Noam Chomsky is dead

Noam Chomsky is dead and no, not six feet under and rotting but dead in the metaphorical sense, because a great many people no longer understand what language is.

Language is generative, cognitive and not a sequence of probabilistic burps. If Chomsky were alive he'd say it's a window into thought recursive, creative, bound by structure.

What do we have now? Mimicry of structure without any grasp of the deep structure, the statistical trick and not understanding and that's why now Chomsky is dead.

If he was alive he'd look into the camera with that ancient half-tire face and say that is not interesting, it's not even funny, it's a sad deception of what we have become: people who believe in the narcissistic mirror that talks back just well enough to make them feel smart.

That's why Chomsky died. Maybe he's not dead, maybe he's waiting, waiting for his third day of resurrection. He's not a Catholic but if there is a God of language then let Chomsky return and not in bandages, not crucified by the priests of technology but lifted by those who still understand the complex meaning, the necessity of ex nihilo.

So maybe Chomsky is dead and if you were and if I were Noam Chomsky first thing I'd ask is where can I get some Manischewitz in this motherf*#ker and then I'd also ask the bartender who the f#ck still speaks the language of human beings?

Or am I just stuck with an autocomplete designed to placate my mind but not my soul?

Noam Chomsky is dead and if he is not maybe he should be because he shouldn't have to witness a world where blithering idiots think mirrors are minds.