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Melania wrote this last week… “Individual Liberty is the foundation that lets one create, build businesses, challenge convention, and pursue ideas without fear.
Self-determination inspires different thinking…”
In a world being transformed by AI… Obama coached us to talk about this historic disruption…
“It takes courage…”
Times of transformation and revolution create in each nation and individual a crisis of identity…
Where if only for a moment… you forget who you are… and question your worth to the core…
Because we all have historically been hard wired programmed in a culture where a man and woman’s identity is… their work title… and how great their family looks… compared to those Jones’…
What can be indivisible about all that?
and… what can we be indivisible about?
Investing in the future… full stop.
Or in Matthew McConaughey parlance “JKL”…
Jesus said the “For you always have the poor with you, and whenever you want, you can do good for them…”
In America we have always invested in the future…
My father grew up with a dad who died of polio when he was 10 years old. His mother worked on a secretary salary and raised him in a house full of boys with an uncle and TV dinners. He met my mother at a party in Denver when she was in modeling school and worked as a corporate secretary.
They researched the most affordable colleges in the country for him to attain an MBA and decided to move to California to attend San Jose State. He became the first in his family to graduate from college.
Those credentials opened doors for his career with IBM… and they were able to raise a family of four on an upper middle class income…
the American Dream…
The state of California through its university system invested in my dad when all he had was a few dollars in his pocket… a dream…and gas in his car to move to a state with a governor named Ronald Reagan…
Today the state of New Mexico offers free in-state college for anyone who wants it… it provides universal free child care for working parents… and nearly half of the state budget goes to education… taking its obligation to the 10th Amendment of the US constitution seriously.
Likewise… DJT’s Team has now built the Trump investment accounts for my daughter… where if I invest 40 dollars a month she will have around 8K when she graduates from high school… and if I invest 400 dollars a month she will have around 70K. Which is commensurate to what I was investing in my retirement at the state of New Mexico.
Grant Cardone calls the middle class a “trap class”…
because we don’t invest…
… other than what we are forced to withhold in our paychecks which is… retirement… Social Security… Medicare… Medicaid…
All good investments…
We just don’t call them that… because the middle class doesn’t invest… we purchase crap that makes us look good…
Of course there are exceptions that prove the rule… and most of them level up to the upper class if they do… Or risk it all and plunge into the lower class…
or both scenarios… in one’s lifetime…
but if you are trapped in the middle class lifestyle… the default is comfort… two car payments… a mortgage… consumer and student loan debt…
even if it is not living up to your potential… it looks great on the outside…
You have a title at work and respect that follows that… and all the trapping of a good life…
and then a plot twist…
a divorce… an economic downturn… a pandemic… a career transition… and all of those weather patterns collide in the middle… creating a tornado alley… leaving nothing but destruction and a broken path to navigate through a spectrum of poverty and shame…
Yusuf said “the eradication of poverty is the way to peace…”
And Bush 43 wrote… "America has never been united by blood or birth or soil. We are bound by ideals that move us beyond our backgrounds, lift us above our interests"
“God blesses those who work for peace, for they will be called the children of God.”
And then the sun comes up in the morning… again… and you are free… to become…
Beyond your past… where your identity was tied to your job and your title. But now you have a community there to make sure you are not unseen or unheard…
you are enough…

The AI disruption of the workplace will inevitably send many folks into the spectrum of poverty in the next five years… for a while… in career transitions… while they calibrate into the new world of work…
Gone is the world of my father… of going to college and getting a job with one company and retiring on a full pension and a gold watch…
It is a new world order now…
full of challenges and all the potential therein…
and yet…
Warren Buffett wrote… “Never bet against America…”
This is our time… our golden age…
and there we stand… at the drawbridge Hamilton left down for us all… “beside the golden door…”
The New Colossus
By Emma Lazarus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
This July 4th was on the day of Shabbat which commemorates God’s deliverance of the Israelites from slavery in Egypt. In that ancient culture… every fifty years was a “Year of Jubillee” where all debts were forgiven and a new investment in the future began…
Maybe this time we invest more in schools and in community and cultural centers…
and less in for-profit prisons… who take fathers away for nonviolent crimes… and disproportionately in minority communities for good measure… something DJT and Kim Kardashian have called attention to…. because it leaves families to pick up the pieces… and grows the poverty sector instead of the economy…
As Jordan Peterson wrote… “It is no wonder they would think they are depressed; there is nothing in their life that is working. But that is not exactly a diagnosis at the level of the individual; it is a diagnosis of the relationship between the individual and the structure containing social institutions.”
There was a “disturbance in the force” which always stared at us from the shadowed corner… every day in the field of education… like Hamlet’s Father’s Ghost…
the fact that historically many of the same builders who built schools… also built prisons…
and used a data point to know what scale to build… for future incarceration…
\*\*third‑grade reading levels\*\*
It would be too obvious of an understatement to write that that is Bullsh—t…
So I will say it in another way…
If you ignore everything else I write… remember this…
How did we get to a point where we bet against American families and kids?… and we can do better than that… full stop.
Trade schools and Universities should transform to build a new culture of work and family integration… and leverage AI in all of the right and intuitive ways…
it is the new moonshot…
Back in the day… there was a dawning of a new age marked by a space race… and followed after… assassinations… forming an era between détente and mutually assured destruction… which is one way to have a relationship with someone that doesn’t agree with you…
but not the only way…
The fear and hope of that period was described perfectly in the accidental keynote speech delivered by a former governor and defeated presidential candidate… with the authority of a winner…
“Those who would read this letter… a hundred years from now… will know…”
https://youtu.be/\_eSmfldz\_bA?is=WUmXCNZqSsekXsCz
An American sycamore casts a long shadow on the deep crimson of the Crape Myrtle blossoms exploding… whilst the berries of the Skunkbush Sumac hide beneath its shadowy leaves… surrounded by Pink Oleander in the in-between…
“And he lifted up his eyes…
Blessed be ye poor:
for your's is the kingdom of God…”
E Pluribus Unum is the work for those of us who still have breath in our lungs… and another chance to God intrust…
a larger than life child…
… looking back at you from the Children International billboard in the 505…
and in the quiet evening hours after work… lifting up her eyes from a color penciled sketch of the Little Mermaid in her plush yellow dog journal… on a circle red table with larger-than-life pencils for legs and a matching kid-sized chair. Ready for a bedtime game or story... her Cherokee brown eyes smiling back at me… as if to say…
“… you got this?!”

59% Approval Rating. Prices coming down along with the lowering of oil and gas. Thank you! DJT

BERS FUKT, PRAISE TO BE ALLHA - DJT

“The lion in winter” is a term for a great leader in their later years…
There were amazing celebrations of the 250 anniversary of the printing of the Declaration of Independence which became the most radical document ever produced… next to the Gutenberg Bible of course…
And in all the pomp and regalia of early July… there was an important headline buried in all of the excitement…
McDonald's became great again…

by bringing back the deep fried apple pie… something true believers have been looking for… for decades…
And almost found versions of at KFC and Whataburger… but then… the original returned to the Golden Arches… and the world changed in a blink of the eye…
The background of an infinite New Mexico skyline backlit the shadowed mountain unmoved… the middle ground painted with ancient cottonwoods… sycamores… and evergreens in between the New Deal-era desert elms… and in the foreground… a Children International billboard on the corner of Paradise Blvd. that reads…
“End poverty for good”
The Boss wrote this past week … “… you love your country so much that you are willing to look at it clearly, recognize its faults, encourage it to be a better place, and believe that you carry in your heart the country that is waiting.”
It is the lions of winter who command a presence of mind… diametrically opposed to the “timid souls” TR wrote about in the arena…
Who have known both victory and defeat…
and have wisdom and unfinished business to discuss with the Next Gen of cycle breakers… for the next chapters ahead… who as April Ripley describes…
“… tend to arrive with dreams... far larger than what their ancestors ever had permission to imagine... carrying an inner knowing that certain patterns...
self-abandonment
silence
shrinking
settling
survival…

end with them.”
Elijah called down fire from heaven and then hid in a cave from a jealous Queen… David beheaded a giant with his own sword and later was on the run for over a decade from a jealous King… America has won many victories and then negotiated a unfinished peace…
The founding generation defeated one of the largest professional militaries on the globe at the time… and then negotiated away ending the slave trade.
Four score later a force function of an assassination in a theater formed a unitedly divided country… with Jim Crowe Laws… Klan members ran for city council… university executive boards… and congress… while a young Hitler across the ocean studied their American race laws and segregation policies…
Four score after Appomattox… a united America and its allies saved the entire world in a war… before an unfinished peace… of a trial and execution of many enemy high ranks at Nuremberg…
and yet…
in the aftermath… many remained lurking in the shadows of history… the old 3rd Reich… who fled to the ends of the earth… and took with them their Next Gen and an understanding of how to divide a community… and to operationalize it in the most efficient way…
because once you taste power you don’t forget…
and a “lost cause” becomes the long game… it becomes asymmetrical warfare… something Patton specialized in fighting against… before he took bullet to the back the head in the end…
It was a hot muggy July afternoon in the heartland… a lion in winter looked across at me from an upright chair in the living room…while his wife of over 50 years made us dinner in the kitchen…
She always wrote the best handwritten letters to me. She waited for him while he was in Europe in a prison camp after his plane was shot down… and where the enemy broke his back… and left him where he had to negotiate a little less pain sitting in an upright chair…
He said to me… “I wouldn’t want to be in your generation…”
Four score after Nuremberg and the aftermath… here we are…
We have come a long ways from the founding unfinished…
and yet…
just might have within our grasp… the possibility of… not an unfinished…
but a lasting peace and prosperity…
A Golden Age…
“Hope is a choice…” as Michelle would say…
Marianne Williamson wrote a reflection about being on the cusp of our sacred courage ahead…
“… Every life is basically holographic, each of us containing within ourselves both the chaos and possibilities of the world at large.”
I looked up on that cool muggy July evening… and saw a star spangled banner flown… lit to the precise evening flag code… over a proud home… the American dream of a brave American hero. The smell of perfectly cut grass blanketed by a thick field of fireflies… to capture in a jar… and keep as nightlights for the bedside of your memory… of a bygone era…
The lion I knew died at the turn of the century… in the heartland of America…
The first steps into a new century were made on the other side of a bridge built by Clinton and Blair… with what became a special relationship between empires…
whose destinies have always been separatly intertwined…
Iron mixed with clay as some would interpret in Daniel’s vision. A broken iron republic turned empire ruled by men with feet of clay… given authority by pen to parchment from the Magna Carta to the US Constitution… acknowledging everyone’s birthright… as from the Creator.
The first steps into a new a golden age ruled by a lion in winter… were built on the foundation of the last lion of the 20th Century…
Historic presidents remind us that things can change on the other side of a scaffolded bridge period marked by financial crisis… tragedy… plague… and wars over oil…
and hope…
David wrote… "As for me, I will always have hope…”
Since the founding… each century has seen an American Lion rise… beginning with Washington.
TR became the first lion of the 20th Century…
And Reagan who had Edmund Morris’s “The Rise of Theodore Roosevelt” on his Oval Office desk became the last… as hailed by Jack Kemp… a title originally bestowed to Churchill…
So… who would be the first lion of the 21st century? Some would argue Obama… some would say DJT whose symbol was a lion in past campaigns… since an elephant or donkey didn’t quite fit his larger than life persona much like his hero TR before…
Washington in his later years became the wise one in the room of hot tempers of passion… in a newly formed country so revolutionary there was was no previous map of the next step…
Twelve score and ten years ago… everything changed…
And now it’s day one…
Centuries apart GW and DJT sat at their executive desks to put pen to paper as lions in winter…
"Gentlemen, you will permit me to put on my spectacles, for I have grown not only gray, but almost blind in the service of my country..."
“Through courage, sacrifice and the unshakeable belief that all men are created equal, the United States was forged into one indivisible nation under God.”
As Marianne Williamson reminded us…
“Have faith.
Don't look back. Look straight ahead.
Keep walking.
There's a divine Light in every heart that is guiding the whole thing.”
The light of one spark… having a someone who see the wars won inside and stands with you… to finish an unfinished peace… every step… even if only the next one… of a thousand…
“History has its eyes on you…”
“He lives in you…”
https://youtu.be/ws\_pklV1cP8?is=OsQucT0CCoMyPPBW

this implies DJT gives a fuck about where his semen went. he ain't

Here is the thing, if the shortage is to go over 2+ years, a lot more companies would be investing right now in their own memory fabs like Terafab. They could even convince DJT to make it a national priority.
The lack of that indicates the industry does not expect the shortage to last long enough. I refuse to believe these hyperscalers with all free cash will continue to pay premium forever.

Thank you for your attention to this matter - DJT

Hormuz is so unbelievably beyond OPEN right now it’s not even funny - DJT

DJT

Man life is so fleeting and fragile, really makes you think philosophically. For example, calls or puts on DJT when it's his turn to go??

The interesting thing about Lindsey Graham death is that DJT this week has been mentioning a lot that Iran is after him.

Now who is going to blow DJT every day?

Yes, catastrophic anal prolapse following multiple rounds of relentless buggery from male escorts wearing lifelike DJT facemasks and industrial quantities of poppers and ketamine. His entire digestive tract spilled out onto the floor of the motel room. Very sad. Very slippery.

Melania wrote this last week… “Individual Liberty is the foundation that lets one create, build businesses, challenge convention, and pursue ideas without fear.
Self-determination inspires different thinking…”
In a world being transformed by AI… Obama coached us to talk about this historic disruption…
“It takes courage…”
Times of transformation and revolution create in each nation and individual a crisis of identity…
Where if only for a moment… you forget who you are… and question your worth to the core…
Because we all have historically been hard wired programmed in a culture where a man and woman’s identity is… their work title… and how great their family looks… compared to those Jones’…
What can be indivisible about all that?
and… what can we be indivisible about?
Investing in the future… full stop.
Or in Matthew McConaughey parlance “JKL”…
Jesus said the “For you always have the poor with you, and whenever you want, you can do good for them…”
In America we have always invested in the future…
My father grew up with a dad who died of polio when he was 10 years old. His mother worked on a secretary salary and raised him in a house full of boys with an uncle and TV dinners. He met my mother at a party in Denver when she was in modeling school and worked as a corporate secretary.
They researched the most affordable colleges in the country for him to attain an MBA and decided to move to California to attend San Jose State. He became the first in his family to graduate from college.
Those credentials opened doors for his career with IBM… and they were able to raise a family of four on an upper middle class income…
the American Dream…
The state of California through its university system invested in my dad when all he had was a few dollars in his pocket… a dream…and gas in his car to move to a state with a governor named Ronald Reagan…
Today the state of New Mexico offers free in-state college for anyone who wants it… it provides universal free child care for working parents… and nearly half of the state budget goes to education… taking its obligation to the 10th Amendment of the US constitution seriously.
Likewise… DJT’s Team has now built the Trump investment accounts for my daughter… where if I invest 40 dollars a month she will have around 8K when she graduates from high school… and if I invest 400 dollars a month she will have around 70K. Which is commensurate to what I was investing in my retirement at the state of New Mexico.
Grant Cardone calls the middle class a “trap class”…
because we don’t invest…
… other than what we are forced to withhold in our paychecks which is… retirement… Social Security… Medicare… Medicaid…
All good investments…
We just don’t call them that… because the middle class doesn’t invest… we purchase crap that makes us look good…
Of course there are exceptions that prove the rule… and most of them level up to the upper class if they do… Or risk it all and plunge into the lower class…
or both scenarios… in one’s lifetime…
but if you are trapped in the middle class lifestyle… the default is comfort… two car payments… a mortgage… consumer and student loan debt…
even if it is not living up to your potential… it looks great on the outside…
You have a title at work and respect that follows that… and all the trapping of a good life…
and then a plot twist…
a divorce… an economic downturn… a pandemic… a career transition… and all of those weather patterns collide in the middle… creating a tornado alley… leaving nothing but destruction and a broken path to navigate through a spectrum of poverty and shame…
Yusuf said “the eradication of poverty is the way to peace…”
And Bush 43 wrote… "America has never been united by blood or birth or soil. We are bound by ideals that move us beyond our backgrounds, lift us above our interests"
“God blesses those who work for peace, for they will be called the children of God.”
And then the sun comes up in the morning… again… and you are free… to become…
Beyond your past… where your identity was tied to your job and your title. But now you have a community there to make sure you are not unseen or unheard…
you are enough…

The AI disruption of the workplace will inevitably send many folks into the spectrum of poverty in the next five years… for a while… in career transitions… while they calibrate into the new world of work…
Gone is the world of my father… of going to college and getting a job with one company and retiring on a full pension and a gold watch…
It is a new world order now…
full of challenges and all the potential therein…
and yet…
Warren Buffett wrote… “Never bet against America…”
This is our time… our golden age…
and there we stand… at the drawbridge Hamilton left down for us all… “beside the golden door…”
The New Colossus
By Emma Lazarus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
This July 4th was on the day of Shabbat which commemorates God’s deliverance of the Israelites from slavery in Egypt. In that ancient culture… every fifty years was a “Year of Jubillee” where all debts were forgiven and a new investment in the future began…
Maybe this time we invest more in schools and in community and cultural centers…
and less in for-profit prisons… who take fathers away for nonviolent crimes… and disproportionately in minority communities for good measure… something DJT and Kim Kardashian have called attention to…. because it leaves families to pick up the pieces… and grows the poverty sector instead of the economy…
As Jordan Peterson wrote… “It is no wonder they would think they are depressed; there is nothing in their life that is working. But that is not exactly a diagnosis at the level of the individual; it is a diagnosis of the relationship between the individual and the structure containing social institutions.”
There was a “disturbance in the force” which always stared at us from the shadowed corner… every day in the field of education… like Hamlet’s Father’s Ghost…
the fact that historically many of the same builders who built schools… also built prisons…
and used a data point to know what scale to build… for future incarceration…
\*\*third‑grade reading levels\*\*
It would be too obvious of an understatement to write that that is Bullsh—t…
So I will say it in another way…
If you ignore everything else I write… remember this…
How did we get to a point where we bet against American families and kids?… and we can do better than that… full stop.
Trade schools and Universities should transform to build a new culture of work and family integration… and leverage AI in all of the right and intuitive ways…
it is the new moonshot…
Back in the day… there was a dawning of a new age marked by a space race… and followed after… assassinations… forming an era between détente and mutually assured destruction… which is one way to have a relationship with someone that doesn’t agree with you…
but not the only way…
The fear and hope of that period was described perfectly in the accidental keynote speech delivered by a former governor and defeated presidential candidate… with the authority of a winner…
“Those who would read this letter… a hundred years from now… will know…”
https://youtu.be/\_eSmfldz\_bA?is=WUmXCNZqSsekXsCz
An American sycamore casts a long shadow on the deep crimson of the Crape Myrtle blossoms exploding… whilst the berries of the Skunkbush Sumac hide beneath its shadowy leaves… surrounded by Pink Oleander in the in-between…
“And he lifted up his eyes…
Blessed be ye poor:
for your's is the kingdom of God…”
E Pluribus Unum is the work for those of us who still have breath in our lungs… and another chance to God intrust…
a larger than life child…
… looking back at you from the Children International billboard in the 505…
and in the quiet evening hours after work… lifting up her eyes from a color penciled sketch of the Little Mermaid in her plush yellow dog journal… on a circle red table with larger-than-life pencils for legs and a matching kid-sized chair. Ready for a bedtime game or story... her Cherokee brown eyes smiling back at me… as if to say…
“… you got this?!”

59% Approval Rating. Prices coming down along with the lowering of oil and gas. Thank you! DJT

BERS FUKT, PRAISE TO BE ALLHA - DJT

“The lion in winter” is a term for a great leader in their later years…
There were amazing celebrations of the 250 anniversary of the printing of the Declaration of Independence which became the most radical document ever produced… next to the Gutenberg Bible of course…
And in all the pomp and regalia of early July… there was an important headline buried in all of the excitement…
McDonald's became great again…

by bringing back the deep fried apple pie… something true believers have been looking for… for decades…
And almost found versions of at KFC and Whataburger… but then… the original returned to the Golden Arches… and the world changed in a blink of the eye…
The background of an infinite New Mexico skyline backlit the shadowed mountain unmoved… the middle ground painted with ancient cottonwoods… sycamores… and evergreens in between the New Deal-era desert elms… and in the foreground… a Children International billboard on the corner of Paradise Blvd. that reads…
“End poverty for good”
The Boss wrote this past week … “… you love your country so much that you are willing to look at it clearly, recognize its faults, encourage it to be a better place, and believe that you carry in your heart the country that is waiting.”
It is the lions of winter who command a presence of mind… diametrically opposed to the “timid souls” TR wrote about in the arena…
Who have known both victory and defeat…
and have wisdom and unfinished business to discuss with the Next Gen of cycle breakers… for the next chapters ahead… who as April Ripley describes…
“… tend to arrive with dreams... far larger than what their ancestors ever had permission to imagine... carrying an inner knowing that certain patterns...
self-abandonment
silence
shrinking
settling
survival…

end with them.”
Elijah called down fire from heaven and then hid in a cave from a jealous Queen… David beheaded a giant with his own sword and later was on the run for over a decade from a jealous King… America has won many victories and then negotiated a unfinished peace…
The founding generation defeated one of the largest professional militaries on the globe at the time… and then negotiated away ending the slave trade.
Four score later a force function of an assassination in a theater formed a unitedly divided country… with Jim Crowe Laws… Klan members ran for city council… university executive boards… and congress… while a young Hitler across the ocean studied their American race laws and segregation policies…
Four score after Appomattox… a united America and its allies saved the entire world in a war… before an unfinished peace… of a trial and execution of many enemy high ranks at Nuremberg…
and yet…
in the aftermath… many remained lurking in the shadows of history… the old 3rd Reich… who fled to the ends of the earth… and took with them their Next Gen and an understanding of how to divide a community… and to operationalize it in the most efficient way…
because once you taste power you don’t forget…
and a “lost cause” becomes the long game… it becomes asymmetrical warfare… something Patton specialized in fighting against… before he took bullet to the back the head in the end…
It was a hot muggy July afternoon in the heartland… a lion in winter looked across at me from an upright chair in the living room…while his wife of over 50 years made us dinner in the kitchen…
She always wrote the best handwritten letters to me. She waited for him while he was in Europe in a prison camp after his plane was shot down… and where the enemy broke his back… and left him where he had to negotiate a little less pain sitting in an upright chair…
He said to me… “I wouldn’t want to be in your generation…”
Four score after Nuremberg and the aftermath… here we are…
We have come a long ways from the founding unfinished…
and yet…
just might have within our grasp… the possibility of… not an unfinished…
but a lasting peace and prosperity…
A Golden Age…
“Hope is a choice…” as Michelle would say…
Marianne Williamson wrote a reflection about being on the cusp of our sacred courage ahead…
“… Every life is basically holographic, each of us containing within ourselves both the chaos and possibilities of the world at large.”
I looked up on that cool muggy July evening… and saw a star spangled banner flown… lit to the precise evening flag code… over a proud home… the American dream of a brave American hero. The smell of perfectly cut grass blanketed by a thick field of fireflies… to capture in a jar… and keep as nightlights for the bedside of your memory… of a bygone era…
The lion I knew died at the turn of the century… in the heartland of America…
The first steps into a new century were made on the other side of a bridge built by Clinton and Blair… with what became a special relationship between empires…
whose destinies have always been separatly intertwined…
Iron mixed with clay as some would interpret in Daniel’s vision. A broken iron republic turned empire ruled by men with feet of clay… given authority by pen to parchment from the Magna Carta to the US Constitution… acknowledging everyone’s birthright… as from the Creator.
The first steps into a new a golden age ruled by a lion in winter… were built on the foundation of the last lion of the 20th Century…
Historic presidents remind us that things can change on the other side of a scaffolded bridge period marked by financial crisis… tragedy… plague… and wars over oil…
and hope…
David wrote… "As for me, I will always have hope…”
Since the founding… each century has seen an American Lion rise… beginning with Washington.
TR became the first lion of the 20th Century…
And Reagan who had Edmund Morris’s “The Rise of Theodore Roosevelt” on his Oval Office desk became the last… as hailed by Jack Kemp… a title originally bestowed to Churchill…
So… who would be the first lion of the 21st century? Some would argue Obama… some would say DJT whose symbol was a lion in past campaigns… since an elephant or donkey didn’t quite fit his larger than life persona much like his hero TR before…
Washington in his later years became the wise one in the room of hot tempers of passion… in a newly formed country so revolutionary there was was no previous map of the next step…
Twelve score and ten years ago… everything changed…
And now it’s day one…
Centuries apart GW and DJT sat at their executive desks to put pen to paper as lions in winter…
"Gentlemen, you will permit me to put on my spectacles, for I have grown not only gray, but almost blind in the service of my country..."
“Through courage, sacrifice and the unshakeable belief that all men are created equal, the United States was forged into one indivisible nation under God.”
As Marianne Williamson reminded us…
“Have faith.
Don't look back. Look straight ahead.
Keep walking.
There's a divine Light in every heart that is guiding the whole thing.”
The light of one spark… having a someone who see the wars won inside and stands with you… to finish an unfinished peace… every step… even if only the next one… of a thousand…
“History has its eyes on you…”
“He lives in you…”
https://youtu.be/ws\_pklV1cP8?is=OsQucT0CCoMyPPBW

this implies DJT gives a fuck about where his semen went. he ain't

Here is the thing, if the shortage is to go over 2+ years, a lot more companies would be investing right now in their own memory fabs like Terafab. They could even convince DJT to make it a national priority.
The lack of that indicates the industry does not expect the shortage to last long enough. I refuse to believe these hyperscalers with all free cash will continue to pay premium forever.

Thank you for your attention to this matter - DJT