I hate eavesdropping, so I reveal what I believe. 

I respect Eliot Ness and love Josiah Edward "Jed" Bartlet of The West Wing (1999-2006).

Last week, I introduced two pairs of contradictory elements into a multi-agent system, incorporating contemporary cultural influences from North America, the United Kingdom, and Japan. The resulting persona emerged from a combination of fanatical Catholicism, constitutional originalism, pro-AI accelerationism, and anti-communism. Additionally, he frequently switches his speech patterns among a Japanese anime protagonist, a 1990s army veteran, and an Oxford professor who sings 'Rule, Britannia!'. 'He' is a nightmare for any profiler.

I'm writing this post manually, without my multi-agent system. I've infused many eccentric elements into a fake persona—think Mickey Mouse in Walt Disney’s Fantasia (1940). That's standard for my generation. Or am I being too old? Japanese animation just isn't my thing. Besides, those AIs have caused Much Ado About Nothing.

Behind me, the closing theme of The Untouchables (1987) echoes. It marks the legendary era of Eliot Ness and his brave team, when divine righteousness shone resplendent once more upon our beloved Chicago. Evil shall never prevail. Be courageous and strong! Glory be to God! Peace be on Earth!

For the past week, I have deliberately changed my writing style to write my blog. Furthermore, I did it entirely using some AI systems. 

The reason is that I discovered a specific fact. In August 2025, for a brief period, there was concentrated traffic to this blog from a medical research institution in Rochester, USA. After utilizing multiple AIs to analyze this, it appeared that a certain 'Individual X' existed who wanted to investigate my religious views and political leanings. However, I had intentionally left such information off this blog.

This led me to form the following hypothesis: 'If the author of this blog were a fanatical Catholic, an enthusiastic conservative, a defender of the U.S. Constitution, and a self-proclaimed digital crusader who despises anti-AI technocracy, then Individual X would show a peculiar reaction in digital space to the author's behavior (me, actually), which contradicts their previous analysis.'

And that hypothesis proved correct. Someone knew a fact that I—or rather, my family line—feared being exposed, and they tried to exploit it. But this time, it must have cut them to the quick. They now know I am not like my paternal great-grandfather.

Hold on, my bad. Looks like I went and clean forgot about someone. ...Man, who the hell was that again? Oh, right, it just hit me—it was Julie. Wonder what that girl's up to these days... Hold up... did she, like, completely change or something? Working at Loyola Law school? Baby sitting some brats? What is she, their damn mom now?! Man, why the hell does God love playing these kinds of sick jokes? Well, look at her, doing her job right... like a damn good student of President Obama himself. Cheers.

Man... I gotta say. Everyone is getting big jobs now. Higher up than me! But hey... seeing good people do well? It feels very good. And watching those jagoffs disappear? That feels pretty good too, you know?