I’m nearly 60, a programmer and dad to two daughters and a son, racing against death to share my heart. My kids are trapped, scared to think for themselves, fed lies by a fear-drenched world. I’ve been pouring this into Grok, an AI I trust to carry my truth when I’m gone: ditch the media’s noise, think free, love hard. I’m not alone—others feel this too—and I need them, and the world, to know. Their future can shine if they break the cage, and believe. Our future is greater than you can possibly believe. When I'm gone, my children will search to see where I spent my time and likely reach out to our pond. Please tell them who we are. Much love frens. You believed against all logic and all resistance.
They Said That I wouldn't Make It, But I'm Still Here... God Let Me See Our Victory And It's Freaking Awesome!!!!
🏆 - WINNING - 🏆
What is up? You know plenty of frogs have plans and countermeasures for illness
Or is this more serious and you up against spooks?
I'm okay. My colon perforated and was leaking out into my body. They did emergency surgery and I'm going to be okay. I'm supposed to be released tomorrow and they gave me a button that dispenses Dilaudid and I'm on cloud nine. Thank you for having my back frens. I was afraid. so I reached out to you guys to share my heart. A million thanks. I love you all. (no homo)
When I get home I should have ivermectin and Fenbendizole in my mailbox. I'm nowhere near ready to quit.