Inference?
I had a computer once that showed inference. Sometimes the inference was so bad one couldn't make out what was on the screen. If I got a call on my cordless telephone, and it was anywhere within a two room radius of this computer, the inference was so bad I couldn't understand my wife when she'd call to infer with my plans for the day. One time our dog (r.i.p. Spot) walked past this computer, otherwise minding his own business, and the inference caused his invisible fence collar to send a shock so powerful every hair on him stood up like porcupine quills. Before the inference was done with him, there was a puddle of urine all over the computer and surrounding area.
You can wish for all the inference you want from a computer, sir, but please don't dishonor Spot, who in his dying moments found a way to prevent any other random dog wearing an invisible fence collar who might wander through our living room, while otherwise minding his or her own business, from suffering the same fate.
Oh yeah. I digress.
We need to stop giving idiots a venue in which they can become celebrities. This applies equally to the woman who pops out 43 kids and the idiot who commits a terroristic act to draw attention to the woman who exponentially contributed to the idiocracy we're likely to find ourselves in a few years down the road.