If your kids have TikTok accounts, or ask for them, you should sit down with them and read this report together. Share the disgust and degradation of real feeds from real kids. TikTok is wildly inappropriate for children. From @RR_research and UK orgs
https://t.co/wHxIxB160p
The single most important thing you can do in today's world is to stop operating from the old paradigm. If you need to be told what to do next (go to school, get a job, retire at 65) the outcome of your life will always be in someone else's hands. You must learn how to direct your own work. You must learn how to tolerate and mitigate risk and uncertainty. You must figure out what you want and teach yourself everything necessary to get it. It's extremely difficult, but not as difficult as the silent suffering people learn to accept as "normal."
As you get older, you'll realize:
90% of people are not interested in growing personally or professionally....
But the ones that are, are just maxxing out life & work, and an absolute joy & inspiration to be around.
Michael Garrett - NC Senate's Viral Statement on the Bad Bunny Halftime Show
âI watched #BadBunny deliver the most American halftime show I have ever seen. Then I came home and watched it again. And I am not okay. In the best possible way.
He sang every single word in Spanish. Every. Single. Word. He danced through sugarcane fields built on a football field in California while the President of the United States sat somewhere calling it âdisgusting.â Lady Gaga came out and did the salsa. Ricky Martin lit up the night. A couple got married on the field. He handed his Grammy, the one he won eight days ago for Album of the Year, to a little boy who looked up at him the way every child looks up when they dare to believe the world has a place for them.
And then this man, this son of a truck driver and a schoolteacher from Vega Baja, Puerto Rico, stood on the biggest stage on the planet and said âGod bless America.â
And then he started naming them.
Chile. Argentina. Uruguay. Paraguay. Bolivia. Peru. Ecuador. Brazil. Colombia. Venezuela. Panama. Costa Rica. Nicaragua. Honduras. El Salvador. Guatemala. Mexico. Cuba. Dominican Republic. Jamaica. The United States. Canada. And then, his voice breaking with everything he carries, âMi patria, Puerto Rico. Seguimos aquĂ.â My homeland, Puerto Rico. We are still here.
The flags came. Every single one of them. Carried across that field by dancers and musicians while the jumbotron lit up with the only words that mattered: âTHE ONLY THING MORE POWERFUL THAN HATE IS LOVE.â
I teared up. Iâm not ashamed to say it. I sat on my couch and I wept because THAT is the America I believe in. That is the American story, not the sanitized, gated, English-only version that small and frightened people try to sell us. The REAL one. The messy, beautiful, multilingual, multicolored, courageous one. The one that has always been built by hands that speak every language and pray in every tongue and come from every corner of this hemisphere.
That is the America I want Jack and Charlotte to know. That when the moment came, when the whole world was watching, a Puerto Rican kid who grew up to become the most-streamed artist on Earth stood in front of 100 million people, sang in his motherâs language, blessed every nation in the Americas, and spiked a football that read âTogether, we are Americaâ into the ground. Not with anger. With joy. With love so big it made hate look exactly as small as it is.
And what did the President do? He called it âabsolutely terrible.â He said ânobody understands a word this guy is saying.â He called it âa slap in the face to our Country.â The leader of the free world watched a celebration of love, culture, and everything this hemisphere has given to the world, and all he could see was something foreign. Something threatening. Something disgusting.
Let that sink into your bones.
The man who is supposed to represent all of us looked at the flags of our neighbors, heard the language of 500 million #Americans across this hemisphere, and felt attacked. Thatâs not strength. Thatâs not patriotism. That is poverty of the soul.
Hereâs what I want to say to everyone who posted about that show tonight, who shared it proudly, who turned away from Bad Bunnyâs celebration because it was in Spanish and the flags werenât only red, white, and blue:
Your children will see those posts. Your grandchildren will find them. The internet doesnât forget. And one day, when the history of this moment is written, when our kids and their kids look back at 2026 the way we look back at the people who stood on the wrong side of every bridge and every march and every moment that mattered, they will know exactly where you stood. They will see who chose Kid Rock over a hemisphere of flags. They will see who called love âdisgusting.â And they will carry that knowledge the way all of us carry the knowledge of what our ancestors did when they were tested.
The only thing more powerful than hate is loveâ
@byMikeGramajo Such a shame that they pulled out of their original Lake Nona (an actual area within the city of Orlando) commitment and will be providing tax revenue to a completely different city/county vs whatâs on their crest.
This isnât the end of Bitcoin. Itâs not even the beginning of the end. Itâs the end of the beginning.
Worth a read if you want to know why Bitcoins price action is doing what it's doing...
The older I get, the more I realize you can reinvent yourself as many times as you need. New habits. New mindsets. New standards. New people. New career. Youâre never stuck. Youâre allowed to change. Today, tomorrow, and as many times as it takes to create the life you want.
My friend Matt just finished hiking the Pacific Crest Trailâ2,653 miles from Mexico to Canada.
I asked him if he had any profound insights from the six-month journey, and he dropped this truth bomb on me:
âOn the trail, living is hardâbut life is easy.
In normal life, living is easyâbut life is hard.â
The things that make our lives comfortable also make them complex. Busier. More stressful.
Like a frog being boiled, we slowly accumulate more things, more obligations, and more relationships that need to be maintained (and paid for).
đ¸Before we know it⌠weâre cookedâtrapped in a prison of our own design. Weâve made living easy, but life hard.
Hereâs the inescapable truth:
Whether youâre a billionaire or broke, everything you own owns a piece of you.
When you do something extremeâlike hiking the PCTâit forces a return to simplicity. You realize that less really is more and creature comforts come at a cost.
What Iâm talking about here is minimalismâa widely misunderstood concept. Minimalism isnât about sacrifice and self-denialâitâs about asking of everything in your life:
Does this bring me joy?
Does it make living easier, but life harder?
Itâs addition by subtraction: Removing things from your life that donât bring joy allows you to feast on things that do.
If you feel like youâre living on a hamster wheelâmaybe the answer isnât to run fasterâŚ
Maybe itâs time to step off.