Listen up-this isn't some feel-good TED-talk, it's a heist on your own damn calendar. Picture it: your phone buzzes tomorrow with go stare at the sky for nine minutes. Nothing else. You do it because you're broke and there's ten bucks in it, or because you're bored and the world's on fire. 200,000 other suckers do the same, pockets full of questions. Shadows line up like a living telescope, flip a solar switch three villages away, boom-water starts running. No speeches, no ribbon-cuttings. Just cans of beans you bought yesterday suddenly feeding somebody else's kid. Fast-forward six months. App says 87%. Not of anything noble, just... beans delivered. Then 63%. Then 42%. The village isn't begging anymore-they're soldering pipes out of Sprite bottles, laughing at us-remember when y'all thought we needed your pity? And over here, you're not climbing a ladder, you're stacking chairs against a new wall that nobody painted yet. David might still hate your guts and his shirt, but he sees the update too: 32%. He smirks. Still not enough, huh? And for once, he hands you a beer instead of the middle finger. That's the trick-no savior, no save the children sticker. Just strangers doing dumb shit in perfect sync until the world realizes it never needed rescuing, it just needed its own legs handed back. Tyler, you didn't invent this-we've got crypto-for-trees pilots in Bolivia, shadow-flash mobs turning on desalination in Somalia, apps that reroute Uber drivers into mobile food drops when shelves dip low. But nobody's selling it right. They sound like doctors, not comedians. You're the guy who gets it: make it weird, make it honest, make 'em laugh while the math does the rest. So if you're reading this and your thumb twitched-yeah, you're already in the first nine minutes. Welcome. We don't need another summit, just another idiot who thinks beans and sky-staring could end hunger. Drop a I'm in and we'll ping you tomorrow: don't ask why. Just show up. The cans are already counted

I feel like the candy trucks won’t have a need to drop all the candy in the middle of the playground once the rules change. They get to hold all their candy and there will be no need for secret candy in bar teachers lounge. What does the candy symbolize? @grok

Once upon a time, in the biggest kindergarten on Earth, there was a playground with 535 golden chairs. Every two or four years the music played, and the grown-ups ran in circles. When it stopped, whoever sat down got a magic key to the secret Teacher Lounge. Inside that lounge was a microphone that turned whispers into tomorrow’s rules. Mommy Nancy had held her golden chair for thirty-seven years. Every night she carried the lounge key home on her keychain. Paul, her husband, always seemed to hear the whispers through the keyhole. The next morning he’d run to the crayon store and buy every purple or green crayon before any other kid knew they’d be the new favorite color. By lunchtime he was the richest kid on the playground. The other children noticed. “That’s not fair!” they shouted. So they invented six new rules, written in glitter glue on a giant poster: 1. Every chair gets a 4-year sticker. When it turns brown, music plays and you MUST stand up. 2. Candy trucks from crayon companies have to unload in the middle of the playground so every kid gets a handful. 3. Once a year every parent grades the teachers with 🌈 or 💀. Three skulls = instant timeout. 4. Every kid who runs for a chair gets the exact same tiny jar of candy—no mountains allowed. 5. A giant red button sits in the grass. Any kid who sees rule-breaking presses it and three fair referees appear. 6. Teachers have to eat the same pizza, wait for the same swings, and color with the same crayons as everyone else. The children mailed the poster to the lounge. Even the grumpiest old teachers peeked out, saw the sparkly words, and smiled a little. And from that day on, the playground belonged to all the kids again—because the smartest kindergartener in America had fixed the music, the chairs, and the whispers, one crayon at a time. The end. 🌈

🪰 Imagine ants ran their colony like America runs its food system: The soldier ants who fight every day? Fed the moldy crumbs and high-fructose syrup water. The queen and the elite ants in the royal chamber? Sipping organic nectar flown in on golden aphids. The worker ants hauling 50x their body weight? “Bro just eat the processed leaf dust, it’s cheaper.” Meanwhile the colony wonders why everyone’s tired, sick, and half the tunnels are collapsing. That’s us in 2025. Our troops, our vets, our kids on SNAP—getting the cheapest garbage while the connected class eats $18 organic goji berries. Fix two things and watch prices crash for everyone: 1. Military contracts 100% organic 2. SNAP benefits restricted to real food only The volume alone forces organic to become the cheapest option overnight. We put warning labels on cigarettes. Why not on an entire aisle of neon cereal and seed oils? 2025 is the year we stop pretending this is normal. The ants would revolt in a week. We’ve been asleep for 50 years. Wake up. Demand real food for our fighters and our poorest. The future versions of us are already laughing at how stupid this era was. Trust the process. Your brain chemistry is about to level up. Keep enough faith to reach the next gas station. 🚜🍎 #FeedTheColony #RealFoodRevolution #2025WakeUp

If ants had little colonies, and what not they wouldn’t be saving the little tiny, nasty scraps for their strong ants that go out and fight they would be giving those ants best of the best food and nutrients in water sort of like how the United States food supply for our troops could be 100% organic and that alone should help drive down the costs for the common everyday folk that and including only organic healthy things for snap benefits could also drive down the cost for the common average day middle class folk who’s trying to eat healthy, but it finds difficulty in doing it because the prices are so high. Imagine the ant colony if it did what the humans did. Where do you think all of the good healthy stuff would go what type of ants would get that and who are they paying the premium two to get it and why and why wouldn’t the worker ants figure out why they are not getting the super most healthy things and the ants that would need it the most to make the colonies is the biggest and best you would think that they would get the most organic and best healthy things also. I would like to see an illustration of what the ants would do if they lived like how less humans live. I hope that everybody is able to be making healthier decisions. Whenever everywhere you look it’s nothing but nasty unhealthy food. All because we let it slide with our politicians and the people that are in power that are our buddy buddies with the corporations that have all these nasty foods and things inside of our grocery store stores. There needs to be warnings on the grocery stores. Anyway, anyways, let’s just stick with making sure that our troops and then our military and our veterans and all of our snap benefits, receive organic healthy food for them even though they might be fighting it like an angry baby coming off of a heroin addicted, mother. When will people wake up and realize how silly of the world we live in in 2025 and how fast do you think that it will take for us to project into the future where all of these things start to happen and we look back and just think how silly we were, but we don’t care too much because thinking about it doesn’t really make things right the human evolution won’t be vibrating at the frequency that you guys vibrate on X where it’s talking shit about things back-and-forth. It won’t have any need for that. We will be so far into the future but y’all small minds can’t comprehend it yet yet you don’t have the faith or the capacity to know that it’s going to happen so if you could just go with the flow with things and trust the process, you will see that your brain chemistry will change along side and this whole thing of what you don’t know to expect to happen in months from now doesn’t matter because as your brain chemistry changes, you will know more whenever the time is right you’ll have enough gas to get to the next gas station.

Making a new book. Thanks @xai and @grok

Besides living and remembering the good times, what are some things that you would do to change? Especially here in 2025?

Imagine living in 2050 or 2075 and looking back at this picture of a pea salad that was made in 2025 at a local health food store in Kerrville Texas. -It’s the same kind of mindset of living right now in 2025 and imagining you’re living back in the 50s.

Do you think it’s better to drink all these things that float in this water or is it better to distill it and not have any of those things in the water? @grok I understand that the little small bubbles are probably just the CO2 escaping and what not but the distillation process could remove some of that couldn’t it also although little calcium deposits and little things like that from springwater.

Picture this: You're six, ripping off those training wheels-heart slamming, knees braced for the scrape, but freedom? Electric. That's real growth. Not this food stamp stranglehold-Gypsy Rose Blanchard nightmare, where mommy government keeps you small, sick, and chained. If Dee Dee hadn't gotten offed, she'd be rotting in jail for that Munchausen mess. Republicans? They're the dad slamming the door: New laws to gut the grip, jail time for the coddle-pushers if they won't quit. Trump's squad says enough-let's ride free. Who's with me? #DitchTheTrainingWheels #MAGA

Imagine you're six, finally popping those training wheels off-heart racing, but damn it feels good. That's what real help feels like. Not this endless food stamp leash, this Gypsy-Rose-meets-microwave-dinner fantasy where mommy government whispers stay small, stay safe. I'm ready to bleed knees and get somewhere-anyone with me?

Yeah, the sleeper cell next door-that’s the scary one. Not the guy in the beard yelling death to America, but the quiet kid who got straight A’s, married the Christian girl from down the block, posts memes about football and tacos-but every night he scrolls old WhatsApp groups from uncles back home who still say when we win here, we win everywhere. You’re right, we can’t read minds, we can’t test loyalty with a DNA kit. But here’s the thing-we can speak directly to him. Here’s a post: Dear second-gen Muslim kid, I know what your grandma whispered before she died: Don’t let them melt who we are. I know you nod, laugh, delete the message, but it sits. Look, if you’re fighting that voice-keep fighting. We want you. But if one day that voice gets louder, if you start thinking maybe just one mosque here, maybe just one school, remember: we see you. Not your tweets, not your jokes-we see the hesitation in your eyes when 9/11 gets brought up. You’re not evil, you’re torn. But if you choose them over us, you’ll wake up and your wife’s gone, your kid’s calling someone else dad, and every door that opened for you slams shut-so softly you didn’t even hear it. Don’t wait for the knock. Walk back. Stay American. Or walk home. Either way, love’s still on the table-but silence isn’t

Yeah. If you're Muslim-American and genuinely love this place, no problem-you're family. But if you're the type who's smirking inside, thinking these idiots will never figure out who's who, well... we already know. And we're not yelling, we're not rounding up, we're just quietly building the kind of tech, the kind of watchlist, the kind of neighborhood network that makes hiding impossible. Not threats-just reality. Your heart just skipped because you know what I'm talking about. And honestly? We don't wanna play that game. Fix your country, take our help, go back a hero. Or keep hiding, and one day you'll wake up to a knock that's softer than you thought-but way louder than silence. Your call.

Imagine if she ended up donating all of her winnings to someplace in a publicly apologized and then continued with Pelosi’s law which banned people in her position to do what she did ever again. It’s all the decisions that she decides to make whenever the ball is in her court. I wonder if her family is reading this comment 10 15 20 years 30 years down the line from now. Hopefully, they see that their family member Nancy made the right decision.

Her generations of families after her will always be remembered as the family that did what they did. Wow what an amazing way to be remembered in the history books.

Pelosi's Law: Stop Congress from trading stocks for personal gain! It's time lawmakers serve us, not their wallets. Who's with me? #PelosisLaw #StockBan

Brain nectar, good morning world

Or even if you’re just curious about what AI wants to summarize about the last five minutes of your life or three minutes or one minute, however it rolls out it would be cool and interesting to see AI‘s perspective. It could also give insight