That little bear is still chewing on me.

The whole bank card debacle that is.

Just got notification that my WP domain name registration was declined by bank. Not due till Oct but you know how bill collectors are. I’ll get it straightened out this weekend. (by sunset this eve actually)

Something along lines of last few posts. The do-ers and the don’t-ers. Those that get off on gettin’ shit done, and those that want it done fer’em. Ever notice that those that “DO” don’t expect government to actually do a damned thing? Oh, we have hopes on occasion: like with DOGE and such. That turned out to be nearly pure distraction with a few Do-ers in the ranks doing something (DataRepublican! Keep kickin’ ass gurl!!!)

Or like one content maker over at Utooby said recently (in vid about Gen-X) WE already know there ain’t no one coming to save us. Never has been, never will be.

So we just ‘quiet quit’ the whole game.

Thats a problem that needs addressed. And I am guilty as charged myself. I never stopped writing, but I never got off the porch either. Well, one little incident that I neither crowed about, nor admitted to back in 2008, and thats all I’m gonna say about that. I have shifted my content to less protest, and more the original intent of a blog: a sort of diary.

Look around. Something shifted around that time. and there is a growing “theory” (call it conspiracy if you wish, I’m leaving the conspiracy trait alone as they have been proving true more than wrong.) that everything we see now is tied into CERN and its opening days. That whole Mandela effect thing started popping up right about the same time. The world really started turning wyrd around the same time.

I was in the middle of a life changing relationship failure so might not have noted so much as my world was already upside down. BUT, that Mandela effect thing. That thing is geting harder and harder to ignore. Berenstein bears for example. Don’t ever remember the spelling being Berenstain, but thats whats on the books now. I recall it well because someone explained to me as a kid that it was germanic spelling.

Is there connection, or is it coincidence? I don’t know. But I do find it odd that broadbased memories are saying something shifted and control structures are saying “no, you were confused”. It feels more than a little like Gaslighting.

I gotta cut this short and get to the J.O.B. More laters LLLLL!!! (,’)

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WINGS OF CHANGE

What happens when a wounded veteran, a computer genius, and a handful of fiercely independent misfits decide that the best way to change the world is to stop waiting for someone else to do it?

G has spent years flying from a wheelchair, learning to make the sky obey him even when his body won’t. T is a computer wizard with a mysterious past, an enormous extended family, and a talent for turning impossible ideas into working machines.

Together, they build things that shouldn’t exist.

Aircraft that push the limits of what remote flight can do. Technology born in garages and workshops instead of corporate boardrooms. And a community of people who have decided that family isn’t necessarily something you’re born into.

But building extraordinary machines attracts attention.

Soon G, T, and their growing family find themselves caught between government agencies, competing agendas, and people who would very much like to know exactly what they’re capable of. What began as tinkering and experimentation is becoming something far more consequential.

Because when you build something powerful enough to change the rules, eventually somebody comes looking for the keys.