“Killing Me” by Parker McCollum might be just the song worth living for. It’s lyrics and harmony are a bit contagious but not in the way it will lead you to the hospital. One can’t live forever but “Killing Me” by Parker McCollum might just give you’re heartbeat another reason to keep beating.
Could CFS Commonwealth Fusion System and/or General Fusion be the next “big thing”. Honestly, I don’t have a clue as this is above my brain wave. Yet if “Nuclear Fusion” becomes the new energy source that is safe, reliable and even green this might be the way to go. All I know is I’ll be speaking to my broker about these companies on Monday.
FOOTNOTE- Here is a link to those who dare to explore what could be next for the future and their wallets?
https://www.fool.com/investing/stock-market/market-sectors/energy/nuclear/fusion-energy/
This above doesn’t allow this above in my mirror…for too long. Yes, there are moments where the 2nd picture exists and can even motivate me to move my clock but that as far as I let it … I hope. Anger usually distracts from the work that I’m called to do and when the clock is running (always) I will do almost anything to avoid it. Business comes first and since I’m in the mode 24/6 (Shabbo’s and Holiday Time off) anger must wait on the side. You might have that luxury of time but a type A++ plus personality surely doesn’t.
I am one that tries to save spiders life’s when they enter my premises but am commanded to those who commit vile acts of murder upon the innocent. That is why the takedown of Gaza City is not something we want to do but must. For, those who planned and perpetrated the killing of the most vulnerable (infants, children etc) from the rear must be eliminated from this earth. These non-human’s also glorified their acts of barbarous with thanking the one who brought life to all how despicable. They are the Amalekites of today as the Nazi’s were of the past and therefore we are commanded to destroy them.
FOOTNOTE- Of course we seek to do what we can to prevent the death of even one non-combatant but war is ugly as evil must be eliminated first.
“Respect” we gain some of it by just existing but other parts of the puzzle are earned. The question then remains is it something from a textbook or from the streets? Does “one” earn extra respect for the cloth they wear or the clothes they’ve had to shed? Is it based on the knowledge one gains from a degree soon forgotten or one learned over a lifetime? I guess it’s a balancing act in which no side fully gets exactly what they want or even deserve.
10/15/25- The Supreme Court in 6-3 decision ruled that the President has the right to determine tariff rates in his constitutional duty of conducting foreign affairs. This President has utilized these tariffs to prevent and end wars which is his responsibilities deemed in the Constitution. The ruling allows other challenges to tariff power should a future Presidents utilize tariffs for other purposes.
FOOTNOTE- G-D willing this will be in the headlines shortly.
You want to say it but don’t want them truly to understand then CFY will be the website you’ll have to explore. Sometimes the “bad words” must be said but letting them understand is out of the question then CFY will be the place you’ll have to go. It’s about letting them have it without them knowing your pushing. Language barriers exist for a reason so that your revenge is easier and served blind.
It’s the reason the but comes after sorry and I have to bring you down when you’re oh so high. These two words magnify every criticism so that it burns me and leaves a scar way too long. They are the reason I’m afraid to get too close and isolate myself from the world. Just two words which are missing most of the time in my life, make my life so much worse then it should be. G-D willing I’ll find them someday in my life.
FOOTNOTE- Lacking self confidence can have one spiraling through life until they can push themselves through one task at a time. .
It’s not what others expect, but it works… sort of? For the times we are together if short, can be great, and the times we are apart can meet a similar fate. Days together can feel like months, but hours can feel like minutes. It doesn’t work for most, but maybe this is the chosen path for us?
I’m the one he left you for. Yet, it wasn’t entirely my fault, for his ring was showing, but his pain was, and my mirror had the exact reflection as well. It was a “moment” that led me to walk to the wedding aisles, but not with a white dress. Now, I wonder whether either one of us will be walking down this path again, but with different individuals.