The National Anthem at the White House was absolutely epic!!! 🇺🇸🔥 Wait for the flyover!!!!

Somewhere in America, a baseball stadium. Forty thousand people, and suddenly, for no reason I could see, one slice of them stood and sat back down. Then the next slice. Then the next. A tide of bodies, rolling around the bowl toward me. I understood at once: a maneuver. A rising passed shoulder to shoulder, the way a clan signals along a wall that the enemy is near. I did not know the enemy. But I would not be the man who broke the formation. I studied the timing. The men beside me tensed. This was my section's moment to hold the line. I stood — Too early. Alone. One warrior risen against a sky of seated strangers. The tide had not reached us yet. The man beside me looked up, kindly. "You gotta wait for it, buddy." Wait for it. The maneuver has a rhythm, and I had insulted the rhythm. I sat. My face was hot. Eight hundred years of reading the battlefield, and I had misjudged a wave of office workers eating nachos. It came around again. I felt the swell now — three sections away, two, one — I rose with them. Arms up. A clean link in the chain. The tide passed through me and rolled on, and I had never felt so completely part of something I did not understand. "There you go," the man said, not looking, eating a nacho. A man does not ask the tide to wait for him. He learns its rhythm, or he stands alone. I do not know who the enemy was. I no longer think there was one. The wave exists only so that forty thousand strangers can, for six seconds, become one body and feel it. I will ride every wave from now on. And I will never again rise too soon.

autonomous robot driving through the field at night. no chemicals. no pesticides. just UV light killing pathogens and pests while everyone sleeps. this is @tricrobotics. this is what chemical-free pest control looks like at scale.

Power grows fastest when disguised as compassion.

Don’t worry about Elon becoming rich with his own money. Worry about politicians becoming rich with your money.

The morning of July 24, 1915, the SS Eastland rocked gently at the Chicago River dock between Clark and LaSalle. Her decks were alive with 2,572 excited passengers, mostly Czech and Polish immigrants and their families, headed to a Western Electric company picnic. Laughter filled the air. No one noticed how dangerously top-heavy the old steamer had become. At 7:28 a.m., still moored, she lurched and rolled ninety degrees, capsizing into twenty feet of filthy water. The joy turned to horror in a single deafening roar: 2,500 people screaming at once. Hundreds were trapped inside the hull; hundreds more thrashed in the river. Heavy skirts dragged women and children under like stones. Fifteen-year-old Helen “Nellie” Nowak, the night elevator girl at the neighboring warehouse, froze on the dock. She had been hauling produce since 4 a.m. and couldn’t swim a stroke. The sound hit her like a blow. Without hesitation, she raced inside, grabbed forty feet of thick Manila rope, tied it to a steel bollard, and flung the other end into the chaos. For forty-five brutal minutes, Nellie lay on her stomach and pulled. She looped the rope around wrists, braced her feet, and hauled people up, sometimes three at a time. Her palms tore open to the bone. When the pain became unbearable, she tied the rope around her own waist and kept going, teeth clenched, body screaming. Police finally dragged her away at 8:30 a.m. By then, Nellie had saved twenty-one lives. Her hands were ruined, a rib broken. Western Electric gave her a job for life; she worked there fifty years. When companies had a soul. The survivors called her “The Girl With The Rope.” That blood-stained Manila rope now rests in the Chicago History Museum, a quiet testament to one ordinary girl who refused to let go.

USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving. Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free. I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these." "They just come with the table, man." They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner. This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat. I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared. "Did we…?" "Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless." Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined. My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude." Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man. I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy. Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived. I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most. Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.

.@BernieSanders , it is a time to celebrate. @elonmusk has created enormous value for society by building @SpaceX, driving down the cost of rocket launches and creating a global satellite communication network that has brought high speed, low-cost internet and communication access to hundreds of millions and eventually billions of people along with critical advantages for our military and our nation’s defense. SpaceX and its technologies will cause an acceleration in the growth of wages and wealth creation globally, including in some of the poorest communities in the U.S. and around the world. Access to low-cost, high speed communications everywhere will allow children around the world to be educated, families to build businesses, and life-saving medical knowledge and care to be available everywhere. SpaceX will materially bring down the cost of compute, advancing AI and humanity. Meanwhile, 4,000 SpaceX employees yesterday became millionaires, including hourly wage employees who you claim you are trying to help. The Elon Musks of the world drive growth, global GDP, and provide access to goods and services at lower cost that would otherwise not exist. Elon’s nominal trillionaire status is due to his ownership of SpaceX, Tesla, Neuralink, the Boring Company and his other initiatives that have brought new technologies that improve our everyday lives. Elon is not sitting on a trillion dollar pile of cash, jewelry and gold. He is using his controlling stakes in his companies to advance mankind. Elon’s companies don’t pay dividends. They reinvest all of their capital to accelerate innovation and value creation. Elon is working 24/7 for all of us. He deserves respect and appreciation, not smears. Bernie, your socialism would never allow a SpaceX to be built. Socialism has only proven to impoverish mankind and lead to death and destruction. We need to create the conditions for more SpaceXs to be built, not attack the great entrepreneurs who are helping to advance our country.

Our Destiny…..

Very few times have I EVER heard the Star Spangled Banner sang this impressively. Bravo chads 🥃

Happy bday Dad ❤️. Photo from mom’s bday last year (pregnant with Audrey). Mom skipped her bday this year, I skipped mine, this isn’t the year for parties unfortunately but hopefully next year 🙏🙏🙏