I have always assumed – which of course makes me an ass – that my chosen career path as a writer was safe from our robot overlords. I also didn’t think that the robot overlords would want my job anyways – which of course makes me a double ass –given that most journalists these days are jobless bloggers living on hustle, who like myself have three to four other jobs to make ends meet, in my case: Two tech jobs, director of a non-profit, wrestling coach, and increasingly hopeful that people will start paying me to stop singing karaoke so…
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