I love cloudy days at South Padre Island. Perfect weather to watch a Starship flight!

It’s not every day you bring a WORLD RECORD to the USA but @DenverTeslaClub knocked it out of the park last night with the WORLD’S HIGHEST @Tesla Light Show on @drivepikespeak at 14,115ft 🤩 Here’s the video… 🥁 PLAY IT LOUD PEOPLE 🥁

The Cost of Being Neurodivergent in a Corrupt System I’ve noticed something. People like me, neurodivergent, ADHD, AuDHD, call it whatever the fuck you want, live with a kind of guilt and self-destruction that makes no logical sense. We blame ourselves for things we didn’t do. We feel responsible for shit that happened just because we were there. And when we actually do fuck up? We torture ourselves harder than anyone else ever could. That’s the part most people will never understand. The weight of being constantly misunderstood, constantly judged, constantly told you’re “too much,” “too honest,” “too raw,” “too intense.” And they wonder why we shut down or blow up. But here’s where it gets even darker: When you’re smart, like actually fucking smart, this guilt becomes a damn prison. Because you see the world clearly. You see how things really work. You see that most success is built on manipulation, exploitation, and polished lies. And then comes the trap. You can either play that game, lie like the rest of them, shut off your empathy, fuck people over and win… Or you can stay true to yourself, and bleed out slowly while you watch dumber, colder people climb over corpses to the top. That’s the choice people like me face every single fucking day. I was in the game. I had the money. I had the chances. But I couldn’t lie. I lost deals because I told the truth. I blew opportunities because I refused to pretend. I destroyed businesses trying to make them honest. And yeah, I partied away half my potential because the guilt of being “wrong” all the time fucking eats you alive. Meanwhile, the liars get rich. The narcissists get power. And people like us, deep feelers, fast thinkers, wild minds, get left behind. I look at people like Elon Musk, and yeah, I see the traits. The pattern-matching. The fixation. The need to be right at all costs. But what he mastered is emotional disconnection. He shut off the part of his brain that screams, “This is wrong.” That’s the part I never could turn off. That’s the part that ruined me, and maybe saved me, too.

SpaceX could make good extra cash selling ad placements

Grok imagine prompt; Create a vivid, surreal scene set on Mars, where the landscape is dotted with vibrant turquoise and cherry-colored minerals shimmering under the faint sunlight. Crystal-clear claws, resembling delicate, translucent plants, emerge from the rusty sands, their edges glinting like glass. In the sky, a male figure named Valentine, glowing softly, floats gracefully, observing the sparkling minerals and crystalline claws with curiosity and wonder. Suddenly, Valentine descends and gently grabs a woman, even more ethereal than he, her form radiant and almost translucent, with both hands. Their eyes lock as Valentine telepathically communicates that these crystals originated from Jupiter’s moon, Io. The atmosphere is otherworldly, with a faint reddish haze and distant, jagged Martian mountains in the background