Meanwhile, in the orbiting stealth observation station...
Alien One: Hey, look at this planet’s energy timeline. 1945: split the atom. 1954: first nuclear plant. 2025: entire continents covered in giant spinning sticks again.
Alien Two: Spinning sticks? You mean… windmills? Like their 12th-century tech?
Alien One: Yep. Mastered the power of a thousand suns, then collectively said, “Nah, let’s just pray for wind.”
Alien Two: Ran out of uranium maybe?
Alien One: They’ve got oceans of thorium and enough uranium dissolved in seawater to last millennia. They just… picked the sticks.
Alien Two: Religious ritual? Appeasing the Great Breeze Spirit?
Alien One: Would explain Germany. Shut down flawless reactors, then paid the neighbors to burn coal when the sticks take a nap.
Alien Two: I hate these creatures. They’ve got fusion working in a lab, but the solution was clearly taller bird-chopping sky fans.
Alien One: Give it a decade and they’ll rediscover fire and call it “breakthrough baseload.”
So, the dog brings the tennis ball over, throws it at me and lays down with that Astro smile. I toss the ball into the kitchen, he watches it roll to a stop, then he turns to look at me like, “Well that was fuckin’ dumb.”
Life with a Livestock Guardian Dog.
Good morning!
Today is my Daddy’s 85th birthday!
Happy Birthday to the man who shaped so much of who I am.
My dad is the one who taught me how to ride a motorcycle, build engines, and use an oscilloscope before most kids even knew what one was. He taught me how to think, how to solve problems, and how to keep going when things got hard.
But more importantly, he showed up.
Every volleyball game. Every track meet. Every platform diving competition. No matter what was going on in life, I could look up and know he’d be there.
He gave me confidence before I had any of my own. He believed in me long before I understood what I was capable of becoming.
A lot of people spend their lives wondering what kind of impact they made on this world. I never have to wonder about his. I am part of it.
Everything I’ve accomplished carries pieces of the lessons, work ethic, strength, patience, and love he poured into me over a lifetime.
Happy Birthday, Dad.
Thank you for being my teacher, my protector, my biggest supporter, and one of the finest men I’ve ever known. I love you more than words can adequately express.
@MCCCANM Is it possible this was a suicide act attempting to take the plane down? If the jet had made it to V2 and had an engine hit like that, even though you all train for such an occurrence, the probability of not making a safe return goes up, doesn’t it?
RE: Gerrymandering
In case you missed it, the Virginia Supreme Court just invalidated the gerrymandering plan that Governor Abigail "The White Witch" Spanberger got the Commonwealth's voters to approve via disinformation, illegal procedures, stealth and confusing/misleading ballot initiative language.
Which is actually incredibly humorous.
You see, the rabidly anti-democratic nature of that Virginia plan motivated red states to do something similar, except legal.
Then, coincidentally, the US Supreme Court said that race-based legislative districts are unlawful, so now Southern red states are doing what Virginia wanted to do, except they are doing it legally and eliminating those unconstitutional, race-based districts that have been in place for decades.
Today, Virginia, who started all this nonsense, got their whole scheme demolished while the other states--who did what they did largely in response to Virginia--have their new plans legally in place.
All of this might have locked in the House for the GOP in the mid-terms.
The irony is glorious and the schadenfreude is delicious.
In other words, the whole sequence of events is ***schadenfreudelicious***!
My father was my entire universe…
my North Star, my fortress, my blade forged in the same unyielding fire that runs through my veins.
He was the greatest man who ever walked this earth, and no soul, living or dead, could ever stand in his shadow.
Not one.
He measured up to nothing less than legend, for every reason the sun has ever risen to witness:
his quiet steel, his ruthless integrity, his heart that beat like a war drum for the ones he loved and protected.
He never judged me. Not once.
Whatever path I carved…however dark, however wild, however mine…he stood at my back like the silent sentinel he was, eyes steady, pride absolute.
He was my best friend, my shield, and the one who taught me to fight like a goddamn killer:
precise, merciless, lethal in every strike.
No mercy for the world that would test me. He raised one hell of a strong fighter in these bones, and every scar I carry is proof of the warrior he built.
We were the same, he and I…same savage spirit, same unbreakable will that laughs in the face of storms and refuses to kneel.
That is why he gave me my middle name, Grey.
It is the only name I claim, the only one I answer to, because it is his mark on me.
His legacy. His blood and breath made manifest.
Not a single day passes that I don’t miss him like absolute fucking crazy…like the air has been ripped from my lungs and the ground split beneath my feet.
The ache is a living thing, raw and relentless.
But he is never gone. He walks with me in every step, every swing of the fist, every unapologetic word I speak into the void.
He is the ferocity in my blood, the depth in my silence, the love that no language will ever fully cage.
I love you beyond measure, Dad.
Beyond words. Beyond worlds.
You made me Grey.
And Grey will carry your name like a blade until the stars burn out.
🖤💋