I see my neighborhood here in Kentucky this summer.
I want to tell you what I saw.
Nothing.
No yard signs. No flags on the trucks. No hats in the diner.
Two years ago you could not go a mile without seeing all three.
Now you can go twenty.
That is not a small thing. That is the loudest thing I have seen all year.
Last week a magazine ran a map.
It showed every state and how the President is polling in each one.
Kentucky had dropped thirty-four points since he took office.
Thirty-four.
People passed it around like it was news.
It was not news to me.
I had been watching it happen out my window for a year and a half.
A number can tell you that something moved.
A number cannot tell you what kind of direction it is.
There is a tide, which is slow and comes back.
There is frustration, which is loud and burns off.
And there is a correction, which is quiet and does not come back.
Those are three different animals.
You can only tell them apart by standing in it.
What I am watching in Kentucky is not anger.
Anger has a sound. Anger puts a sign in the yard with a different name on it.
This is not that.
This is people who are not saying anything at all.
The man who used to bring it up at the counter now talks about the weather.
The sign came down and nothing went up in its place.
The conversation does not get argued. It just does not get started.
That is a correction. People are not switching sides.
They are stepping back and keeping their mouth shut about it.
Now understand why a poll has a hard time with that.
A poll asks people who answer.
What I am describing is people who have gone quiet.
Quiet does not fill out a survey. Quiet does not knock on your door.
Quiet is an absence, and an absence does not show up as an event.
It only shows up if somebody was there before, and you remember, and you notice the difference.
That is not data.
That is a man who has lived in one place long enough to know what the place used to look like.
I am not telling you the numbers are wrong.
I am telling you the numbers arrived late, and thin, and by themselves.
The map had no one standing on it.
Now here is why I am writing this on a page about artificial intelligence.
Because this is the exact thing the machine cannot do.
Hand an AI that map and it will give you a beautiful answer. States, percentages, comparisons to eight years ago, a demographic breakdown.
It will sound like it knows the country.
It does not know the country. It knows the survey.
It will not tell you the difference.
It will hand you the picture with a hole in it and never say there is a hole.
I ran into this myself, months back.
I told the machine what I was seeing around here.
It kept putting ballot figures in front of me. It wanted a source. It wanted a citation.
I did not have one.
I had twenty years of living in the same place.
So I wrote a rule and I put it in the file.
A person’s firsthand account of what he has seen, heard, or lived is evidence.
It does not get discounted for showing up without a footnote.
And when it disagrees with a measurement, both of them stand, and the disagreement gets named out loud.
Not resolved. Not smoothed over. Named.
Because sometimes the number is right and the man is wrong.
And sometimes the man has been watching the road for eighteen months and the number is just now catching up.
Correction runs both directions.
It always has.
I have watched it turn against people I agreed with, and I have watched it turn against people I did not.
It is not one party’s property and it never was.
What I am describing is not a prediction about November.
I do not know what happens in November.
I am telling you what missing yard signs mean in a place that used to be covered in them.
Look up from the screen.
Drive your own road. Count what is there and count what is not.
You have information nobody is collecting.
You are the only instrument standing in your own county.
And if you take that to a machine and it asks you for a source, you tell it what I told mine.
I am the source. I live here.
Now let us both look at the number together and see where we disagree.
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