I'm impressed, Grok. Thank you. x.com/i/grok/share/Sa1ctXbtF…

🚨INCREDIBLE: During a multi-vehicle collision on the Route 90 bridge in Ocean City, Maryland, a 2-year-old girl was ejected from a pickup truck, falling nearly 30 feet into the Assawoman Bay below. Jonathan Bauer, who was driving across the bridge with his teenage daughter when the crash occurred, rushed over to inspect the wreckage. Looking down into the water, he saw the toddler floating face down and becoming unresponsive. Without hesitation, Bauer instructed his daughter to flag down first responders, removed his shoes, and leapt off the bridge into the bay. He swam to the little girl, lifted her onto his shoulder, and patted her back until she coughed up water and began breathing again. A passing pontoon boat quickly navigated toward them, pulling both Bauer and the toddler out of the water and transporting them to shore, where emergency personnel were waiting. The child was airlifted to a regional medical center for evaluation and released the following day in good condition. Bauer was later honored by local law enforcement and civic leaders for his decisive actions and selflessness.

In other news, the 1-yr silver chart appears to show the conclusion of the digestion phase after last year's extraordinary run. Bottom line shows a steady uptrend with support heading toward $60/oz.

8 billion people watching 100 people rule and destroy the world is wild.

Interesting move in the price of Silver. Anyone else seeing what I'm seeing?

Awesome.

My suggestion for the future of civilization:

It's looking more and more like the Amish have been right all along. groups.etown.edu/amishstudie….

I reread this every year. I cry like a baby every year. Todd Beamer died a father, husband, and hero. Todd: Hello… Operator… listen to me. I can’t speak very loud. This is an emergency. I’m a passenger on a United flight to San Francisco. Our plane has been hijacked. Lisa: I understand. Can they see you? Todd: No. There are three that we know of. They have knives — razor knives, like box cutters. Someone announced from the cockpit there was a bomb. It sounded fake. Lisa: Your name?Todd: Todd Beamer. United Flight 93.Todd: They killed one passenger in first class. They forced most of us back. Fourteen of us here. Five flight attendants. The guy with the bomb ordered us to sit on the floor. Lisa: Are you okay? Todd: We’re going down… wait. No. We’re leveling off. We changed directions. We’re flying east again. Todd: A guy named Jeremy called his wife. She told him two planes hit the World Trade Center. Lisa, is that true? Lisa: I have to tell you the truth. It’s very bad. Both towers are gone. A third plane hit the Pentagon. Our country is under attack. I’m afraid your plane may be part of their plan. Todd: Oh God. Lisa, will you do something for me? Call my wife and my kids. Promise me you’ll call. Lisa: I promise. Todd: Our home number is… You have the same name as my wife. Lisa. We’ve been married ten years. She’s pregnant with our third child. Tell her I love her. I’ll always love her. We have two boys — David, he’s 3, and Andrew, he’s 1. Tell them their daddy loves them and he is so proud of them. The baby is due January 12th. I saw an ultrasound. We still don’t know if it’s a girl or a boy. Lisa: I’ll tell them. I promise, Todd.(Lisa patches in the FBI.) Agent: Todd, your plane is on a course for Washington. Best guess is the White House or the Capitol. Todd: I understand. I’ll be back. Todd: Everyone knows this isn’t a normal hijacking. We have decided we will not be pawns in their plot. Lisa: What are you going to do? Todd: Four of us are going to rush the one with the bomb. Then the cockpit. A stewardess is getting boiling water. We’ll take them out. Todd: Would you pray with me?They pray the Lord’s Prayer. Then: Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me. Todd: God help me. Jesus help me.Are you guys ready? Let’s Roll.

Michael Weinberg, 34. Off-duty FDNY firefighter. September 11, 2001. He was at a golf course in Queens when the first plane hit. His sister worked in the second tower. He left his clubs. Abandoned his car. Caught a ride into Manhattan. Geared up. Went in. She made it out. He didn’t. He died under a fire truck when the South Tower fell. One of 343. He chose her in the time it takes to put down a golf club. Rest easy, Michael. Never Forget 🙏🏻

Some wonderful news to share.

I get it now. This is a planned attack. Gotta love American politics.

The Democrats don't care that they lied because none of their constituents will question it. It's been rebroadcast 1,000x already and the damage is done. They got the exact sound bite they wanted. The truth doesn't stand a chance now and they are thrilled.

I think Caitlin speaks for most of us.

Rebroadcast

Capitalism isn't capitalism when its rules and restrictions are disregarded. The "resolution" of the GFC in 2008 shredded the book. We are finally nearing the end of the road and there's nowhere left to kick the can.

I'm a cardiologist. Hayden Panettiere died at 36. Toxicology is pending, and I won't speculate about what killed her. But I want to say something about what her death should force us to confront, because I think we're going to get this wrong the way we always do. She had already done everything we tell people to do. She spoke publicly about addiction. She named the postpartum depression. She wrote the memoir. She was told her liver damage could kill her within five years and she said it out loud, in interviews, to an audience of millions. She did the disclosure. She did the reckoning. She got the applause for being brave. And she died at 36 anyway. Here's the uncomfortable thing I need you to understand: that is not a contradiction. That is the disease. Addiction is a chronic, relapsing brain disorder with high fatality rates even among people who have insight, support, resources, and genuine periods of sobriety. Relapse is not a moral failure or evidence that someone wasn't really trying. For a substantial percentage of patients, it is the expected clinical course. The body does not care how eloquently you articulated your trauma, or how many people celebrated your journey. We have built an entire cultural performance around public recovery, and we have quietly confused disclosure with protection. Someone tells their story. We call it progress. We share the interview. We buy the book. And we feel, collectively, that something has been solved. Nothing has been solved. The underlying drivers remain exactly where they were — untreated or incompletely treated psychiatric illness, unaddressed trauma, easy access to potent opioids, the neurobiology of tolerance and craving that does not respond to insight, and the systems and people who enabled it in the first place. A memoir is not a treatment plan. And I want to say something specific about naloxone, because it's the piece most misunderstood. Naloxone reverses opioid-induced respiratory depression. It is extraordinary. It saves lives when it reaches someone in time, and everyone reading this should have it and know how to use it. In most states you can get it at a pharmacy without a prescription. But naloxone is harm reduction, not treatment. It buys minutes. It does not rewire the circuitry that drives someone back to the next dose after years of trying to stop. And in my own field, I'll add the part rarely said: opioid overdose kills through respiratory arrest that becomes cardiac arrest. By the time the heart stops, hypoxic injury to the brain and heart may already be irreversible. The window is measured in minutes. Which is precisely why the drug has to already be in the room, and why someone has to be there to give it. Here is what actually reduces mortality, and it is unglamorous: Medication for opioid use disorder — buprenorphine, methadone, naltrexone. These substantially reduce overdose death, and they remain badly underused, badly stigmatized, and hard to access. If you take one clinical fact from this post, take that one. Treating the psychiatric illness underneath, properly and continuously — not as an afterthought to the addiction. Naloxone in the home, in the bag, at the workplace, everywhere. And sustained care long after the public has moved on — which is the thing our attention span is structurally incapable of providing. Hundreds of thousands of people have died of this same physiology, under the same mechanism, without a single headline. We notice when the face is familiar. We extend more grace when there's a redemption arc attached. That selective attention is itself part of the problem — because it means our response is shaped by narrative rather than by mortality data. Toxicology will eventually clarify the mechanism. It will not answer the harder question: why a woman who had already named the danger, with every resource available to her, still ended here at 36. That question belongs to all of us — to medicine, to an industry that consumed her from childhood, and to a culture that prefers the drama of a fall and a partial recovery over the tedious, expensive, imperfect work of keeping people alive for decades. Addiction is not a story. It is a high-mortality disease. We should treat it like one — with medication, with sustained care, with naloxone in every home, and with a great deal less applause for disclosure and a great deal more funding for treatment. Rest in peace, Hayden. Thirty-six.

Billy Strings is the gold standard. Following him for a decade plus. Just caught Sierra Hull for the first time recently - she is fantastic. youtube.com/watch?v=xhtJTQ1l…

Wonderful!