PARTY BACKLASH: "She hasn’t forsaken the Democratic Party. I should point out the Democratic Party certainly has forsaken her... The things that have been said about her, not just here in Michigan but across the country, even by people like Nancy Pelosi, they are scorching the earth beneath Haley Stevens’ feet." @johnrobertsFox

Your great great grandma helping the war effort by sliding into some poor soldier’s DMs who’s stuck on some god-forsaken island in the Pacific where all he does is sweat like a pig and gas up planes three times a week during the big war.

Bungie could be hinting a Destiny 1 remaster🚀 ✅Bungie has not confirmed if Destiny 3 is in development, though an unannounced project labeled “Redacted” ("We're back") has sparked speculation. ✅Bungie is working on a major project to restore vaulted Destiny 2 content (campaigns like Red War, Forsaken, Curse of Osiris, Warmind, as well as strikes, raids, and the Menagerie). ✅Early development is expected to finish in January or February 2027, followed by roughly 12 months of full production. ✅A potential Destiny 1 remaster or a modernized version of the original game for current platforms to bring the past decade of content to modern systems. ✅Plans for new updates and ongoing content for current players. ✅Bungie confirmed no major Destiny announcements will happen at TGA 2026, with updates delayed until February 2027. ✅Bungie acknowledged that removing past content hurt community trust and wants to repair that relationship before deciding the franchise's next big step. Source: @MPFirst This comes after Marathon not being the hit Sony wanted it to be, and Bungie facing major staff reductions. Ever since the acquisition, the studio failed to make anything that justifies the $4.7B Sony paid to acquire them. Right now, they’re trying to win back players, as they initially announced not wanting to support Destiny 2 any further, a decision that they overturned afterwards.

So this is how i’m gonna spend my toilet time on the pumpfun app Don’t complain later because i’m telling you now I’m gonna scan the lowest, dirtiest, god forsaken shitters on the app Think 3-6k$ MCap If i see a tiny chance for a coin to send (decisions entirely based on my personal taste and experience) 1. I’m gonna ape like 3 sol 2. I’ll sell initials right after 3 i’ll let a moonbag run until glory or repulsion Sometimes maybe alpha Sometimes maybe shit Like always has been

Cosmic power takes over - no secrets left hidden! 🌌 "The dark world of Maveth used to baffle me. But now, every secret in the universe rests in the palm of my hand. It's time to wipe out the monsters on that forsaken rock once and for all." First Appears in Marvel Rivals Season 10. Crush the darkness with Winter Soldier's Celestial Soldier costume and own the battlefield! Available: October 29 at 7 PM PT Grab the cosmic power and wipe out every threat in your path.

GERALD & THE FEATHERED BANDITS — PART III: THE MIDNIGHT PROCESSION Midnight. There are certain things in life that should concern you. A random knock at your door when you aren't expecting anyone. Your dog staring intently into an empty corner of the room. Hearing your name whispered when you're the only soul in your home. A child calmly telling you in detail how they died. And now apparently... being summoned into the woods at midnight by a crow who just recently kidnapped your best friend and threatened to seize her fucking toe. Yet here I stood. At 11:57 PM. Outside. Wearing my crown of sticks. Because apparently when Gerald said "we ride at midnight," he indeed expected formal attire. Kitten stood beside me gripping the walnut Gerald had given her. She had not let go of it since receiving the damned thing in the dungeon. Not because she'd grown emotionally attached to it. But because Gerald had made it exponentially clear that losing it would have... consequences. "I still don't understand why I have to carry this fucking walnut." "It's probably ceremonial." "He threatened my toe over this god forsaken organization." "Technically, I was the one who threatened your toe. Gerald just merely provided the options of such threats." She slowly turned toward me. "That somehow makes it worse." Fair. 11:59. Nothing. No Gerald. No crows. No humming. Just darkness. Then... Midnight. Every light on the block went out. Not flickered. Not dimmed. Just out. Kitten grabbed my arm. "Bexxy." "Yeah." "Was that Gerald?" "Genuinely I don't have any idea anymore." Then we heard it. Click. A talon scrapping against metal. Another. Click. Then another. Click. One by one, shapes began appearing along the power lines. Crows. Hundreds of them. Completely silent. No squawking. No wings. Nothing. Just black silhouettes appearing against the moonlight. Watching. Waiting. Then Gerald landed on my mailbox. Which reminds me...through all of this...I STILL HAVENT BEEN ABLE TO GET MY FUCKING MAIL. Irrelevant. Except... Gerald looked different. Around one leg was a tiny piece of crimson cloth. Around the other... a little silver chain. And hanging from his beak was— "Is that my fucking necklace?" Kitten whispered. Gerald looked at her. Hmmm. "WHEN DID YOU TAKE THAT?" Gerald turned his back. Apparently questions were not on tonight's agenda. Figures. Then the cortege began. Gerald flew. The militia followed. We did as well. Because at this point, if Gerald walked into a fucking volcano I'd probably sigh, grab some snacks, and follow him just to see how the plot developed. Fuck it, why not? We entered the woods. The deeper we walked, the quieter everything became. No insects. No wind. No leaves moving. Nothing. Even our footsteps seemed wrong. Muted even. Like the forest was swallowing the sound. Kitten moved closer. "I don't like this." "You haven't liked any of this." "AND HAVE I BEEN WRONG YET?" ... I loathe when she does that. Ahead of us, Gerald landed on a crooked branch of a large decaying tree. Weird choice. Hmmm. We stopped. He looked at Kitten. Then at the walnut. She held it up. "Yes, I still have your stupid fucking nut." Gerald puffed his feathers. "Sorry. Your incredibly important sacred nut." Gerald nodded. Progress. *spirit fingers* Then he looked at me. More specifically... at my crown. I adjusted it. "What?" Hmmm. "Gerald, I wore the fucking crown. What more do you want from me?" He flew down and landed upon a stone. Except... it wasn't just a stone. There were markings carved into it. Ancient ones. There were circles. There were lines. And symbols I didn't recognize. But directly in the center... a crown. The same crooked, uneven shape as the crown sitting on my head. My stomach dropped. "Kitten.." "Yes?" "Remember when we thought the stick crown was stupid?" "I STILL think it's stupid." "There is literally an ancient drawing of it." "Two things can be true at once." Gerald tapped the stone. Once. Twice. Thrice. The ground shook. Nope. Absolutely the fuck not. The earth beneath the stone cracked open with a low grinding sound. Cold air scuttled out from beneath us. And suddenly there were stairs. Going down. Because apparently Gerald's real estate portfolio consists exclusively of places that would get us murdered in the backrooms. Kitten looked towards me. I looked towards Kitten. "I'm NOT going down there." Gerald: Hmmm. Kitten: "Fuck you Gerald." Gerald slowly looked at her feet. ... "STOP LOOKING AT MY FUCKING TOES." I grabbed her arm. "Come on." "I hate you right now." "You've stated that already." And down we went. Gerald first. Me second. Kitten third. And behind us... the crows. Thousands of them. Silent. Watching. Descending. At the bottom was a subterranean abyss. Cobblestone walls. Old candles. Bones. Before anyone gets dramatic— animal bones...I think. Yeah we're going with animal bones. For legal purposes. And in the middle of the cavernous hall sat a giant wooden table. Gerald landed on it. The other crows arranged themselves against the walls. Every single one facing us. Kitten whispered: "This feels a bit cultist." "They're crows." "Crows could have cults." "Can they?" "LOOK AROUND YOU." Again. Fair. Gerald tapped the table. On it was a map. to our neighborhood. Except this map was old. Extremely old. There were no modern streets. No homes. Just the forest. A creek. A few strange symbols. And one vast black circle. Directly underneath... my home. I stared at Gerald. "What the fuck is that?" Gerald didn't hum. For the first time since meeting him... Gerald didn't make a sound. He solely stared at the circle. And suddenly... every crow in the chamber lowered their heads. That was considerably worse than humming. Kitten whispered: "Bexxy..." "I see it." "Why are the murder birds bowing?" "YOU KNOW AS MUCH AS I KNOW!" Gerald finally looked at me. Then my crown. Then the circle. Everything clicked. The surveillance. The scouting. The militia. The coronation. The dungeon. Framing me. I still don't know what for... Kitten. The midnight procession. Gerald didn't make me King because he liked me. That raven-feathered little fucker had been drafting me. For something... ...Something beneath my home. "Gerald..." He ever so slowly nodded. Then he turned toward Kitten. Her trial had begun. Gerald tapped the walnut. Then pointed toward the black circle. Kitten stared at him. "Absolutely fucking not." Gerald: Hmmm. "No." HMMMM. "MY TOE IS NOT PART OF THIS NEGOTIATION!" Gerald looked at me. I shrugged. "He's got you there." "YOU ARE A TERRIBLE KING." "Give me a week." Gerald pointed again. Kitten sighed as she walked toward the table. And placed the walnut directly over the black circle. Nothing happened. We waited. Five seconds. Ten. Fifteen. Kitten looked at Gerald. "There. I did your dumb little—" THUMP. Something beneath us shifted. The candles went out. Every crow exploded into an ear curdling screech. Kitten grabbed me. "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!" "GERALD?!" Then— THUMP. Closer. Silt fell from the ceiling. Gerald flew onto my shoulder. His claws dug deeply into my shirt. And for the first time... Gerald looked afraid. Not nervous. Not cautious. Completely and irrevocably afraid. Which was entirely fucking inconvenient. Gerald is supposed to be the terrifying one. "Gerald..." Very quietly... barely more than breath... Hmmm. And somehow... I understood him perfectly. Whatever is it is...it knows the King has returned. ... Kitten stared at me. "What did he say?" I looked into the darkness. "Nothing." "Bexxy." "Nothing of importance." THUMP. "YOU ARE A HORRIBLE FUCKING LIAR." "Stating the obvious..." The crows abruptly took flight. Thousands of wings beating through the chamber. Gerald screamed. And every bird vanished up the staircase. I grabbed Kitten. "RUN." "YOU DON'T HAVE TO FUCKING TELL ME TWICE." We sprinted. Up the stairs. Through the woods. Branches tearing at our clothes. Crows screaming overhead. Something moving through the trees behind us. Something BIG. I refused to look back. Kitten did. She immediately regretted it. "BEXXY." "DON'T!" "BEXXY!" "I DON'T WANT TO KNOW." "RUN FUCKING FASTER!" Excellent feedback. We burst through the tree line. The streetlights sputtered back on. And everything stopped. Silence. No footsteps. No movement. Nothing. Gerald landed on my mailbox. Perfectly calm again. Of course he was. I bent over trying to breathe. Kitten was still clutching at my arm. "Gerald..." He looked at me. "What the FUCK did you have us wake up?" Gerald tilted his head. Hmmm. Then he dropped a tiny piece of paper at my feet. Two words. PHASE ONE. ... I stared at him. "WHAT THE FUCK IS PHASE ONE?!" Gerald flew away. Kitten and I just stood there in silence. Finally she looked at me. "I want it officially documented that I was completely against this from the beginning." "Noted." "I'm keeping my toe." "We'll discuss it." "THERE IS NOTHING TO DISCUSS!" From somewhere deep into the darkness: HMMMMMM. Kitten looked toward the woods. "I SWEAR TO GOD, GERALD!" And somewhere beneath my home... Something knocked a dangerous knock. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. Ill fortunes always bears three fruits. So anyway... I don't think Gerald is trying to overthrow me anymore. Which is great. Unfortunately... I am certain he made me King and we're going to war. With what? I can only assume it wont be any good.

Verses on a Topic – God’s Faithfulness Deu 7:9 Know therefore that the LORD thy God, he is God, the faithful God, which keepeth covenant and mercy with them that love him and keep his commandments to a thousand generations; Psa 105:8 He hath remembered his covenant for ever, the word which he commanded to a thousand generations. Heb 10:23 Let us hold fast the profession of our faith without wavering; (for he is faithful that promised;) 2Ti 2:13 If we believe not, yet he abideth faithful: he cannot deny himself. Psa 9:10 And they that know thy name will put their trust in thee: for thou, LORD, hast not forsaken them that seek thee. Psa 89:34 My covenant will I not break, nor alter the thing that is gone out of my lips. Isa 46:11 Calling a ravenous bird from the east, the man that executeth my counsel from a far country: yea, I have spoken it, I will also bring it to pass; I have purposed it, I will also do it.

this California wealth tax thing is just incredible. so in October 2025, a California healthcare union proposed a "one time" 5% tax on any billionaire's wealth. the ballot measure will be voted on next month. In early December 2025, California announced that it would be a retroactive tax if passed, applying to anyone with CA residency as of Jan 1, 2026. The objective is to pay for Medi-Cal, California's incredibly dysfunctional healthcare system. (which also functions as a glorified welfare apparatus, but that's a discussion for another time). polls reveal that the CA electorate is split around 50/50 on the tax, but prediction markets only give Prop 40 a ~23% chance of passing (there are competing measures on the ballet that would nullify it). there are 200 billionaires in CA, worth collectively somewhere between $2.3 and $2.6 trillion. 5% of that is around $100b, accounting for a small amount of attrition. proponents of the tax forecasted a significant windfall, assuming only a 10% departure rate. supporters thought they were being clever with the retroactive concept. no billionares would leave CA in the few short months between the tax being proposed and the residency cutoff date, without the tax even having passed yet, right? well as it turns out, they did. a new paper [1] from two academics at Stanford called "The Net Present Value of the California Billionaire Tax Act", argues that not only did more billionaires leave due to the proposed tax than its proponents expected, but that the value of the tax, if it does pass, is actually negative. proponents of the tax only assumed 10% avoidance, that is, only 10% of the taxable base of targeted billionaires would leave CA within the very short Oct-Dec 2025 window. Jaros and Rauh, the Stanford academics, find that a lower bound of 28.6% of the taxable base managed to leave. just based on known departures, those departures total $577b in net worth, or $28.8b in potential tax lost. this of course does not capture everyone (many left without announcing their departure), so the authors normalize to departure rates estimated from other wealth tax events, and apply other discounts for litigation, arriving arrive at a figure of only $28-$36b in forecasted tax revenues. but this isn't all! all of the income taxes paid by the departed billionaires are also forsaken. the authors estimate that CA billionaires pay $3.3- 5.8b in annual income taxes. they assume a midpoint of $2b lost in annual collections from departed billionaires. the net present value of that lost income stream is -$68.9 billion. so when you add it all up you get: + $30b one-time tax windfall (estimated) - $69b in present value of lost future income taxes = - 38.9b overall net present value of the tax of course, this analysis is highly estimate driven. the authors simulate the parameters 100k times and find a negative NPV of the implemented tax 85 percent of the time. and if the tax doesn't pass, which it's not looking like it will, California still ended up losing at least $577b in departed net worth, and they have permanently poisoned the well with entrepreneurs who will now worry about future wealth taxes. [1]: