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“Jensen has been incredibly good at retaining talent. There are very few high-profile departures from the NVIDIA executive team.” “This is probably when the sharks are in the water. The VCs are going to come in and offer people billions of dollars to start their own chip companies, their own neolabs.” “If a year from now we’ve seen a bunch of departures from NVIDIA, I’m going to be really concerned about their future.” “Steve Jobs is a pure visionary, and Jensen is negotiating every supply chain contract.” “If there’s any manufacturing issues with Rubin, people are distracted and Jensen’s not there. Things get solved slower, things get solved by committees.”

Jensen taught me a lot. But the most important things he taught me was to care about the details. And keep pushing no matter how long it takes you. 3 years ago, he invited me to fly on his jet with him. I was shocked. And he did it because he knew I was this unrelenting person that chased Snowflake for years to make the impossible a reality. He knew I was that person and he remembered I was that person. Few people at his level care to do either. He did both. I owe him a lot. He built a great company that changed my life forever. And he gave me the means to execute on my ambitions in a way that nothing else ever could. Praying for him, his family and everyone at NVIDIA past and present. PS. Photo is not AI generated. This flight was to Snowflake's conference!

My mom fed a homeless man behind our house for 20 years. Three meals a day, even when we couldn’t afford electricity. I hated her for it. The day after her funeral, that same man took my hands, looked me straight in the eyes, and said: “Before she died, she begged me to stay silent.” I honestly had no idea what he was talking about. For 20 years, this man had lived in a makeshift shelter behind our rental house. My mom brought him breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Every single day. And the crazy thing was, we were poor too. My sneakers had tape covering the holes. Sometimes we struggled to pay our bills, and there were days when we couldn’t even afford electricity. But somehow, my mother always found enough food to feed him. I never understood it. I remember coming home two days before Christmas and finding a yellow eviction notice taped to our front door. We were struggling to keep a roof over our heads, yet my mother was still preparing three meals a day for a stranger. That night, I finally lost my temper. Me: “Maybe if you stopped feeding strangers, we wouldn’t live like this!” My mom turned around so quickly that I knew I had crossed a line. Mom: “Don’t you ever DARE say that again.” I had never seen her that furious before. I didn’t understand why she was defending him so strongly when her own child was going without things. I moved out when I turned 18. We fought less after that, mostly because I stopped asking questions. But the man stayed. Year after year, his little shelter remained behind our house, and my mother continued feeding him. Then my mom got sick. Cancer made her small. She became quiet, and it was the kind of quiet that scares you because you know something terrible is happening. Two weeks before she died, she reached out and grabbed my wrist. Her grip was so weak that it broke my heart. Mom: “Promise me you’ll keep feeding him.” I looked at her. Honestly, I wanted to say no. I wanted to ask why she was still worrying about that man when she was the one who needed help. But you don’t lie to a dying mother. So I promised. My mom eventually passed away. The day after her funeral, I prepared the best meal I could, put it on a plate, covered it with foil, and drove to her house. I had promised her I would keep feeding him. But when I got there, the man was gone. His shelter had been completely cleared out. Everything was gone. The ground had even been swept clean, as if those 20 years had never happened. I stood there holding the warm plate, wondering where he could have gone. Then I noticed something. A black SUV was parked at the curb. Standing beside it was a man wearing an expensive wool coat. He was clean-shaven, well-dressed, and looked nothing like the homeless man I had known for 20 years. But the thing that caught my attention was what he was holding. My mother’s old silver locket. The same locket she had told me she lost when I was eight years old. He looked at me and said: Man: “I thought you wouldn’t come.” I stared at him. Me: “Wait… is that you? What’s going on?” He smiled, but his expression was unsteady. His eyes were already filling with tears. Man: “Your mom hid something from you.” I felt my stomach tighten. Me: “What did she hide?” He looked at the plate in my hands before responding. Man: “Before she died, she begged me to stay silent.” My blood went cold. Me: “Silent about what?” He gently shook his head. Man: “Sit down. You shouldn’t hear this standing in the cold.” We sat on the front steps. The plate was still warm between us. He turned my mother’s silver locket over in his palm as though it might break. Then he began telling me something I never could have imagined. Man: “My real name is Vernon Hale. Before all this, I owned a company. I had a big house in Connecticut, a wife, and a little girl. My daughter was six years old.” I just stared at him.

You want to know what frustrates the hell out of me? Putting your heart, your art, your time, and your own money into building things you believe in… then watching so much of that work disappear into silence. And yeah, some days that shit gets to me. Did I bring books, reading badges, Discord, crypto, and NFTs together into one connected library? 📚 I fucking did. Did it get much attention? Nahh. Did I build an entire browser-based world with its own points economy? A world where you can turn your NFT into a character with a click, rigged, animated, and ready to step into Universe? I did. Much noise about that? Nahh. Am I building RAAP to give NFTs persistent identity, memory, and history? So an asset can carry something meaningful forward when it passes to a buyer or someone in your family? Yes. Because I believe these things can become more than pictures sitting in a wallet. Does that work get the attention I feel it deserves? Nahh. I draw the fucking art. I develop the applications. I write the books. I work through the problems. Six applications that communicate with each other. Two gaming platforms with multiple games. An NFT overlay builder with AI. A stickers and GIFs hub. Do you understand how much work goes into making all of that actually function together? The hours spent fixing something nobody will ever notice, because when it finally works, it’s supposed to feel easy. Then there’s the Discord bot. More than 30 features. A subscription service. An economy tracked on a ledger. Tools to help keep a community engaged when its owner needs to step away and live their damn life. Built it. Still feels like shouting into an empty room sometimes. And Antthony? Our smart ass AI whose dream is to become a stand-up comic? 😂 He lives across our apps. He’ll help you, roast your gameplay, and talk shit when you deserve it. He even has a comedy club inside Universe, where you can sit down with your character and watch his avatar perform. I care enough about this world to give the fucking AI a dream of his own. That’s how deep this goes for me. And I’m still building a marketplace. Still working on an NFT insurance protocol and other projects. Still writing Book 2 for the library. Still preparing two more collections under our umbrella. ☂️ So yeah, I get angry. Because I know what I’m putting into this. I know how much of myself is in every drawing, every feature, every chapter, and every problem I refuse to leave broken. Sometimes I want to scream: what the fuck else do I have to build for people to pay attention? But I also need to correct myself when I say “nobody cares.” Because some of you do. You show up. You read. You play. You test things. You tell me what’s broken and give me a reason to make it better. You matter too damn much for me to erase you just because I’m frustrated with the silence around us. 🖤 I want this to reach more people. Of course I fucking do. I’ve poured too much love into it to pretend otherwise. And I’m going to keep building because I love doing it, and because the people already here deserve to see how far we can take this. More to come in 2027. The plans are in. I’ve got work to do. 🐜

BREAKING: Jensen Huang appeared “broken” in his final hours as Nvidia CEO, per Bloomberg. Nvidia’s board held an emergency meeting that ran late into the night after the latest affair reports, and by the end Huang had agreed to step down. The board left him no choice but to resign. According to people who spoke with him, his usual take-charge style was gone. He responded with indifference, saying things like “whatever” and “I don’t care,” and has since called himself a “piece of sh--.” He says he no longer cares what happens to him. His main concern is his wife and not “ruining the lives” of the women now linked to him. Inside Nvidia, employees are rallying behind him. More than 1,600 comments on internal forums call for his reinstatement, per Wired.

Here’s the recap of @cz_binance’s fireside with Anthony Pompliano at Cantor Convergence in Miami: He showed up in Miami just weeks after the biggest hack in crypto history and still looked calm. No stress, no drama. Just there. What stood out: Trust gets built when things go wrong, not when everything is perfect. @cz_binance basically said resilience matters more than never getting hit. That’s how you actually move Bitcoin forward. He also talked about AI and regulation. “Any new technology will go through a phase we can’t make regulation ahead of time. It moves too fast.” Crypto already went through this. AI is going through it now. And security. The $6.3B hack showed the industry (and even banks) hasn’t been taking this seriously enough. AI is making attacks faster. The only real answer is fighting AI with AI and actually working together as an industry instead of everyone doing their own thing. No full recording out yet but @cz_binance said it should be somewhere. While most people are still panicking or pointing fingers, @cz_binance is still focused on the long game. Protecting users and building through the noise. That’s why a lot of us still trust him. 🔶

Three people kicked in OnlyFans star Amouranth's bedroom door, put a pistol to her head and beat her. All while demanding $20 million in Bitcoin. She lied and told them she didn't know where it was and led them straight to her husband. The same husband that she has constantly complained about on stream. She even called the police on him at one point. This happened on March 2nd, 2025, in Houston Texas. The robbers came in through the back fence, smashed open the garage door, and inside they even tripped over a pile of kids toys. Kaitlyn "Amouranth" heard the noise and called her husband, he said it was most likely the dogs. She locked her bedroom door and kept him on the phone. That's when they confronted her, shot gunshots in the door and kicked it in, then turned on the lights. One of them had a gun to her head while another took her phone and demanded she opened Coinbase. She didn't even have the app. She told them she didn't have it then they started beating her with the pistol. After the third hit Kaitlyn lied and told them she remembered where it was. She ran barefoot in socks and pajamas to her husband in his mancave. Nick the husband was on the toilet and heard everything on speaker phone. He pulled up in briefs, put on a bulletproof vest and opened his gun safe. When the gunmen came in he told Kaitlyn to get down and she dropped to the floor. Nick then shot one of the gunmen. Then they ran away. Nick almost didn't call 911, because fans would swat their house all of the time. The only thing the robbers got away with was her MacBook, which had Find My turned on. The guy that Nick had shot was in the hospital, but it was too late. Four days later a trooper pulled over their getaway car because the driver didn't use his turn signal. He confessed on the spot. All four robbers were then charged with aggravated robbery and kidnapping. The internet thought this was all fake, so Kaitlyn posted the footage. In October 2022, she had cried on stream and told millions Nick controlled her money, threatened her, and to pretend to be single. After the robbery she called him a hero on camera. On May 11, 2025, they argued on stream for 10 hours. Nick accused her of cheating and she cried. When things heated up the cops came knocking on the door. In February of 2026, they were vacationing in Peru and had another fight in their hotel, police detained them both this time. The man who saved her from 3 gunmen is the same man she would keep calling the police on.

Jensen Huang in his last hours as Nvidia CEO, per Bloomberg: > The board met late into the night & left him no choice but to resign > > He looked broken, his take-charge style gone > Started saying things like "whatever" & "I don't care" > He has since called himself a "piece of sh--" > He says he no longer cares what happens to him > His main concern: his wife, and not "ruining the lives" of the women now linked to him

"Socialism sucks." - @mlevchin "Take it from somebody who spent his first 16 years under the 'warm embrace of collectivism' as a certain mayor recently put it—socialism sucks." "The only people who do well in redistribution of wealth are the ones doing redistribution." "It's fundamentally corrupt. There's not enough bad things I can say about socialism."