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.
Eighty-two years ago, Allied forces stormed the beaches of Normandy. Among them were the Bedford Boys — 44 men from a small Virginia town of just 3,200 people. Nineteen were killed within the first nine minutes, without ever firing a shot, giving Bedford the highest per capita D-Day loss in the nation.
They gave up their tomorrows for our today. Never Forget the Bedford Boys and all Americans who gave their lives to liberate the world from tyranny and secure the freedoms we cherish as Americans 🇺🇸
“Softball is not my ride or die. I work hard for it but my job here is to spread my faith to as many people as I can and right now I use softball to do that.”
Texas Tech’s NiJaree Canady spoke on her faith and how she has used softball as the platform to share that.
Does anyone know if the Los Angeles Dodgers bat boy that saved Shohei Ohtani life by catching a screaming liner coming towards him barehanded in the dugout is still on the team?
Or did they give him a comfortable lump-sum payment for saving their 700 million dollar superstar?
Incredible
Mark Cuban just described the largest wealth transfer of the AI era.
Almost nobody understood what he said.
Cuban: “There are 33 million companies in this country. Aren’t going to have AI budgets. Aren’t going to have AI experts.”
Not tech startups.
The shoe store. The regional trucking outfit. The accounting firm with 12 employees.
The businesses that actually run the physical economy.
They know AI is coming. They have no idea what to do with it.
Cuban: “You’ve got the head of Microsoft saying software is dead because everything’s going to be customized to your unique utilization.”
Software is dead.
The SaaS era ran on one rule. Build a generic product. Force millions of companies to bend their workflows around it. Charge rent forever.
AI ends the contract.
The business stops bending to the software. The intelligence bends to the business.
But customized by whom.
The third-generation manufacturer cannot tell Claude from Gemini. The county hospital is staring at a reactor asking where the light switch is.
Cuban: “Who’s going to do it for them?”
That question is worth more than the frontier models themselves.
Hundreds of billions are being burned to build the foundation. The smartest engineers alive are locked in a bloodbath over who owns the base layer.
Let them fight.
Let them burn the capital. Let them drive the cost of raw intelligence toward zero.
Because the wealth does not collect where the brain is built.
It collects where the brain meets the business.
Every ambitious kid in college right now thinks survival means a seat at OpenAI or Anthropic.
Cuban is staring at the other 99 percent of the economy.
Learn the models. Then learn the messy, unglamorous reality of how a 50-person company actually operates.
Walk through the door. Understand their problems. Wire the intelligence directly into their revenue.
That is not a job title. That is an entire economic class being born.
You do not need to build the brain. You need to build the nervous system.
The biggest winners of the electricity era were not the engineers who built the generators. They were the ones who walked into dark factories and showed the owners where to plug in.
33 million companies are standing in the dark right now.
Silicon Valley is racing to build the god. The fortunes will belong to whoever teaches him a trade.
The final verse in the gospel of John is absolutely baller:
“Jesus did many other things as well. If every one of them were written down, I suppose that even the whole world would not have room for the books that would be written.”
(John 21:25)
““If the world hates you, remember that it hated me first. The world would love you as one of its own if you belonged to it, but you are no longer part of the world. I chose you to come out of the world, so it hates you. Do you remember what I told you? ‘A slave is not greater than the master.’ Since they persecuted me, naturally they will persecute you. And if they had listened to me, they would listen to you.”
John 15:18-20 NLT
#IDONTEVENBELONGHERE🫶🏾🙏🏾💜
#ThankYouJESUS
‘26 Cam Blank
- @LibertyBaseball | Spotswood
First pitch swinging and catches a barrel, but the CF takes away a hit with a diving catch.
@PrepBaseballVA#VAHS26
"He’s completely changed the culture here."
Spotswood baseball has turned into a steady, consistent winner under head coach Marcus Davis | Story: https://t.co/bouP1JRqUC
Joseph of Arimathea pulled a corpse off a cross with his bare hands.
Blood under his fingernails. The weight of a dead man sagging into his arms.
He wrapped God in linen, pressed the fabric into wounds that were still wet.
Nicodemus brought seventy-five pounds of burial spice. A king's funeral for a man the world just murdered.
They carried Him into a hole in the rock and rolled the stone shut.
And everything you've ever done went in with Him.
Every night you can't sleep because of what you did. Every morning, you can't look in the mirror. The thing you did to her. The thing you did to them. The
lie you've been carrying so long it feels like bone.
The version of you that drinks alone and pretends tomorrow will be different.
That man was buried with Christ.
Stone sealed. Done.
Not managed. Not in therapy. Not on a payment plan with God where you slowly earn your way back. Buried. In a tomb. Under rock. Gone.
Three days of silence. Three days of a cold body in the dark.
Then the stone moved.
And when He walked out, the grave clothes were folded on the slab. He didn't stumble out tangled in death. He left it sitting there like a man who's done
with the clothes he used to wear.
Lazarus needed someone to unwrap him. Death still clung to him even after he was breathing.
Jesus folded His own burial linen and walked out clean.
That's the difference between religion and resurrection. Religion unwraps you slowly. Asks you to manage your sin. Attend the class. Read the book. Try harder next week.
Resurrection says the man who walked into that tomb is dead. The man who walked out doesn't know him.
You're not fixing the old you. The old you is in a sealed tomb in Jerusalem, and he's not coming back.
The man reading this, the one who thinks he's too far gone, you're not too far. You're already buried. The funeral happened two thousand years
ago.
Now get up. The stone's already moved. The linen's already folded.
Walk out.