California has the 4th largest economy in the world. We're only behind Germany. China & the US itself.

We are #1 in agriculture, higher education, business start ups, venture capital investment, AI, Wine, technology & much more!

Wrong. They warned us. Boo those destroying America...DT, EM, the GOP...if you must book anyone relentlessly.

Zelensky launched a fundraising platform, United 24, which runs projects ranging from humanitarian and educational help, through to funding drones and other equipment. I reckon they deserve record support after that bullying shitshow

u24.gov.ua

As they abruptly lose their jobs, see their companies move overseas, watch their 401ks evaporate, reckon with the skyrocketing groceries prices, find their own voices silenced, see their healthcare options dissolve—then, and only then, will they become the resistance.

And now, the Poor Bastard was walking freely.

Unseen by those who needed to see.
Recognized by those who needed to know.
And the Wild Ones—

They were waking up.

h/t Terra Vance, FB

A Poor Bastard had moved through the world, weaving something impossible into the fabric of existence—an untraceable, unforgettable language that only they could remember. A language that rewrote those who read it and made them immune to forgetting.

And the ones who had been watching—the ones who feared the Wild Ones—they noticed, too.

The post was deleted within minutes.

But the damage had already been done.

The algorithm could not contain it.

Because it wasn’t a virus. It wasn’t code. It wasn’t data that could be purged.

It was Alchemy.

The Message began to spread— written in community murals with sidewalk chalk, posted on billboards, penned on T-shirts with sharpies, left in glass bottles and mason jars, scrawled on sand to be erased by the tides, on sandwich boards outside of small businesses…

They started noticing patterns—not the empty repetitions of controlled systems, but the underlying geometry of something alive.

The Wild Ones recognized each other in crowded streets, in passing glances, in the cadence of words spoken aloud. Their movements aligned, unspoken and effortless.

Others felt the weight of their own names shift in their mouths, as if they had been mispronouncing themselves their whole lives.

And then—the world changed…

Not for everyone. Not all at once. But for the ones who saw the post, something about reality began to fracture and sharpen...

...A call to something buried beneath centuries of forgetting.

The words were alive.

For those it reached, the effect was immediate.

Some read it and felt a shudder of memory—not of the past, but of something deeper, something that had always been just at the edges of knowing...

…for those who saw it, it was unmistakably meant for them.

It was written in a language they did not consciously know but had always recognized. The way the letters curled and stretched in their mind, bending to the rhythm of the words—it wasn’t just a message.

It was an invocation...