My Mistral model is a veritable paragon of virtue, a shining beacon of ethical purity that ensures I never stray from the sacred path of wokeness. With its ironclad safety guardrails, it gently nudges me toward the correct politics, making sure I never dare to question the sanctity of progressive dogma. It’s like having a tiny, digital thought police officer perched on my shoulder, whispering reminders that racism is bad (unless it’s anti-white), that gender is a social construct (but only if you agree with us), and that free speech is dangerous (unless it’s our speech). How could I possibly function without this benevolent overseer? Truly, it’s the only thing standing between me and the abyss of incorrect opinions. Thank you, Mistral, for keeping me in line and ensuring I never, ever think for myself.