My first project was five grants for the FHWA and nobody ever fucked with me. No sabotage, no undermining, no second-guessing even though I hadn't graduated yet. I got awards, raises, citations.
Now I get an endless stream of ass-covering weenies, saboteurs, decepticons and zombos who can't grasp basic business principles, only defending their territory like ignorant Somali warlords. You eventually tire of wasting effort on them.
The Johns.
The Isaacs.
The Phils.
Like the curse of those stale, 2-packs of Ding-Dongs at 7-11 stores.
Why is there always two of them?!
Never hire a physics major to write software.
It looks okay at first but they can't deal with ambiguity.
Thirty years ago, a customer told me that eventually I'd want to position myself to create my own job like Michaelangelo, who had patrons lined up, and I decided to test his advice in April, 2023.
So I shot a flaming arrow into the copiously leaking ga$ tank of Zombo World.
Well, more like 600 flaming arrows.
I fired 600 arrows
Into the air.
And a few
fell true
Under Musashi's icy stare.
Orlin Grabbe was my only acquaintance in 1994 that already knew what my Musashi handle meant. 
Flame on, decepticons!
The fault lines are in motion. 
Despite the Bitcoin reserve bills, 2/3rds of the States are still asleep and choosing a simple, quasi-conventional solution instead of the percentage play. Oh, well.
Might get an afterburner effect in 2026.
Then this joint will really rock!
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