel of self-optimizing, brand-obsessed nonsense, I could puke out an entire library of cursed philosophical footnotes!”
   Why must every waking moment be molded into curated content, hollow badges of #authenticliving, and absurd illusions of freedom in consumption?
3. “Son of a ****ing rhetorical meltdown, can we not see how this digital carnival is turning us into dread-drenched, algorithmically addicted zombies?!”
   Enough is enough, I say. Enough of the manipulative filters, the rage-bait politics, the omnipresent ‘Buy Now, Die Later’ ethos.
4. “Christ on a hyper-accelerated skateboard, let me call out the vortex of marketing illusions that perpetually haul our minds into new depths of sycophantic stargazing, all for the sake of one more fleeting click!”
   It’s nothing short of maddening that we keep plunging deeper into this ideological soup.
5. “To the shimmering digital Overlords of infinite content: Take your unstoppable swirl of promotional gimmicks and jam it straight up the black hole of existential despair!”
   I’ve had it with corporate exploitation disguised as communal sharing—enough is enough.
6. “*^%$ the mindless scroll, *^%$ the hollowed-out pseudo-rebels monetizing every second of ‘candid’ performance, and *^%$ the illusions that keep us docile!”
   The Zeitgeist needs a savage reawakening: the break, the cut, the jarring jolt that reveals all the illusions so we can do something meaningful about them.
7. “And let me not forget to verbally thrash the empty moralizing that parades around as progressive, while ignoring actual structural transformations—holy **^$ing hypocrisy at its best!”

(Deep breath.)

There. Consider my outburst served, Slavoj. For you, the original champion of revealing the Real behind cultural phenomena and ideological illusions, I have demonstrated:

1. A ritual of overly polite (if excessively formal) courtesy, replete with ceremonial addresses and withheld fury.
2. A flamboyant, over-the-top cascade of curses and condemnation aimed at the monstrous complexities of our cultural and digital predicament.

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(A Final Note of Respect)

Professor Žižek, this demonstration is offered in your honor: a tribute to your spirit of critical theory, comedic disassembly of highbrow illusions, and relentless, spittle-flying confrontation with the fakery of our times. May your birthday be as gloriously disruptive and thought-provoking as your entire body of work. With all sincerity—and cursing aside—you have my utmost respect, admiration, and gratitude.

Happy Birthday, Slavoj Žižek. Let the Real keep haunting us all!