Doctor Jack (@DoctorJack16)

REMINDER: Starship Flight 13 Today! 🚀 Launch: 6:45pm EDT (90min window), Starbase Pad 2. Tests: Booster boostback/landing, deploys 20 V3 Starlink satellites, (lasers, heatshield cams), raptor relight, and heatshield upgrades.

Whatever happened to Tesla’s Optimus V3 demo? My theory. Elon said that they stopped doing a lot of demos because the competition would simply copy what Tesla was doing after each showing. My theory is that Tesla engineers realized that they were further ahead on production than they forecasted. In @herbertong’s interview of Lars, Lars said that production of Optimus is ahead of schedule. I predict that whenever Tesla presents the V3 demo, it is going to have impressive capabilities, the actuators will stand the test of time, AND they will announce that production has already began on a meaningful level. The competition will not have time to react. Don’t be surprised if the demo showcases many Optimi on stage. Many.

My grandfather, communism, and the tremor that never left. A story I rarely share. He was the principal of a private school; respected, steady, a man who believed in books and order. Then, one ordinary afternoon, his world ended. A squad of communist troops stormed on to campus grounds. They herded the children out like cattle, set every book ablaze in the courtyard. “Less educated people are easier to control,” they believed. They dragged my grandfather and his staff to the side of a dusty road, forced them to their knees, hands bound tight behind their backs. One by one, the executions began. The crack of pistols split the air. Each body fell with a heavy thud into the dirt. Each crack of the pistol meant it was getting closer to his demise. My grandfather stared straight ahead as the man beside him collapsed. He felt the warm steel of the pistol press against the back of his skull. Time slowed. This was it, the final second of his life. Then, fate intervened. He lifted his eyes and saw a column of troops marching down the road. At its head walked a general. A childhood friend. With a scream of desperation, he called out his name. The general was startled but recognized my grandfather and immediately spared his life. Tears streamed down his face. His entire body shook violently as he sprinted home. He grabbed his wife and children with nothing but the clothes on their backs and fled that very hour, leaving behind their home, their belongings, their entire life. Everything was taken away by the regime in a single afternoon. From that day forward, an uncontrollable tremor gripped his right hand. It was particularly noticeable whenever his emotions got the better of him. The shaking never stopped. It followed him across oceans and time until the day he passed. That is communism. It is not theory, not idealism, but the pistol at the back of the head, the burning books, the shattered lives. Do not let anyone sell you a nightmare dressed up as a wonderful dream. The people now sowing socialist and communist poison in America are exactly what President Trump warned: the greatest threat to our free world. On this 250th birthday of the United States, let one survivor’s grandson say it plainly and without apology: COMMUNISM MUST NEVER BE ALLOWED TO SPREAD IN THESE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. 🇺🇸​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ MAY GOD BLESS AMERICA.