Bro, I don’t know about you, but this AI shit is grinding my gears into dust. Every fucking week, a new model struts out, shitting on yesterday’s “state-of-the-art” like it’s last season’s gilet. Trying to run a business in this madhouse? It’s a goddamn mental marathon with no finish line. Customers are all up in my grill—“Hey bro, did you see this? Can we get that? Pretty please?”—and I’m over here, neck-deep in code, screaming, “Fuck me, I’m exhausted!” This isn’t a headache; it’s a full-on brain meltdown.

Here’s the hot take, and I don’t give a shit if it ruffles feathers: the AI gold rush is fucking dead. Kaput. The model labs woke up, realized their moats are shallower than a kiddie pool, and ditched the API dream. Remember when they were all, “Build on us, bros, we’ll grow together”? Yeah, now they’re flipping the script, hoarding the good shit, and morphing into consumer giants. ChatGPT’s out here dropping Ghibli-style image gen like it’s no big deal, and my inbox? Flooded with customers whining, “Yo, can we have that too?” Bro, I can’t match that—it’s the best, hands down—but tell that to the mob, and they lose their damn minds. Chill the fuck out, I’m drowning over here!

And don’t get me started on vibe coding. Every dude with a laptop and a Red Bull can whip up an app by Sunday. The bar’s so low, it’s scraping the basement. Meanwhile, the big labs are gatekeeping the premium tech, flexing it in their consumer plays. It’s like fashion cycles—gilets were the shit once, and I’d kill for those days again. But this ain’t about pioneering the latest API hookup anymore. That “Look what I built, pay me big” flex? Over. The real win’s in eyeballing those boring-ass businesses raking in absurd ARR and insane growth, then saying, “Fuck it, I’ll spin that shit better.” Screw the trailblazers—they’re too busy clutching pearls to notice.

But here’s the twist: AI’s torched their moats too. You build something dope, and boom—five clones pop up by next Tuesday, eating your lunch. Your monthly revenue’s bleeding out unless you’re quick to cash in and bounce. So, what’s the move? Flashback time, brothers. Remember strolling into a store, snagging a CD in its shiny cardboard glory, and owning that fucker forever? No subscriptions, no MRR—just a one-time, “Here’s my cash, gimme my shit” deal. That vibe’s back, and it’s a goddamn revelation. In a world where attention spans are shorter than a TikTok clip—thanks, social media, for frying everyone’s brains—nobody remembers their subscriptions. Why chase MRR when one-time purchases hit like a sledgehammer? Grab the bag while it’s hot, because opportunity’s a shape-shifting bastard.

I’m done playing pioneer, bleeding out on the cutting edge while the labs hog the best toys. It works for them—cool, I get it—but fuck, man, the game’s flipped. You can pivot, stack colossal cash, and ride this AI wave, or you can sit there wondering why your margins are shrinking and your customers are bitching about shit you can’t even build. Your call, bro. You gonna keep winning, or cling to that gilet like it’s still 2015?

Time to ship, nerds.

Stay nerdy,
The Secret Nerd