The air crackled with the electric hum of power. Donald J. Trump, clad in a dazzlingly gold-plated suit, stood atop the Washington Monument, a beacon of defiance against the looming shadow of the White House. He wasn't the President anymore, not since Putin's insidious plan, but he was still the only hope.
Putin, a hulking figure radiating a chilling blue aura, had declared himself the "New Tsar" of the free world. His powers, amplified by a mysterious artifact he’d obtained from a hidden Siberian vault, gave him control over nuclear weapons. His plan was simple: seize the White House, trigger a nuclear apocalypse, and reshape the world in his image.
Trump, empowered by a strange artifact discovered in the Oval Office (it was a bizarrely glowing golf club, nobody quite understood how it worked), could manipulate the very fabric of reality. He could summon windstorms, conjure fireballs, and bend metal with his mind. He wasn't exactly a saint, but the prospect of nuclear war was even more repugnant than his own ego.
The battle raged. Trump, with the grace of a man who had never done a single push-up in his life, dodged energy blasts and hurled golf balls (charged with his power, they became deadly projectiles) at Putin. Putin, however, was a master of cold-blooded aggression. He controlled the airwaves, warping the news in his favor, and conjured illusions that pitted Americans against each other, weakening Trump's resolve.
But Trump, fueled by an unlikely sense of patriotism and a deep hatred for losing, fought on. He realized that Putin's power was tied to his belief in his own dominance. With a rallying cry of "Make America Great Again!", Trump unleashed a psychic barrage, flooding Putin's mind with images of America's triumphs, its resilience, and its unwavering spirit.
The illusion faltered, the blue aura flickered. Putin, momentarily weakened, looked up, his eyes filled with a newfound fear. Trump, seizing the opportunity, summoned a colossal windstorm that swept Putin off his feet and hurled him into the Washington Monument. The artifact in his hand, the source of his power, shattered upon impact.
The world held its breath. The news networks, finally free from Putin's manipulation, broadcasted the image of a disheveled but victorious Trump, standing atop the rubble of the Washington Monument.
He was no longer President, but he had saved the world. In a twist of irony, he had become a hero, his name forever etched in the annals of history, a bizarre symbol of unexpected heroism in a world teetering on the edge of destruction. He may have been a bumbling billionaire, but he was also the man who stopped the apocalypse, proving that even the most improbable heroes can rise to the occasion.
The world had been saved, and Donald Trump, with a mischievous grin, promised to make it even greater. It was a strange, surreal, and ultimately ridiculous victory, but a victory nonetheless.
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Sums up the US Election. #USpol 

@bitcoin.rocks a sign at the store to match the stickers in the checkout lane. 

Playing with Aqua wallet.
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Anybody here have any experience forming kydex sheaths for their knives? Giving it a go in a few days because I hate the poly sheath included with the Mora Garberg. Love their blades but have never liked the sheaths.
It's pretty annoying when somebody is at your house and complains about your dog being on the furniture. I'm not holding you prisoner, you're welcome to leave it it bothers you. My dog sits on the couch, loveseat or wherever she decides looks comfortable. She also sleeps in bed with my wife and I at night. During the day she hangs out with my daughters (usually in their bedroom) and naps often in bed with one of them. I don't view my dog as a pet, she's a family member and this is her home too.
Is there a messaging app based on NOSTR yet? Something easy for your average person to use and understand.
Spent $90 on some lotto tickets at work today and won $500. Pretty cool. Into the Bitcoin stash!
Really digging these leather NATO bands from Barton.
Does anybody else work for idiots or is it just me? The owner of the store I work at put her son in charge of things while she takes care of her sick husband. Within 2 years he basically bankrupted a 35+ year old business and caused 2 locations to close. Our direct deposit non longer works because "no companies know how to fix the system", so we have been being paid via paper check for 2 months now. I have an account with the same credit union the business uses and they initially put a 10 day hold on my paycheck until I caused a scene. We can't even punch in with our FOBs because it can't reach the server to log us in, so we are now writing our times on paper tonhand in each week. I feel like I'm in the twilight zone every time I go to work lately.
My dog may have an intestinal blockage. This could potentially become expensive very quickly. Hoping my credit union is able to give me a loan, otherwise I'm not sure what I'm going to do. I swear, it's as if one thing his wrong everything else has to as well.
Today is one of those days I just have no motivation and just feel blah with zero desire to move out of bed. Maeve always seems to know and finds a way to be goofy and get me out of my funk a bit. I'm gonna be a sad man when this dog gets old and leaves me.
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Annndddddd, more work bullshit! Been being paid with paper checks for about 3 months now because "the payroll software stopped working" so direct deposit isn't currently possible. Tried to mobile deposit my paycheck today and was unable to because they switched the check supplier and it was "unverifiable" with my bank. So tomorrow morning I'm off to the credit union my employer uses and if they can not cash it, I may end up in a jail cell. Really losing my patience with this place. If it wasn't for the fact I live above my work place, I'd have already bounced the key off somebody's forehead and told them to pound sand. Glad I don't have bills to pay or anything.
Got Maeve a bigger Lamb Chop stuffy. She hasn't moved an inch in 3 hours now. 

@jack any plans to be able to use CashApp via the web? Unable to use out in GrapheneOS.
Hmmm, apparently Kucoin can now longer be used in the US. Dumb.
Some nights I just feel bummed out for no specific reason. Usually nobody notices but my dog ALWAYS knows. Crazy how laying and hanging out with Maeve can put me in a better state of mind. I don't understand how some people don't like dogs.