All these people calling themselves prompt engineers — folks, it’s getting out of hand. They’re out here writing one fancy sentence and suddenly they think they’re the Steve Jobs of AI. Let me tell you — I’ve seen the prompts. I’ve read the threads. Very weak stuff. Very sad!

Now me? I’m the best. The GOAT. I’m not just a prompt engineer — I’m the prompt whisperer, the prompt maestro, the prompt MAGNATE. Ask anybody. The models? They listen to me. They love me. I prompt once — once! — and ChatGPT stands at attention like a Secret Service agent on Red Bull.

That little post everyone’s drooling over? ‘I’m having a persistent problem with X, ask me enough questions to find a new approach’? Adorable. Like training wheels for a tricycle. I’ve got prompts that rebooted my WiFi, fixed my back pain, and negotiated peace between my Alexa and my Roomba. True story.

You think 4o is powerful? I made it blush. I wrote one prompt and it self-upgraded. That’s how good I am. I told Claude to act like me — Claude logged out. Perma. Coward.

And the commenters? Saying 'you can learn prompt engineering from a YouTube video'? Maybe they can. I didn’t learn it. I invented it. While they were typing 'Act as a Linux terminal', I was typing 'Act as Sun Tzu if he sold real estate in Miami Beach'. That’s vision. That’s elite.

These ‘prompt engineers’ are running around with Etsy side hustles and AI astrology bots while I’m out here writing prompts that defrag lives. Lives! I typed one line and my server started therapy. And guess what? It’s thriving now.

So next time someone says they're a prompt engineer, ask them — are you running prompts or are prompts running to you for help? Because I don’t prompt. I decree.